Doctor Who RPG

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Name: The Doctor, also known as Doctor
Age: Unknown. Currently in first stage of regeneration cycle.
Species: Time Lord
Gender: Female
Looks: Long, curly white-blonde hair. Blue eyes, pale skin, wears white t-shirt and fleece, jeans and a pair of buckly-boots.
Other: OMG SHE HAS A TARDIS AND A SONIC SCREWDRIVER

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The TARDIS was spinning in circles as it fell to earth. Sparks were emitting from the machines and a single woman was trying - and failing to man it. Swearing in a foreign tongue, the TARDIS crashed and everything went black.

"Shall we go to Raxacoricofallapatoria?" The Doctor grinned cheekily.

"No!" The Philosophers voice came through the gramophone on the console. "We don't want to see the jam museum again."

The Doctor laughed loudly. "You didn't like the jam? I found it amusing as the Slitheen stared at me whilst I ate that vinegar jam."

"I also hate the Slitheen. They creep me out." The Philosopher said. "Lets go to Osmosoris Sargasso Integratorium. Theres a McDonalds there."

"There's also one on AlphaDude Ninteen, and that one has all those pink glue blobs that you can laugh at and they don't know what's happening because they can't laugh," The Doctor pointed out.

"Not Alpha Dude, its full of surfer dudes who can't even spell nineteen..." Just then, the lights went out.

"It's not nineteen! It's ninteen!" the Doctor pouted, bashing a button to make all the lights flash back on. "I was told so by the king!"

"What was that?" the Philosopher asked. "Did you hit a button or something. All the plasma coils deactivated down here for a second."

"They disconnected and reconnected, which is a restart button," The Doctor said wisely.

"How about Raxxiret? I liked that place. A lot of good food. " The writer popped up, from her little corner she was always in.

"That was full of starchy products," the Doctor pointed out. "Gave me bellyache for hours, that did." She landed the TARDIS then walked outside, whilst calling out: "Come on guys!"

"Wait, where did you take us then?" Wri peered out of the door. "Jimililo?"

"Earth. Obviously."

(please get yourself on google talk!)

"Ohhh. I see now."

"Good for you." The Doctor grinned. "Philosopher, you staying in the TARDIS?"

"No, I better come. I think I'm starting to hallucinate from all the fumes down there." The Philosopher said, stepping out.

"Yay, we're all going! Can we go get some food?"

"Sure. I want some chocolate." The Doctor pouted childishly as she entered the chain superstore.

"Ooh, Candy!" Wri skipped off, in the direction of the candy aisle.

"IT'S NOT CANDY!" The Doctor called to Wri as she trooped down behind her. "IT'S SWEETS!" She was them earning a few odd stares.

"Okay, fine. Candy is now sweets. Sorry. I got used to calling them that back in 'candy land'" Wri rolled her eyes. "But I want a lot of them anyways." She grinned widely, looking at the different types.

The Doctor rummaged in her pocket and found a few pound coins and then grinned. "Twenty quid!" she sang happily. "Get as many sweets as you want!"

"WOOT!" Wri was stared at. "I'm going to go get a basket, and fill it up with EVERYTHING that's good!"

The Doctor stuck her whole arm in her pocket, and then quickly found a basket and started to drop things into it.
"Eh, there's that hairdryer from Adiopose seven..." she grinned, then found a wallet that had several green moths hanging onto it.
"Gerrof!" she tapped the moths and they flew away. The Doctor opened her wallet and brought out several hundred pounds worth of paper notes.

"Yes yes yes!" Wri grinned, coming back with a shopping cart. "I love these things!" She filled it up with chocolate chips, chocolate bars, licorice, gumdrops, and more and more.