IC: The Red Tavern I.   Posted by Eye of Harmony.Group: 0
Destriianatos
 player, 69 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Thu 15 Jan 2015
at 03:32
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
'Sure. It ought to be good for a laugh.' Destrii shrugged at Litefoot's offer to come to the morgue, having none of the squeamishness a woman of this era or, indeed, a man of this era might have for such gruesome business. However, as Litefoot suggested she might have futuristic expertise, she felt obliged to correct. 'Well, let's just say I might have practical experience...'

As Ace went off, it turned out Destrii wasn't the only argumentative one in the team, which was nice. It made her feel in good company. Since Ace was looking at her last, Destrii answered 'Well, right now, we're looking for this Mortie Mouse guy, the monk, to see if he knows anything about what happened to the Doctor. And you know the Doc's business: look for anything weird. So that's what we're doing. I reckon this monk is playing at Egyptian priest.'

This message was last edited by the player at 01:32, Sat 17 Jan 2015.

Victoria Waterfield
 player, 151 posts
 Proper Victorian Girl
 Friend of the 2nd Doctor
Thu 15 Jan 2015
at 04:54
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Victoria paused.  "Her?  Who is her?"

Then, she turned to look at Ace.  She stepped to her and... and dared to poke a finger at her.  "I was there for the return of the Cybermen.  I saw what they did.  I saw what happened when their tomb was sealed.  Why do you think we were there?  At that exact time?  That precise place?  Don't you think this is the same?  Can you think of any time our Doctor didn't arrive just where he needed to be just when he had to be there?  Could we not... could we not be here in the same way?"
The Brigadier
 player, 118 posts
Thu 15 Jan 2015
at 05:08
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Unbelievable. THis is what came from working with civilians.

"Preposterous. THat the Doctor turns up is coincidence; nothing more. I am sure there have been other occasions when he -didn't- turn up."

He paced back and forth. "But let's not argue about who was there for what. We have all seen such that should never be seen, and have had to defeat them."

The Master. The Yeti. The Nestene Consciousness - twice! Daleks -and- Cybermen. He'd overseen all these, and more, as head of UNIT; but he had no idea what the others may have dealt with.

He frowned.

"The young... woman... is right though. Follow the weirdness. And weren't we told he liked to take on the persona of religious sorts?"
Ace
 player, 94 posts
Fri 16 Jan 2015
at 14:56
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Ace shook her head at the Brigadier, bless him, he obviously liked everything to fit into nice little boxes and that just didn't work when it came to the Doctor.
Turning her righteous indignation down a notch, she turned to the finger still poked at her chest and grinned at Victoria.  "You've got a point.  But the Professor usually means to be going somewhere completely different, somewhere 'fun' and the TARDIS drops him where he can be of most use.  Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against helping these blokes, I just don't want them thinking that the Doctor is gonna turn up at the last minute and save the day.  Plus, if they know he's missing, we've got two more sets of eyes keeping a look out for anything fishy."  Having not seen Destrii outside of her holographic disguise, Ace could say that without even a hint of irony.  "And besides, there's no point in us running off half cocked without....Oh flamin' heck.  He's contagious."  She ran a hand across her hair, fingers smoothing the upper part of the french braid.  Ace had sounded almost like an older sister when she talked to Victoria, now her focus shifted to the rest of them as well.  "What I mean is, if we chase this down just 'cos it's weird and forget what we're actually here for, we could miss something that's right under our noses.  We've got a mummy and somebody apparently practicing pulling brains out through noses, but we don't KNOW it's an Egyptian priest, never mind this Mortimus guy."

No one who knew her was likely to be surprised that Ace had paid attention to that particular part of history class.  Maybe it didn't involve explosions but it was suitably gruesome to attract the attention of a bored teenager.  At the moment she was mostly frustrated at having turned into the voice of reason and would be more than happy to go beat up on some freak with a bandage fetish.
Bernice Summerfield
 player, 29 posts
Fri 16 Jan 2015
at 22:37
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Bennie toyed with her flask thoughtfully, before opening it for another sip. "We could debate coincidence or not until the cows come home. I've seen a lot of things that looked like them turn out to be anything but. Sometimes they are. But other times, with the Doctor, the Time Lords - or even the CIA - manipulated him into solving problems. He hated it, but always got on with the job when he got one. If people need help, he gives it. Much as I hate to admit it, we probably should do the same. So, long story short, the Doctor has been kidnapped out of time, and we've been sent to find him. Somewhere around here is a man who may be responsible, and I bet he's behind your problems too. So, let's get on with it all!"

She pulled a pad and pencil out of her jacket, and shoved the flask away. "Splitting up saves time. If Destrii and the Professor here take another look at the bodies to see if they can spot anything new that could help us, that helps. I think I'll check the British Museum to see what was stolen - you want to come along? We'd better not have anyone going anywhere alone." She gave Ace an encouraging grin. "I know that I can absolutely trust you to have my back. I think this could be a very interesting experience."

At some point in the future, Ace would be her closest friend, for a while. It felt just weird having this younger version that she hardly knew at all.

She tapped the pad as she made notes. "Her who?" She echoed Victoria. "We'll take all the help we can get, I think. Maybe the Brigadier and Miss Waterfield could go talk to whoever this person is, or chase down any other clues?"
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 4 posts
Fri 16 Jan 2015
at 22:53
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
"There is a lady who functions in the capacity of a private investigator, rather like the Pinkertons do in America, but dealing with cases that are infinitely more dangerous, and frequently supernatural. She is a most mysterious individual, and not given to socialising, or even meeting with people outside of her immediate circle." The Professor frowned at this notion, as he did like to be quite affable and enjoyed socialising when he could. "Henry and I have been aware of her work for just over a year now. We do tend to take on very similar cases, but thus far, we have avoided poaching, if only out of professional courtesy. She has extended to us the same consideration, and while she is reclusive, she has undoubtedly proven to be efficient. She has removed several threats to the citizens of this city that we are aware of, and perhaps more besides. Perhaps, under the circumstances, you should call on her. At worst, she can only refuse to help, but she might have information that could be of use. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Mr. Jago coughed a few times. "Well, I agree, normally I'd be quite happy to call on Madam Vastra, but Paternoster Row is some distance, and the fog is a real pea souper. You know how my lugubrious lungs fill with the heavy humours. I wouldn't want to be coughing all over her commodious chambers. Terribly bad manners, and all that. Perhaps we should wait for a day when the weather is more clement, what?"

Litefoot gave his colleague a rather stern glance. "Chin up, Henry. You can wear a muffler. It's not too late to pay a social call, and if what our new friends say is true, then the Doctor is relying on us to save him. We cannot let him down, not now! Go settle the tab, and we'll be about our business."

Mr. Jago was obviously not a brave man, but his reaction to the idea of visiting this mysterious woman suggested a rather specific reason for being afraid. Could a mere woman in Victorian London really be so frightening that any man might dread the idea of meeting her in person? How remarkable!
Destriianatos
 player, 70 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Sat 17 Jan 2015
at 02:13
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Destrii wondered how on Earth it was that she was the one focused on the task at hand, and willing to get on with it without argument and debate. That wasn't like her at all! But she had discipline well, discipline had been disciplined into her the curiosity of a cat, a willingness to play a role, and an understanding of the world derived largely from TV adventure stories. She could play this game. 'Yada yada yada. We follow anything strange and see if it leads us to this monk. If not, we move on, and leave it to Jago and Litefoot, or Madame Vastra, or Holmes and Watson to sort out.' she summed it up, for her own benefit if no one else's.

Jago's coughing and complaints reminded Destrii of her own troubles in the airborne sewage outside. 'Ah, the air outside turns my gills as well. I think I'm going to need one of these muffler thingeys too... And a deerstalker hat like Sherlock, that'd be great.' She looked down at the skirt of the shabby dress. 'And maybe some pants?' As if appearing to be an independent black woman in Victorian England wasn't bad enough, she wanted to wear men's clothes too...
Ace
 player, 96 posts
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 17:42
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
"And that leaves us with one primary arse kicker with each non-com."  Ace nodded her agreement with Benny's suggestion of how the group should split up.  Destrii had a point about clothes, she was basically wearing a shirt and nothing else as far as the people they were going to run into in this era were concerned.  Of course, it didn't mean Ace was going to think twice about her own, equally outlandish clothing.  At least she was covered.
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 5 posts
Wed 21 Jan 2015
at 22:23
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
"Time is rather of the essence. I am not sure we have time to go and pick up a new outfit for you, I am afraid, but we could always call at my home after we go to the mortuary. Mrs. Hudson can no doubt furnish you with something more suitable. And you can borrow my muffler. The nocturnal vapours won't bother me once we are in the carriage. I'll just go and tell Ellie what we require."

He left the room with some purpose. Mr. Jago smiled, rather sheepishly. Normally he was good at small talk, but how did one talk to visitors from different times? "A rum business, this. Normally, of course, I'd be in the thick of it all, spoiling for a fight. There's many a villain learned to fear the right hook of Henry Gordon Jago! But the night air, you understand. It makes me naturally wary. Wouldn't want to let the side down by coughing at a crucial point in the proceedings."
The Brigadier
 player, 119 posts
Wed 21 Jan 2015
at 22:37
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
The Brigadier snorted. He hadn't dealt -personally- with Jago before; but he'd seen the type - all talk, no action. In his other life, he'd dealt with them on a daily basis - politicians who would state "Well I'd do it myself you understand Brigadier, but it's the look of the thing..."

Truth be told, he was looking forward to being allowed to get his hands dirty. The prestige of the Brigadier? Absolutely. The pay helped too. But the inability to go out and do his own work; but rather having to rely on subordinates - who were not always up to the task? That he could do with out.

Somewhat sardonically, he murmured "Chances are this is an alien -not- immune to normal bullets?" Not that it really mattered. Whilst he was in the past, he had to conserve his supply quite rigidly.

OOC: GM, as a career army man, he probably would have some spare bullets; but not a huge amount.
Victoria Waterfield
 player, 152 posts
 Proper Victorian Girl
 Friend of the 2nd Doctor
Wed 21 Jan 2015
at 23:26
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
"We are not visiting this Madam Vestra to kill her, Brigadier!  They say she knows things.  Perhaps just being on our best behaviour will make things right as rain."

She frowned at Ace.  Arse-kicker?

She shook her head.  "Besides, I could not be safer walking through the city with a General, could I?  And perhaps we will be admitted, despite not having calling cards."

She looked at the everyone else.  "Should we plan to meet somewhere soon?"
The Brigadier
 player, 120 posts
Wed 21 Jan 2015
at 23:30
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
"Madam Vastra, perhaps not. But I was talking about the possibility of a walking mummy."

A pause. "What kind of alien is this Madam Vastra anyway?"

OOC: It occurs to me, that are we sure it's a good idea to send the man who's responsible for killing thousands of her kind, albeit in the future, is a good idea?
Destriianatos
 player, 72 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 03:31
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Destrii pouted as she found she wasn't going to get the opportunity to dress up, either in a fun cosplay or clothes more befitting her station. Now who was she going to be? If she had to be herself, then they'd all be in trouble... Maybe I can do Cockney? she considered, looking at the dress. Nah. She was born for a higher class of role. 'Well, we all have to make do. Stiff upper lip and all that, what?'

Destrii recalled the arrangement. The Brigadier and Victoria meeting this Madame Vastra, Ace and the Professor going to the museum, and going to the morgue were Professor Litefoot, herself, and... Just herself, then. Story of my life.

'I understand completely, Mister Jago. The air outside fair made me want to puke my guts out.' Destrii agreed with all the formal manner she could muster, if not the words. 'You're a fighting man, I take it? So, your right hook - is it fisticuffs or some kind of hook-like weapon? Effective for disembowelling, but I find they do get dreadfully stuck.' What? She was making small talk.
Bernice Summerfield
 player, 30 posts
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 18:41
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Bennie regarded Destrii with rather dry amusement. "I think you're a bit much for the Victorian era, my lady. Mr Jago was referring to pummeling with fists, rather than using an actual hook. I think their violent sports are a lot less... advanced than yours."

She scribbled more notes down as the plan developed. "I think arranging to meet back here might be the best plan."" She took out a watch and consulted it, then sighed. "I have no idea what the local time is, now I think of it. And my watch isn't set to Earth standard time. But I can fix that. Maybe we should agree to all meet here again in ... what? Six hours? That gives us all plenty of time to find clues, get into trouble, enact a daring escape, and suddenly uncover a murky sub-plot that the Doctor knew about in advance but neglected to mention as he knew we'd never have agreed to come if he'd told us about it."

Bernice was just a tad cynical when it came to the Doctor she knew. His Seventh incarnation was just a bit too devious for comfort at times.
Henry Gordon Jago
 NPC, 2 posts
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 22:31
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
"I don't know, never shot an alien like this before. If it is one. It could be a bit of home-grown nastiness," Mr. Jago tugged on his moustache thoughtfully. "I have never heard that Madame Vastra is an alien, though she is mighty queer, by all accounts. I am sure we will find her willing to talk. Professional courtesy and all that. It wont take long to get there, she's just up by St. Pauls. Chances are we can tell her what we know, and she can sort it out for us. We might even make second house at the Alhambra!"
The Brigadier
 player, 123 posts
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 22:37
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Hmph.

"Oh very well. Lead on, if you will."

The good thing about being in UNIT when the incident happened, is, due to his position, he was always dressed in full uniform. And as an officer in Her Royal Majesty's army; he was -always- dressed to impress; at both ends of the social spectrum.

"Coming Miss Waterfield? I may not be as knowledgeable about this time period as one who lived it, but a military man is a military man, no matter when he is."
Victoria Waterfield
 player, 153 posts
 Proper Victorian Girl
 Friend of the 2nd Doctor
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 23:24
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Victoria reached up to take the Brigadier's arm (left arm, that is), assuming he offers it or will try anyway.  "And a good thing too, I would say, sir.  I fear that I am most under-dressed for this time, as my lower extremities are showing!  I wish I have a full dress, despite the discomfort of it."

To be sure, she was only showing her ankles and calves, but she knew that proper ladies did not dress this way at this time.
The Brigadier
 player, 124 posts
Thu 22 Jan 2015
at 23:34
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
It was easy to forget that under the gruff exterior of the military man, was a gentleman. He had served his country in many parts of the world, in many conflicts, and he is not even sure that his work for UNIT was the most horrifying experiences he'd had.

As such, when it was downtime, he did slip into that gentleman exterior quite easily, and he offered Victoria his arm. "I would not worry overly about it, Miss Waterfield. Compared to our other two... ladies... you are overdressed."
Destriianatos
 player, 74 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 01:40
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Six hours. About the length of the average TV episode, including adverts. 'Okay.' Destrii agreed. She still had questions for her fellow travellers, like working how who knew which Doctor and in which order.  Benny's description didn't sound like her Doctor, but then she hadn't known him long enough. The Doctor had told her he could change his body, apparently just like Darrin in Bewitched, but Destrii had only fuzzy memories acquired from Izzy and from a brief alternate time-line in the decaying Cyber ship. She wanted to line them all up and work out who went where in the Doctor's timeline. Who knew the Doctor right before her? Who could she get to warn him about her?

She watched as they paired off and heard Victoria worry about her clothes. 'Don't worry, sweetie, you've got some fine lower extremities... But you can have this dress, if you want.' she offered kindly, starting to hitch up her skirt, both happy to help and happy to get rid of the thing.
Ace
 player, 97 posts
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 17:58
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Ace, clad in perfectly serviceable jeans (and this pair weren't even ripped), bristled at the Brigadier's suggestion that she might be under dressed.  She was covered from neck to wrists and ankles.

Benny's description of the probable course of their individual jaunts made her grin though.  A low chuckle escaped her and she took a moment to really look at this woman who seemed to know her future self.  "Sounds like a day out with the Professor alright.  And even if HE didn't know about the murky subplot, he'd never admit it anyway.  Spoils the image that he's omniscient."  Ace checked over her gear, tugging the jacket into place and tightening the strap on her backpack so it had no chance of slipping off her shoulder at inconvenient moment.  Being without the contents might be problematic for her, having it kicking around Victorian London could be downright disastrous.  "We synchronising watches or something?"  Not that she had a watch, didn't like wearing them, a little ticking thing around your wrist counting down the seconds of your life.  Besides, it's not like they were much use when you were hopping back and forth in time and space.
Bernice Summerfield
 player, 31 posts
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 20:11
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Bennie darted over to prevent Destrii from her intended disrobing. "No, no. You really need to keep that on. The Victorians would find your uniform to be absolutely shocking. We'll sort us all out more appropriate attire as soon as we can. Let's just keep our focus. I am sure Mister Jago has a watch, and the Professor as well. So we'll all have suitable time pieces. We'll meet here in six hours."

She shot Ace a rather over-eager grin. "I haven't broken into the British Museum for years. It's just like being a student again. Except without the ray guns and that rather sordid encounter with a security guard behind Menkhare's doorway."
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 6 posts
Fri 23 Jan 2015
at 21:14
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
The Professor returned shortly, and started to don his cloak and hat. "There's three hansom cabs outside. At least they are reliable, and plentiful at this time of night. If everyone is ready, and knows where they are going, we should do so promptly. The longer we wait, the greater chance of another death." He looked to his friend with some sympathy. "Chin up, Henry. It's long overdue that we met Madame Vastra, and with your amiable nature, she is bound to be quite welcoming."

He took up his cane and held the door open. "Shall we?"

OOC: Feel free to continue here some more. Let me know when you are ready, and I shall set you up with new threads as the adventure continues and people split up - all the better to cause peril!!!
Destriianatos
 player, 77 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Sat 24 Jan 2015
at 03:03
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
'Wasn't going to wear the uniform.' Destrii muttered, but left the dress on at Benny's urging. She didn't know what their problem was. Maybe the sight of her fit bod just made them all feel self-conscious about their own flabby, hairy ape-forms. Collecting her old costume, she folded it up and left it on the table to collect later, along with her tricorder, and communicator, but kept her phaser, tucked inside her dress. 'And it's not my uniform they're going to find absolutely shocking.' she kept up her grumbling, but was ready to follow Litefoot out. She grabbed an apparently unused bowler hat off the stand, deciding that if she had to dress the part, she might as well go all the way and take charge of her attire. Apparently fussing around her holographic black hair, she perched it on her head over her head-tendrils and let the barbels droop under the rim, before catching sight of herself in a mirror There! That was better. Maybe she could put together a steampunk look?

'Let's.' she said to Litefoot, striding first out the door. 'Toodle pip, sweeties!' she called back to her fellow travellers.
Bernice Summerfield
 player, 32 posts
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 01:37
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
Bennie took that as her own signal to head out. "Victorian London will find both of us shocking. I suggest we do not stay too long." She left the room to head to the cab that would take her onwards to adventure and mischief. As she left, she gave a thumbs up to everyone, then paused. "Brigadier," she spoke, with some respect, given she knew a lot of him as a historical figure, "perhaps while you are on route you could call up the Time Lords on that gadget of theirs. We should at least tell them we arrived and what we're up to. They like to pretend to be omniscient but it's all a sham. Who knows, they might even have found some further information for us."

Yes. And dogs might have learned how to juggle cheese.
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 7 posts
Sun 25 Jan 2015
at 22:57
Re: IC: The Red Tavern I
"Well. Yes. Onwards, I suppose," Professor Litefoot looked rather alarmed at the behaviour of his new associate, but if he could weather Leela's table manners, the somewhat eccentric speech and inappropriate forwardness of Destrii should be a managable task. He followed her out, with a firm handshake to Mr. Jago, and a smile of encouragement to everyone else. He was polite, charming, and clearly made of the sort of stuff that forged the Empire. True British Grit.

<<OOC: The Professor of Pathology and Destrii may now move to the Morgue thread!>>