Jen stutters a little bit. "Pirates? Pirates. Oh, oh dear. Alright, um, I suppose I can help with any wounded, although I'm not exactly the most able fighter."
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Jen clears her throat, oddly composed for her usually eccentric demeanor. "Excuse my companions, they've been through some rather traumatic experiences as of late. You see, this 'Doctor,' fellow that they have been mentioning is a dangerous criminal that we have been hunting. He's eluded us for almost a year now, you see, and we've hunted him across Europe. We had almost given up hope of finding the bastard who stole my inheritance," her fist clenches and her voice tightens, for dramatic effect, "and killed my father to boot as well. Then we caught word that he was fleeing across the sea-the coward!-and seeing as all of our funds have already been either wasted or stolen upon the endeavor of finding this man, we were forced to stow away upon your good ship, in one final hope of finding this dastardly scoundrel. Please forgive us for this trespass, but we had no other choice!"
"Hm, I suppose that could technically be true," Jen muses as a veritable flood of soldiers descends upon her. "Where is this ship going, anyways? Must be important if we're on here."
"Now, come on, no need for that! You wouldn't harm a lady in distress, would you?" Jen says cheerily, raising her hands in an expression of surrender.
Jen cheerfully strides out the doors and takes note of their surroundings, before jauntily waving at the Spanish men. "Hullo, chaps! You happen to know where we are?"
"Indeed," Jen says as she looks around. "San Geronimo... is that name familiar?" She then turns to Max. "Well, you have the device. Is it... blinking? Making noises? Doing anything recognizable that we might be able to follow?"
Jen shakes her head. "Nope. Not me, not at all. I would either end up fiddling with it to death or taking it apart to see how it works. And then not being able to put it back together again." Jen casually strides to the doors and flings them open. "Shall we?"
As the TARDIS suddenly lurches sideways, Jen desperately grabs onto a convenient handbar. "What happened in 2022?" she yells over the din.
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait," Jen says as she finally absorbs all the information. "Well, don't wait, because we're supposed to save the universe or somesuch, but is anybody else simply awed by the implications of this? This 'Doctor' not only has access to time and space travel, but he has temporally split himself into multiple parts, and, perhaps more insanely, there's an entire species of him! The things we could learn..." she waves her hand. "But, anyways, we really should get going. It sounds like he was rather... important."
"Um, sorry to break it to you, but I'm human. From the year 2017. As for your other questions: my brain is huge, it processes information through thousands of filters, and no idea how to handle this thing."
"The Doctor. Headed the science division of UNIT in '60s and '70. Still does, I guess, technically. Or at least one of them does. Appears to be hereditary title, as appearances and personalities change between appearances. Also appears to have time and space traveling capabilities, and owns this craft. Is almost always with it."
"Nice, nice to meet you, Ted! Max!" Jen's eyes glaze over for a second. First Recorded Appearance: Hospitalized after found near blue police box. Proceeded to help UNIT to neutralize Auton threat. Stayed a number of years, thwarting a number of extraterrestrial, extradimensional, and extratemporal threats before leaving under mysterious circumstances overnight. Some files suggest that the "Doctor" appeared over the decades to neutralize various threats to Earth, both with the help of UNIT and without, although it's more likely that the title of the Doctor was passed down from individual to individual, due to drastic difference in personality and appearance at various points in timeline. With no explanation, Jen blinks and says, "Oh! Well, that explanation at least makes some sense. Why isn't one of them here, though?"
To her credit, Jen manages to not fall flat on her face. If only just barely. When she orients herself, she blinks rapidly, before words begin to rapidly tumble out of her mouth. "Oh, hello. Hello. Hello, there. Um, nice, um, longcoat you have there. It's very appropriate for the weather. And nice... bioluminescent tattoos? Um, who inked those? Name is Jen Kinley, um, wow, that's an interesting possibility. Spacetime distortion, perhaps? Would explain period wear, and sudden appearance of other individuals. Perhaps Smith's Theorem would-" She shakes her head somewhat violently, mussing up her hair. "I'm babbling again, aren't I? Words come right out of my mouth sometimes and I frankly don't know what to do with them." She makes a vague hand gesture. "Just... right out of there." Jen awkwardly pauses. "Um, do any of you own this most likely extraterrestrial craft? I sort of stumbled in here. Sorry."
Jen begins exploring the strange room, booping the coral on the walls, vaguely fiddling around with the least-important looking controls. "Either spacial compression-which means technology tackles microfluid dynamics-or extradimensional space. Both interesting possibilities," she muses aloud.
Jen blinks, then begins babbling. "Police box? Went out of use in '60s, '70s at latest. Model? Unknown. Placement is peculiar. Grinding noise in same general location suggests sudden materialization. Hypothesis: teleportation machine. No UNIT goons, so..." Jen attempts to throw open the door.
The rain drizzles down from a bleak London sky as a young woman, dressed in tattered jeans and a leather jacket bristling with metal, her neon pink hair damp from the rain, hustles along the streets. Her head bobs along to music she isn't hearing, and her glasses reflect scenes of everyday Londoner life. "Sir, it's of utmost importance that you capture her. Jen Kinley is dangerous. Very dangerous." The voice that crackled over the police frequency carried with it an air of authority, a weight that came with saving the world more times than they cared to count. Jen walks faster. A different voice, worried, tired, sincere, comes from her earbuds. "Yes, yes, ma'am. Of course. We, um, we finally got an actual tip from the hotline. Cruisers are closing on her location now." She begins hearing the faint wheedling of the cars. Jen begins jogging. "We have visual contact." Jen breaks into a sprint. The wheedling turns into a screech as the cruisers turn the corner. Everything freezes. Police Cruisers: Authorized to break speed limits. Most likely closing at 100 kilometers per hour. Jen Kinley: Top speed 15 kilometers per hour. Alleyways: Restricts movement large vehicles. Mysterious grinding noise: Needs further analysis. Most likely extraterrestrial or extradimensional in origin. Alien technology repurposed by UNIT? Distinct possibility. Jen veers into an alleyway at breakneck speed.
Gameplay thread is open to dotting.
I think this is all the intrest we're getting for this.
All the versions are fine. It's just different printings of the same edition, to my knowledge.
I'm still here!
Yep, got the reference. Sadly, don't have cable, so haven't seen season 4 yet. How is it?
Just realized how similar Max and Jen are. D'oh! Oh well.
It's a simple 2d6 system. The 6 stats roughly line up with their Pathfinder counterparts. To make skill checks, you roll 2d6 and add the relevant stat and skill.
Here's my submission, Jen Kinley. How she became wrapped up in all of these temporal shenanigans is totally up to you.
If Nohwear doesn't want to GM this, I can run it.
Jen firmly grasps Mattie's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Yeah, you might want to tone done that accent a little. It's a MAJOR turn on for me and a bunch of other people. For some reason, Americans, after breaking free of Britain over 200 years ago, are still enamored with the English. As for knowing people, yeah, no dice. Glad I don't, too. I grew up in Seattle. Very hipsterish. C'mon, let's grab some grub!" Jen begins pulling Mattie towards the buffet. She may have noticed that Jen had already eaten a massive amount of food. "Ha! When I took a trip to India when I was fifteen, I found that the best people I have ever met were 'stereotypical Indians!' Nice place, but I couldn't live there," Jen says. "All the heat, the constant fear of malaria, and the cows EVERYWHERE!" "As for vegetarianism, I support the lifestyle, but-" she rubs her belly, which jiggles extensively, "-I have to maintain my figure!"
Jen firmly grasps Mattie's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Yeah, you might want to tone done that accent a little. It's a MAJOR turn on for me and a bunch of other people. For some reason, Americans, after breaking free of Britain over 200 years ago, are still enamored with the English. As for knowing people, yeah, no dice. Glad I don't, too. I grew up in Seattle. Very hipsterish. C'mon, let's grab some grub!" Jen begins pulling Mattie towards the buffet. She may have noticed that Jen had already eaten a massive amount of food.
Jen gives a genuine smile towards Mattie and replies, "Nice to meetcha, Mattie. And this guy wasn't introducing himself. Well, he was, but with the intention of grabbing your ass and possibly more later. Trust me, I've seen lots of his type back up in Seattle, trying to 'get some' with some of the cuter girls in my gang. Not a street gang, but, you know, nerd gang. Which isn't really a gang. What do you call a conglomeration of nerds? A squee?" She then thinks for a moment, "Wait... Mattie? Mattie Chandra? I think we're roomies!"
Then turning back towards the jock, she gives him a stern look and says, "Git. Go on, official roomie business. Go butter up somebody else and/or hit on some other girl. What are you, running for election?"
Jen, still smiling sweetly, says, "Well, my business is to keep leches like you from preying on nervous, young girls like her who'll be too ashamed to tell anybody else what you did to her. And before you fluster out a response, must I remind you that the whole purpose of the 'Sweat Lodge' thing was to introduce people to the campus, so why don't you let the people whose job it is to do that do them, and go prey on somebody else." After a moment's contemplation, Jen follows up with "Or I'll be forced to sit on you."
Jen, having nothing better to do, decides to mess with the absolutely annoying, irritating jock that seems to be lecherous enough to make some of her video game characters blush. And now he was antagonizing that poor, shy girl. She strides up to him casually, gives an all-white smile and says with no discernible accent, "What? Don't like what you see?"
Hey, Mattie: I think you have 2 Hindarance Points left over.
A faded Green Lantern shirt and holey jeans barely contain this young woman's girth. Yet despite her weight, she exudes pure, unadulterated confidence, and offers a rakish grin and a wink from her stormy grey eyes to any attractive girls who happen to be walking by. A ragged red beanie covered in pins from a variety of fandoms, most of which seem to belong to Doctor Who and Deadpool, sits atop her head, and her eyes drink in every detail around her.
Anybody else up for this? Bueller... Bueller...
Oops, yeah, forgot that! She's majoring in Computer Sciences with a minor in Computer Animation. EDIT: I also put in Toughness, Parry, Charisma, and Pace under her Attributes.
Here's Jen Kinley for your consideration!
Also very sad |