28 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora has finally decided to bite the bullet and go out into the snow. She figures it's probably going to be around for at least another month so she might as well do something, right?

Right.

So she's decided to try her hand at snow sculptures. Some might just make snow men. She got a little more creative with the idea. She's set herself up a fair distance away from the strange people under the light, not wanting to be disrespectful of whatever that's supposed to be. Humming softly to herself she puts the finishing touches on a shark heading straight for an unsuspecting snowman.]

((OOC: That's right, kids. Nora's making Calvin and Hobbes snowmen outside. COME JOIN HER! She, uh, may have put firecrackers in a few of them, too. So watch out for exploding snowmen.))

Comments

[cricketycricket]

As well you should, Nora. It's a rare opportunity we have, here. [he smiles, tucking his hands into his pockets] ... Tell me, of all the worlds you've learned of, which interests you the most?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She grins] I have to pick just one?

Ummm. I think James Watson's. Have you met him? He's told me all about these crazy supernatural creatures in his world and the things he does. Ooorr maybe Sakura and Ino's world. [She shrugs] Hell, just learning about what happens to Earth in my own future is pretty cool, too.

[cricketycricket]

I have, indeed - James is a good friend of mine. [he smiles] He was kind enough to give me a journal about some of those creatures as a Christmas present.

[eat_me_beat_me]

He did? [Her eyes get wide] Can I see it? I saw some books on them when I was in his... well... head, I guess. Some of them are just so funky.

[cricketycricket]

Ah yes, that was an interesting few days, wasn't it? ... Of course you're welcome to see them. Knowledge is to be shared, after all, isn't it?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah. I hafta say, it's weird seeing inside your head with your own eyes. [She snickers] Parts of it were a little messy, actually.

Thanks! Should I stop by sometime?

[cricketycricket]

Try talking to yourself on a daily basis. [a cheeky smile] And you can stop by whenever you like.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[That gets a laugh] That's right. There's two of you, here, isn't there. I can't imagine having more than one of me running around... is it weird?

[cricketycricket]

Oh, no, not at all. [eyebrows] You should try it with five, that was a lark and a half.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She stares, incredulously.] Five?

[cricketycricket]

Yes - myself and all four of my previous regenerations. We were all pulled from different points in my timeline to the battlefield of the Game of Rassilon, on Gallifrey.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She shakes her head]

I have no idea what that is but it doesn't sound good.

[cricketycricket]

It wasn't. The Game of Rassilon was ... well, the easiest thing for me to compare it to would be the ancient Roman Gladiators of Earth. Only, rather than a simple arena, we had an entire landscape to contend with... and some of the most hostile races in the galaxy.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Her eyes get wide]

But... why? For someone's twisted entertainment?

[cricketycricket]

Originally? ... Yes, unfortunately. But when I was on the playing field, it was because someone wanted to eliminate me, throughout time. Utterly.

[eat_me_beat_me]

So... They didn't just want to kill you. They wanted to kill you five times over through your own time line... That's horrible!

[cricketycricket]

It was, yes - especially considering that my companions were dragged into it, as well. It was the President of Gallifrey, actually. He'd heard a rumor that the victor of the games gained immortality, and wanted to trick me into winning so that he could claim it for himself.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Oh my God. [Just... staring at him, absolutely horrified]

[cricketycricket]

In the end, he ... well, he did get his immortality, but it was hardly what he'd thought it would be. [he frowns, gravely] He became effectively a living statue in the Tomb of Rassilon.

[eat_me_beat_me]

A living statue. That really doesn't sound good... Is it like he was a statue but he was still conscious of what was going on around him?

[cricketycricket]

That's precisely what it was. [he scowls] … Rassilon's last conceit ... a punishment against any who thought they could even begin to match him in infamy.

[eat_me_beat_me]

How did you get free? I mean, obviously all of you made it out.

[cricketycricket]

Well, we made it to the final chamber in the Tomb of Rassilon, and the Lord High President intercepted us, hoping he could claim the prize for himself. Knowing there was likely to be a catch to it, well ...

... I let him.

[eat_me_beat_me]

A catch. The living statue...

[cricketycricket]

Yes, exactly. [grimly:] So ... really, the Lord President got exactly what he wanted.