Doctor_Temporis

This topic is naturally of quite some interest to me - for obvious reasons - and deserving of a longer post on the subject than this. However, I don't have the time for that just at this second, so I'll merely comment that I don't see the introduction of Ourobouros in it's current form affecting DocT's background and concept adversely. Hopefully later on I'll be able to hold forth on the subject in general in my usually long-winded way.

And, of course, for that little bit of extra tinfoil hat goodness at the end - the Doctor's personal logo is, and always has been, for those who've seen his costume ever since server-up back in 2005 in Europe: an Ouroboros Loop

Doctor Temporis stretches and looks to the cold-featured woman. He says mildly,

"Principles, if sacrificed for expediency, destroy the nature of thing protected. I doubt this maxim has any effect on you or many others of similar.. turn of mind, with such phrases as 'us or them', or 'the planet comes first,' and so on, so, instead, I invite you to remember that non-interference is not absolution."

"You would be well advised to restrain what you do, because if you do not, afterwards, what you did will be remembered. And quite possibly acted upon, by those of mind to do so." He inclines his head to the group, and leaves the chamber.

There's a flash of blue-white light near the entranceway, and the partly-human cyborg form of Doctor Temporis steps out of the closing riftgate and through the doorway into the backroom, brushing his armour down fastidiously.

"Terribly sorry to be late, chaps," he says, smiling thinly. "It's all rather busy out there. Time waits for no man, after all."

He wanders across to listen, looking around the room. "Hmm. Deja vu. Well, the last one went quite well."

Last Night

In Siren's Call

Sam Blayne answered a call for help from Subaiku to keep an eye on Coile. The entire place was a war-zone, and some odd temporal effects could clearly be ascertained as reality itself began to stutter from the titanic forces being unleashed by both sides. Sam followed Coile up to a rooftop under stealth and heard only a [censored] of conversation before lead began to fly. Sam barrelled gamely in to try to assist but was blasted from the high rooftop to lie shattered and slowly regenerating in the crushed remnants of a burnt out car far below.

In Steel Canyon

Doc met up with Number Nine for dinner and drinks as part of her quest to further understand humanity. They talked about a lot of things, life, the universe, everything, christmas presents and the life of cities, over wine and pasta, and then during a walk along the shore of Silver Lake, Doc attempting to convince her that her original Crey heritage need not define her if she didn't wish it to.

On the subject of recaps

Recaps are good. Long recaps are good. Recaps can be equally good if shorter. They're there to trigger the memory and, as you say, to entertain. They don't have to go into every detail (unless, of course, you want to).

So, to summarise my thoughts on the subject: do them, but don't feel compelled to make them pages long, and don't worry if you think everything isn't going to be totally clear to someone who doesn't know any of the participants.

Saturday Night in PocketD

Sam arrived for a beer or two to find Coile and Sword of Truth talking about 'tests' or something. He said hullo but left them to it, they seemed deep in conversation (and left shortly thereafter).

He met Pyranha at the other side of the hero bar, who introduced him to Nightschild, a sorcerous byblow of dubious repute, who hailed from the Rogue Isle, Zeyna, a green-tinged woman with a majestic mohawk who had escaped the clutches of the Freakshow and taken parole from the Zig to fight for the cause of justice, and a white-clothed woman who didn't seem to want to say anything. (Third Eye Open).

Many beers, much Jack Daniels, and a variety of other alcoholic consumables were ingested, leading to a certain degree of drunken horseplay, animated conversation (including tentacles and female longbow agents) and a certain amount of speculation from the ladies on what Sam looked like naked.

Eventually sleepiness or alcohol took their toll on the participants, and they scattered to find resting places for the night, Sam having to carry the nearly-asleep Pyr.

Last Night at PocketD

Wandering in from socializing at the foot of Galaxy Girl, Doctor Temporis headed up for a quiet drink at the hero side bar. There was a cluster of heroes there already, and Thunderbug hid her face in embarrassment as he arrived, recalling the last time Doc saw her in Pocket D.

Sadly, he didn't get his quiet drink, as he was first of all joined at his table by Shalindra, a golden-hued girl who he had met some months previously at Galaxy Girl. They chatted casually about life in Paragon and Shalindra's attempts to find other witches meeting with limited success, the majority of the Cabal of Croatoa being, apparently 'really weird'. Doc couldn't in all honesty disagree with that assessment. After a while, the somewhat shy Shalindra headed home, and Doc returned to the bar.

There, he found Coile of the Silent Tempest together with Sword of Truth and [/b]Nightsparrow[/b], though just as he arrived, the buxom Sparrow took the not-quite-equally-but-giving-it-a-good-try chesty Nadia over to a more private corner of the room for a chat about something.

This left Doc and Coile with two other ladies at the bar - Doc introduced himself and discovered their companions were Equatrix and Fuschia. Fu had earlier been teasing Coile about potential stalkers trying to hunt him, and Coile appealed to Doc as to whether he had similar problems.

Doc denied that he did, but didn't assist with Coile's attempts to reassure himself that he wasn't famous. After all, he said, Coile should get used to fame, and then with the assistance of Equatrix, attempted to convince him that the only way out of his trap of fame was to move to Bolivia and live there for three years as a street market trader.

This seed planted, he then went on to tell Coile about the alleged media frenzy that was coming, including the fact that as he'd failed to trademark his group name, they were now known as Murdock Media's Silent Tempest, and that a comic strip, cartoon, and range of action figures (with realistic blasting action) were shortly to be released, including the Collectors Edition 'Coile's Heroine Harem' box set.

All this sent poor Coile into paroxysms, and he staggered downstairs to the bathroom, followed by Fuschia. Equatrix and Doc chatted about the often troublesome need to be in a lot of places at once, until Fu returned, and some time later, so did Coile.

Coile was acting very oddly, and on closer examination appeared to be affected by euphoric compounds in the bloodstream, and two puncture marks on his neck. Doc led him aside to discuss that under a privacy field, and on determining that it had been mostly willing, shrugged, though not particularly impressed nor happy, and left him to chat to Nightsparrow who had finished her chat with Nadia.

He headed upstairs to speak with Nadia, and was informed about her last several weeks of problems - she seemed surprised that Coile had not consulted him about it, concerning as it did interdimensional excursions and mysterious scientific cloning. Doc did not share her slightly doom-laden viewpoint of her quest's situation, but respected her desire for closure for a little while, and after that bid people goodnight as a still doped-up-on-whacky-brainjuice Coile returned to apply hugs to his wife.

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The first theory from Spellsong was Winter Heart's mother went on vacation

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Only if (as far as we can tell), she walked. Without anyone seeing her. Or ever buying anything. No airport logs, cars on camera, train tickets, financial transactions...

The mystery deepens. And then got magic all over it. Eww, magic.

Smilies have been added to protect the sensitive

Recently,

Doctor Temporis and Pyranha patched things up to the sound of Fly Me To The Moon, but Pyr has a lot to think about. He offered to assist in the search for Winter Heart if necessary. He also had yet another contact with the alter-ego of the villainous Ripmind. Her evil plans continue.

Sam Blayne took some of the advice he'd been getting over the last few weeks to heart, and conquered his fears. Accordingly he's now dating a second year medical student from Steel Canyon U named Fiona. He seems far more relaxed as a result, and back into the heroism business with his usual verve. "If I can have fun while doing good, ain't that better than being depressed all the time while doing good? The hero gig has its up and downs, but some of you guys need to chill the heck out."

Yesterday...

All my troubles seemed so far away, </Beatles>

Doctor Temporis visited Pyranha at lunchtime to say hullo. Despite being still semi-conscious with sleepiness (clearly a long night either with Inago or with investigations: either way, things that go bump in the night...), she seemed very happy to see him, and he her.

After some chat about cars, Christmas presents, and a certain amount of spanking-related hijinks (ooh-err), the truth about The Sofa Weasel Conspiracy came out. Pyr was somewhat distressed to learn that she'd slept out of her apartment for days as a result of fear of non-existent weasels, and worse, that she'd told all her friends about it.

Doc's unfortunate perceptiveness (or, more likely, Pyr's inability not to look guilty) and some unwittingly applied emotional blackmail by Doc led to a revelation that she was concealing something from him, something she knew he would be unhappy about, but he didn't ask her to break her word and tell him what it was. Despite his attempts to be as understanding as possible, they still managed to miscommunicate their feelings, and ended, once again, on a bad note.

My October nomination goes to Blackdove for something different... it's the corset, can't resist it:

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Doctor Temporis returned from a holiday in Hawaii in which he had spent a little time volcano diving, a hobby far less mentally hazardous than the acclimatisation process required to get used to the bikinis Hikari-Hime and Sara Aegis were sporting on the beaches. Lyn-Legend was more covered due to sunburn issues.

He spent a little time in Pocket D with Elisa - Ripmind if only he knew - designing clothes in a rather confused manner for a 'party' he had been invited to, and then took a side trip.

Just to clarify, this thread is not intended for necessarily canon IC dating posts, merely for 'hypothetical' ones, allowing even Significant Other equipped characters to post ones if they wish.

If people want to put IC ones up as well, they're quite welcome to naturally.

Translation: Vigilante Seeks Batgirl

Mock *and post your own*, FFM!

Courtesy of Blackdove (I suggest that if people do have ideas for other people's toons, get them to post it for you, saves trouble and strife):

A refined gentleman in his prime searching for suitable companion. Requirements: proper upbringing and language, tolerance to quirkiness and eccentric experiments and most importantly suitable moral and ethical standards. An understanding and patient nature would be a good asset. Housing and upkeep will be provided in multidimensional mansion.

There will be sudden absences for unknown periods throughout the relationship, so a hobby of her own is necessary. Looking forward to: intellectually stimulating discussions, exotic voyages to new worlds together, companionship in the trying times of good versus evil, and exploring the capabilities of cybernetics.

Lonely Gunman

Dedicated professional male, 30s, seeks a Scully to help discover if the truth really is out there and stand against the Conspiracy. GSOH, athletic, looking for someone to wine, dine, and abduct. Absense of squid-delusions a must.

This is a repost from Blackdove's... translation... of one of the above.

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(Shadowe) "Male, late 20s, seeks female for companionship and maybe more. GSOH, rich, frequent flier, intelligent, charming & witty. Applicants must be ready for anything, including the occassional police raid and villainous attack. Aliens, mutants, Kheldians & dimensional travellers welcome. Dancing is optional."

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Too good to be true (or single)! Applying dating decipher....

Male, in his thirties, looking for a shag. Laughs at dirty jokes, inherited stinky apartment and seven cats from his granny last year, I'd like to belong to 10-mile club, I passed high school on second try, my mom says I'm charming, I make my mates laugh when I trash-talk my exes. Applicants must be ready for anything, including the occassional police raid and villainous attack. I'll take any kind, especially lapdancers.

HTH.

Blackdove

The following have been culled from the New GG thread. Try participating even if your toon wouldn't normally, or even if not necesssarily single It's not IC, after all.

Ironclad/Red Matheson

"40ish ex-hero seeks gal to go on dates, go to the drive in with. Handsome, gsoh, non smoker seeking similar. Must be willing to listen to the occasional tale of past deeds. "

Shadowe

"Male, late 20s, seeks female for companionship and maybe more. GSOH, rich, frequent flier, intelligent, charming & witty. Applicants must be ready for anything, including the occassional police raid and villainous attack. Aliens, mutants, Kheldians & dimensional travellers welcome. Dancing is optional."

Doctor Temporis

1. Are you male or female? Regrets
2. Describe yourself? Greetings From A Dead Man
3. Describe how you live? I Saved The World Today
4. Describe your boy/girlfriend? Love Is A Stranger
5. How do you feel about yourself? Missionary Man
6. Where would you rather be? English Summer
7. Describe what you want to be? Conditioned Soul
8. Describe how you love? Room 101
9. How do some people feel about you? You Hurt Me (And I Hate You)
10. Share a few words of wisdom? Peace Is Just A Word

The Hunt for Requiem: Coda

The shattered streets of a ruined dimension, a final bolthole for a castrophic scheme.

The ruined shards of an immense crystalline device sat deep within a freshly-built but now devastated bunker complex.

A black council uniform with marking of high rank left lying on a shattered street, the dust which fills it dispersing slowly as the harsh wind of this dimension blows hither and yon.

And so it ends.

Requiem Interlude: Part Two of Two

A familiar cyborg figure stands on the wide balcony of a building overlooking Galaxy Plaza. Despite the strong breeze, his cloak doesn't flap, nor does his hair ruffle. Haloed in blue fire, it's as if he isn't really there, as a pigeon proves by walking through his legs.

A nervous man in a rumpled business suit climbs out of a window, not seeing the figure standing on the balcony, despite shouts from inside the office block. He prepares to jump.

"It's not really that bad, you know. She does love you, despite what she said. Worth giving her a call, perhaps? Hard to end it this way without saying one last goodbye, no?"

The suited man staggers back in shock, falls back in through the window, and is pounced on by co-workers.

The victorian cyborg pulls a pocket watch from his utility belt and looks out over the plaza.

"16:50 local time. And so it begins. Good luck, everyone."

The figure explodes into shards of light and vanishes.

Requiem Update: Part Three of Three

Within the passing of a few nanoseconds:

>AJAX requests connection to CIRCE
>>CONNECTION: AJAX to CIRCE
>Connection Established. Data Pending.
>>SUMMARY
>Dimensional Instability Rising Exponentially
>Conclusion: Riptear Generator Final Activation Commenced
>Reccomendation: De-activate Generator by Incursion
>>TIMESCALES
>Estimated Duration Until Multiversal Collapse: 6h44m 23:00:00 GMT 09/08/06 +/- 2h
>Estimated Duration Until Beacon Lock: 4h44m 20:00:00 GMT 10/08/06 +/- 4h
>>BOTHER
>Affirmative
>>CONNECTION TERMINATED. CONNECTION: CIRCE TO GODNET
>Connection Established
>>CONNECTION: GODNET TO ALLIED GROUPS
>Connection Established

---Message Begins---
To: All Allied Groups associated with Anti-Requiem Aactivity
RE: Upcoming Apocalpyse
Importance:High
Reminder:1 hour

Dear All,

Data indicates that Requiem has commenced final activation of his Riptear Generator. This will result in the obliteration of the multiverse including all and every associated dimension, plane, parallel world and enclave, as previously discussed.

Portal Corporation and allied scientists have been able to stablise the situation somewhat, leading to the timescales indicated in attachment #1.

<Attachment 001: OhGodWereAllGoingToDie.xls>

Target lock of the relevant dimensional location is anticipated within 5 hours. See Attachment #2 for details.

<Attachment 002: HopefullyInTheNickOfTime.xls>

All available personnel are encouraged to assist with the pre-planned mission to deactivate the generator by force.

Mission Plan:

Stage 0: Gather Personnel at GG statue at 19:00 GMT
Stage 1: Beacon Lock
Stage 2: Transit to Location
Stage 3: Locate Generator
Stage 4: Destroy Generator
Stage 5: Get Back Home

Have a Nice Day.

CIRCE-01

---MESSAGE ENDS---

Requiem Interlude, Part One of Two

Voices in a black void.

"It is nearly finished, Lord. Soon the process will be complete, and the heroes of Paragon will be helpless in the fact of their destruction."

"You assume too much," comes the hissing response. "They have been distracted by my little invasion, but they will try again, perhaps. A disappointment about this Coile, but such things are immaterial."

"Apologies, Lord. A thousand apologies," the other voice grovels.

"No matter. The alliance of troops is falling apart, and it is not worth our while to divert my loyal Nicti to maintaining it. Let what happens to the Council happen... those without the power of our kind are doomed in any event. Move the generator to its final home. We need not use humans to guard it in its final moments... I shall trust only the Path of the Dark.. or those affected by our shards."

"Yes, Lord. I shall unleash the hounds."

"Good. Soon, soon. And then.. a new beginning."

Requiem Update: Part Two of Three 9/8/06

Paragon City, a city of constant reconstruction, a city always in flux, a city always changing.

War never changes, but people adapt.
People survive.
People rebuild.

Over the last several days the fighting in the city and across North America has died down. The tidal-waves of reinforcements have slowed to a trickle, and some areas have not been supported at all, or have even seen forces retreating through their portals.

True, what is left behind is shattered and ripped, but is is free.. and people rebuild.

Perez Park, the Hollows, and Peregrine Island. These are the last salients of the Requiem invasion, and the soldiers still manning the bridgehead fortifications seem to have lost their inspired fervour.

It is as if their controlling force, their God, is elsewhere. Unconcerned. Preoccupied.

Captured prisoners indicate that factionalism is riving Requiem's hasty alliance. The driving will of Requiem and his legion of Nictus lieutants no longer forcing Council of many worlds and times together. Individual leaders are withdrawing their forces. Civil wars are reigniting within the colossus of Requiem's forces.

Something else has his attention now.

Something which makes the war even less important.

Something which comes... soon.

Requiem Update: Part One 5/8/06

War.
War never changes.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth.
Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory.
Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
The Rikti laid waste to Paragon City in an attempt to seize the flesh they needed to rebuild themselves.
But war never changes.

In the Heroic Century, wars are still fought over the resources that can be acquired. Supervillains take the place of nations, squabbling over materiel, personnel, and territory.

The supervillain Requiem is the lastest in the line of villains who have sent their legions to wrack Paragon City and other cities of North America. In his case, of course, territory and resources are just one of his goals, and so he has unleashed the sword of his armies against his enemies.

A sword which has rapidly been blunted.

While his feints towards other cities have held up resources from being poured against him in Paragon, the residents of that city have fought like tigers, all too aware of the costs of war from the coming of the Rikti, all too aware of the sacrifices that must be made, and the gains that come from such sacrifice.

Over the last few days, even Requiem's seemingly inexhaustible forces have begun to waver under continued assault, as strike teams of dedicated heroes *and* mundane personnel have lashed out against the portals that supply them with further men and materiel.

Eden is now home once again only to the Devouring Earth.
Dark Astoria has been cleansed of robotic legions.
The Terra Volta Reactor is secure once more, keeping the inner city safe from the fighting.
Faultline's dam no longer threatens to flood the city under a wall of water.
Croatoa's fields no longer house black-painted Council aircraft.

These are the gains, but oh, the sacrifice.

Perez Park aflame, casting black smoke into the sky.
Swathes of the town of Salamanca in rubble.
Dark Astoria choked with drifts of clockwork parts.
Eden a pit of toxic chemicals and screaming plant-beasts.
All across the city, hospitals choked with wounded.
All across the city, the taint of cordite on the air.

War.
War never changes.