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caycep in dizzy_land

Now she walks through her sunken dream

It was the day after the meeting.

Cayce waited at the statue for the underground expedition to show up. It was a bit bigger and more unwieldly than she'd originally intended, and keeping everyone in line was going to be worse than herding cats, but ... well, you pays your money and you makes your bets.

She really, really hoped this was going to work.

((Here's how this works: if you are participating in the expedition, post a comment in the Meetup thread below to indicate that you're showing up. The main body of the RP will go in the Expedition thread, in which the team actually goes underground and does their thing.))


new thread for blowing up the park

((We'll just assume this takes place after all the teams have checked in with the Doctor in the radio booth and everyone's ready to go.))

The Doctor was sitting in the radio booth with his feet up and his coat draped dramatically over the sides of the chair. Holding the microphone in one hand, he lifted it in a silent salute to whatever aspect of the park was about to get really pissed off before switching it on.

"Alright gang... ew, no. Ah... teams? Commandos... well, nevermind. Anyway, I've heard from everyone, so consider this your official standby while I check in downstairs one last time. We're a go in... well, whenever I say."

He huffed into the mike and tilted his head back, seeking a bit stronger of a connection than the extremely shallow one he and the Master had both pulled off into after the outcome of their little war.

-Well, it's all on your shoulders now. Just give the word.-

Edited at 2008-12-02 06:34 am (UTC)
Down below, the Master, without realising it, had made nearly the same face the Doctor had when he heard the word 'gang' through the link. Hopefully, no one had noticed.

We're ready and positioned. I suggest we count it down together.
Right, the Doctor agreed, at the same time as he said it aloud into the microphone.

"Right! Everyone ready, we're on the count of three. Good luck, and," his voice took on a distinctly authoritative tone, "don't forget to call in afterwards!" He put his feet back down on the floor and leaned forward in the chair.

Somewhere between One and Two, Una pulled the pin on her first grenade and sent it sailing through the air towards the nearest castle crenellation.

Her timing, she noted with no small amount of smugness, was perfect: the instant after the Doctor spoke the word "Three", the limonka exploded with an extremely satisfying bang.

She grinned and went for the next one in her pack. She hadn't realised how much she'd missed this.
"Atta girl," the Doctor said to himself, grinning, as there was a terrific explosion from the direction of the castle.

Something jumped in his stomach as he continued to listen to the sounds coming from various areas of the park, excitement perhaps, and certainly anticipation. And suddenly, he -wondered what flaw existed in his fundamental brain function that he always- realized, for the first time and much too late, that this could be it.

Like a Law of Time or the last pages of a fairytale book; break the right pieces and the whole world falls apart. He knew that better than most. And if that were true of this place than... -than it was already too late-

"Una," he murmured aloud, but in his mind, without even consciously realizing he was doing it, he reached for the Master.
The second grenade arced over the moat and into a flowerbed. The resulting explosion sent up a spray of dirt and tattered flowers which splashed gently into the moat.

The thought that was occurring to the Doctor was slowly shaping in Una's mind as well, even as that ferocious grin spread across her face and she took out another grenade. And what an idiot she'd been; she hadn't said a proper goodbye to any of them, none of them ...

If you ever do run out without saying goodbye, I swear I'll break every law in the multiverse to come after you. Memory passing through her mind even as she yanked out the pin. That still goes for you, Doctor. And all the rest of you too. Logan. Psyche. Starbuck. Sam. Percy. Gypsy. Jenny. And ... you too, Master. I swear I'll find you again, all of you. And I keep my promises, damn it.

It was with a certain amount of extra ferocity that she flung the next grenade straight into one of the castle windows.
The damage caused by each explosion was as satisfactory as one could have imagined: dust and chunks of concrete went flying in every direction, leaving a pit fist-deep and two feet wide in the painted "stones" of the crenellation; the window shattered with the third, and pieces of colored plastic flew out as the twee little gothic arch was blown into a jagged hole.
"Sweet!" Sam shouted as the debris flew, and followed it up with a regular cowboy sort of war-whoop. Now that was cool.