(Well very annoyed that I finished this post an then lost it before posting)
After a few times to get the hang of the rules. I tried to have a proper Season using the base ruleset. I lasted only six episodes.
Episode 1: Strangers in the Park
Rose Tyler waved goodbye to Sally as she headed to the bus stop on the other side of the park. When she thought about it, work wasn't that bad when she could get away with gossiping for the better part of the day behind the make up counter. But somewhere in her mind, the London shop girl couldn't help but think that somewhere there was something more special for her to be doing.
Little did she know that something special was walking behind her headed to his trusty blue box when he ducked behind a post box quickly. Rose could not understand some of these new outdoor sculptures. There was this big blue box marked “POLICE” and crawling all over it were these horrible gargoyle statues. Maybe it was a comment on the attitudes of today's youth towards authority she smiled to herself.
Wait. Did one of those gargoyles move? Cool. It must have a motion sensor. She walked around the box to see if she could see the animatronics in action. Luckily it was not quite dark yet. She would have probably screamed. She could not see any one else in the park and the gargoyles now seemed to all be watching her with their heads moving in unison, focused on her.
“Oi! You! Blondie!” a voice yelled from behind the post box, “Run!”
A confused Rose did not need much more motivation as the nearest gargoyle suddenly leapt off its perch on top of the blue box and started chasing her. Oh my god! Please wake up. Please wake up. Sod the bus. Her heart raced. She slammed the door of the taxi behind her and told the cabbie to drive.
Safe at home Rose checked her FaceSpace absent-mindedly while she tried to make sense of the evening's events. She found something on the council's website that the park was undergoing some kind of gothic revival with an expected 20,000 gargoyles to be installed over the next week. That number could not be right. Apparently more information could be found at the council offices, which were handily enough on the other side of the park to work. She could check it out before her 11 o'clock shift tomorrow.
Reception directed her to Planning on level 5. Planning told her to go to Arts and Community on level 2. They'd sent her to Maintenance on level 3. And then she'd be sent back to reception because no one at the council read their own bloody website and knew nothing about the gargoyles at all. It was now 10:45 and she had arrived at 9:30. Rose was fed up. Then she heard a familiar voice.
The post box man. There he was across the hall talking to some middle aged woman. She could hear him saying, “Thank you Miss Harriet Jones, MP Flydale North. This information has been most helpful.”
He would know what was going on. So she started to walk briskly towards him and started to wave. “Hey Mist--- Ah! Watch it!” she yelled as a burly man bowled her over. He started to pick up his things and apologise profusely. The post box man was gone. Rose sighed and helped the man pick up his photos. She recognised one, it was the Blue Box, sans gargoyles.
The man explained he was a photographer for an online magazine and was trying to get information on the modern art installation but had received the same run around as Rose. “They told me I could check out the basement archives for more information. But honestly who could be bothered?”
Who indeed? What was it about office basements? Was there some kind of universal rule that said they had to be poorly lit, mouldy and have that awful smell? Rose knew it. Worst. Idea. Ever. It was now half past 11 and she was not going to be able explain this away to Miss Potts, especially after that written warning last week. The fluorescent tube flicked off again. That's it. Turn around Rose. Head back. No more adventure for you.
But then she heard a noise to her left. Using her phone for light she saw a door marked “Park Planning, Arts and Maintenance Archives”. Well, that's oddly specific, she thought as she turned the handle and headed in.
“Blast it!” groaned a familiar voice.
“Post box man!” she gasped.
“It's The Doctor actually,” started the post box man, “And thanks to you opening that door and letting in the light you've interrupted the molecular synthesis reaction needed to complete the repolarising polish need to stop the Earth being invaded by aliens yet again. All I would have needed to do would have been to add this to the park sprinkler water supply and you little humans would have been safe for another, I don't know, 2 weeks. But, no, Goldilocks here you just had to go and put the entire planet in peril.”
“Umm … errr... what … are you mad?” Rose tried to speak.
“Only on Thursdays.” And the man pulled her out of the archive room and into the hallway. “Just stay back and stay quiet, all right.” He put a protective arm in front of her as the door handle started to turn behind them.
Out walked two of the small gargoyle creatures Rose had been chased by the other night. “What on Earth are they?” she asked the strange man, pointing at the monsters.
“Krillitanes. And not from Earth. And didn't I say stay quiet. And still.” He pushed her arm away. “All right now fellers. You have no right to be here interfering in a level 5 civilization. The Shadow Proclamation Articles 5 through to 6b expressly forbid it. Your plan here is not going to work. I will stop you. You know it.”
A larger, more grey gargoyle stepped out behind the others and opened its beak, only to speak with the tones more suited to Cambridge English scholar than the beast in front of Rose and the Doctor. “Ah, yes. I posit that you would be correct in that statement.” The beast tapped it's comrades on the shoulders as they chirped. “We seem to be out of our depth on this one. We would not be wanting to trifle with one such as yourself, Time Lord. We are well acquainted with the events at Deffry Vale. You will have no trouble from us. Farewell.”
And with that they vanished into thin air.
“So, those were aliens?”
“And we just stopped their evil plan?”
“Which you still don't quite know?”
“And you're an alien too?”
“And this is your spaceship?”
“But it's just a box.”
“Oh. Now that's mean. Don't you listen to her.”
“Listen to who?”
“I wasn't talking to you. Now she's willing to forgive you and let you travel with us if you say sorry.”
“You are mad.”
“Well it is Thursday. Why don't you come inside?”
With a little persuasion of promises of a journey to the edge of the universe and the depths of time and something about a Medusa Cascade, young Rose boarded the TARDIS. After overcoming her shock at the sheer size of the interior she turned to the doctor and asked, “Wasn't that all a bit easy? All you did was tell those monsters to shove off and they went running. Are you some kind of bad ass alien bounty hunter?”
“I didn't really think much of it. I guess even monsters need to be scared of something.”
“That's probably high on the list of least reassuring things to say to a new traveller, Doctor.” And suddenly Rose's insides tightened and her world went swimming. This really was not a good day for clever decisions. At least the strange man had not offered her any candy...
First adventure - (a401) London 2005
Scaling factor 0 (+1 Luck at the end of the adventure)
Turn 0 - Nothing.
Turn 1 - Doctor Explores, meets Rose Tyler (e090). Together Encounter event - (e075) TARDIS caught by the Enemy (v513) 6 Krillitanes. Doctor Hides. Rose Runs. +1DM.
Turn 2 - Doctor follows, nothing. Rose Seeks Information - computers, e082 Enemy Base and Goal revealed (e262) Breeding Ground. Doctor Encounters Harriet Jones (e025) +1DM. Rose encounters Photographer (e041) +1DM.
Turn 3 - Doctor researches science, nothing. Rose moves to Doctor. Together encounter enemy, 2 Krillitanes and Elder. Talk option. Defeated and successfully opposed.
(Based on rough notes that show me on DM 4 at the end, so maybe I defeated them on Turn 4, still pretty quick and harm-free, yay!)
I'll add the other adventures soon.
If only they were all this easy.
Nice write-up! I'm looking forward to seeing the next one!
Great session report!
Thanks for sharing it here.
Episode 2: An Unconvincing Disguise
“Jelly baby?” the voice asked.
“Don't mind if I do,” Rose replied. She reached into the packet and took one as she tried to take in the immensity of the view in front of it. Awesome. Majestic. Fantastic. She did not have the words to describe it. “It's just so … big. And blue.” Oh my god. I sound like an idiot. But she could she care.
Rose gazed the planet Earth. The Doctor said it was the year 4 900 000, not quite the end of the world. They were on a space station. Much better than the last one. It had taken the Doctor quite a bit more charm, which she must admit he had to spare, to convince her to stay a little longer after that event.
The TARDIS had been pulled over by intergalactic police, the Judoon. The Doctor had explained, more like mercenaries or thugs. Rhinoceros-headed soldiers who had escorted the Doctor and Rose before a tribunal in a place called the Shadow Proclamation. Rose had been right about the Krillitanes running away a little to easily. Apparently the Judoon were about to march in stop the Krillitanes turning London to a new breeding ground when the Doctor had scared them away. The Doctor managed to convince the justicars that as the crime had been prevented in the end, there was no foul. They let them go with a smile and promise never to do it again. See charm.
- - -
“So are there humans down there?”
“Oh no. Not by now. There out there now.” The Doctor pointed at the galaxies in the distance. “Down there is a nature reserve. I think the whales are in charge. And maybe some mice.”
The Rose exhaled and her eyes were drawn to the doctor. How could he be distracted with that sight there. He was poking around looking behind the desks and monitors in the room they had found themselves in. The TARDIS was parked at the back in the corner. Every desk in the room was covered in switches, monitors and falshing lights and they all faced the enormous window through which they could see the Earth.
“Now this is a control deck,” the Doctor muttered to himself, “But where are the controllers.”
At that word they heard a struggling sound behind the front counter. A burp. And then, well another kind of gas exchange. They could see a strange light glowing. “Excuse me. Is someone there. Health and safety inspection,” the doctor called out politely.
Two legs kicked out from behind the counter. “Someone's having a fit!” yelled Rose. She'd taken that First Aid training last spring.
The Doctor jumped down the walkway to assist taking out the metal device he called a sonic screwdriver. “Oh,” he uttered. “Oh!” he cried. “Rose just stay where you are. Don't come over here.”
“But I can … help,” Rose felt sick at the sight in front of her. There was a grotesque bulbous green creature with round beady eyes, struggling to fit into a pair of human trousers. Only they weren't just trousers, but a pair of shoes, and legs, and a body. “Oh that's horrible!” she wretched.
“Yes. Quite,” said the doctor. “Slitheen. Body snatchers. Very brutal.” He pointed to the screwdriver at the monster.
The Slitheen stopped struggling. “Well no point in worrying about that now.” It stood up and kicked away the skin suit. “Oh. Stop your horrified looks. It's synthetic. Now I suppose your going to march me down to Mr. Paprika's office to report me as a stowaway.”
“Okay, now if we can just bypass that teleporter lock protocol that is in place. We'll all be headed planetside in two tics or so,” the Doctor said with glee.
Rose thought the Doctor seemed to be enjoy himself whizzing his little gadget on every second panel and light. “You sure you know what you are doing?”
Rose wasn't completely but smiled along anyway. Next to her the creature seemed to be whistling. Call, or Call Men-glutch Jaherdam-Moo Partheen, was a Raxacoricofallapatorian ecologist who had been dreaming of studying Earth ecology first hand for quite some time. Earth visits were restricted to humans only for the last 250 years. Call had been managed to buy a biometric inhibitor and synthetic skin suit off the black market. He had used them to disguise himself as part of the space station's science team. Unfortunately planetfalls were totally cancelled last year.
The Doctor and Rose had interrupted Call as he had taken a moment to free himself from the constrictive suit and view the Earth au naturale. The rest of the crew were enjoying a station-wide banquet on the lower decks. The Doctor had decided as fellow stowaways, a quick jaunt planetside might be just thing to have some fun and was rigging the teleport system for just such purposes.
Just then voices came from outside the door.
“The banquet shouldn't finish for another 3 hours,” Call said with dismay.
“Never mind that let's get you back into your suit.” And Rose ran over and brought it to the alien.
The doctor went over to the door, screwdriver in hand but was a few seconds too late.
It opened and a red-horned face stared at them. “Just who might you be, then?” it spat at the doctor. “Or more prudently, what is that?” the steward pointed at a half-dressed Call. “And what is she doing with it?” Rose quickly jumped off her knees and took a step away from the creature, trying not to giggle.
The three sat quietly inside the Stewards office. None of them had any acceptable identification. And none were on the crew or passenger list. Call tried to explain his human identity but the Steward had dismissed that as preposterous.
“Just you wait here and do nothing,” the Steward said as he locked the door behind him.
The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started flashing it at the panel in front of him. Rose looked disapprovingly. “Well, might as well just watch a bit of telly,” the doctor grinned.
A hologram screen popped out of a socket in the middle of the desk. “Ah, Galaxy's Most Wanted. Always liked this show. Oh look its a Raxacoricofallapatorian. No offense, Call, but it looks a bit like you. Wanted for poaching, off-planet trade in endangered species, and habitat destruction resulting in the extinction of 12 species. Wow. Greenpeace wouldn't like him.”
“Umm... Doctor...” stammered Rose, pointing at the running words at the bottom of the screen.
“Known alias Call Men-glutch Jaherdam-moo Partheen”, read the Doctor. “Really. Using your real name. Not very smart was it.”
“Look, I can explain,” Call said. “Oh. No. I guess I can't. That is pretty damning isn't it.”
Call confessed everything when the steward returned. The steward immediately sentenced the alien to death by firing squad. Luckily the doctor intervened and offered to transport Call back to Raxacoricofallapatoria for Raxacoricofallapatorian justice by Raxacoricofallapatorians. The steward agreed as it would be best for all if no records of this stowaway incident ever existed.
Bound in ectomorphic shackles Call sat in a corner of the TARDIS moaning that it was still going to be a death sentence either way. The Doctor set the controls and Rose looked in awe as the central pump started to humm and churn. Wait should that purple light be blinking like that? And smoke started to billow out of the controls and the doctor frantically tried to flick the right switches.
Vortex event: Shadow Proclamation (e282). Captured by 8 Judoon (e054). Capture led to minor offence (e059a). Released and set free.
(see this question about how this should have played out.
Random Flight path. Show Rose the Universe.
Second adventure (a402) Platform 1; Year 5 000 000 000
Scaling Factor 2 (+1 Luck at end of the adventure)
Turn 0: Location encounter - Control Deck (e257)
Turn 1: Explore - nothing. Encounter enemy - Slitheen survivor (v503a) taken captive by Doctor and Rose. Goal Revealed - Experiments (e222)
Turn 2: Research Science - nothing. Encounter Steward (e152).
Turn 3: Talk to Steward +1DM. Encounter event - Entertainment (e080) +1DM.
Turn 4: Oppose enemy with Brains. Succeed.
Attempt to escort prisoner to Raxacoricofallapatoria, TARDIS Vortex event - Malfunction (e008) nothing major.
Another very short and easy adventure. Still fun, and certainly less grim then my first tries.
Was a bit strange to have a Slitheen "survivor" without having encountered the Slitheen before. I originally roleplayed as a time-cross and on sight of the doctor the Slitheen surrendered immediately in fright with the Doctor responding "And you are..?"
Think I like this new way I interpreted it.
This doctor is definitely looking to Rose like a big bad ass alien bounty hunter at this point...
Another great write up.
You see, this is why I created the game - so players could generate stories set in the Who universe.
Thanks for sharing!
Luckily the doctor intervened and offered to transport Call back to Raxacoricofallapatoria for Raxacoricofallapatorian justice by Raxacoricofallapatorians.
I see that you happen to like a certain word just a wee bit, eh?
- Last edited Fri Oct 5, 2012 9:44 pm (Total Number of Edits: 1)
- Posted Fri Oct 5, 2012 9:44 pm
Not me, the doctor (I think it was in speech marks originally).
I hate it. Ridiculous childishness best left in books by Ms Rowling.
Ctrl+V to the rescue.
Episode 3: Run Rose, Run
Doctor surveyed the surrounds around them. This was not Raxacoricofallapatoria. At least he didn't think so. Not enough buildings. This place was definitely wild. Mud. Fog. Trees. It looked like some sort of swamp. Where had the TARDIS dropped him this time?
Rose called him over. The cuffs they'd used on Call lay half sunk in a puddle of off-coloured water, footprints leading off into the mist. The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and waved it at the prints. This way he pointed and then hesitated. He motioned for Rose to stay and be quiet. There were other footprints there. And ahead sounds could be heard approaching.
Safe behind a tree the pair watched the shadows march off deeper into the swamp. Rose pointed back to the TARDIS and mouthed that they should just go. The Doctor looked at her with disbelief. Rose held her nose her waved the fumes away. So what if it was a bit smelly. Didn't she know that was the smell of the adventure.
The Doctor jumped down a ridge and beckoned her to come on.Watching the shadows move away, the Doctor headed after them. Deftly leaping around the puddles. He paused between jumps, and smiled. He could hear Rose scrambling behind trying to keep up.
The Doctor looked at Rose apologetically. They were quite lost. The bodies had moved quicker than he had expected. There were no more footprints. And Call was likely miles away. To top it off, his blasted screwdriver was playing up so there was no way to tell which way back the TARDIS was. They were stuck in a smelly swampy smelly swamp and Rose was letting him hear all about it.
The Doctor surveyed the scenery trying to find something familiar that might indicate the direction they had entered the clearing from. That red flower. They had definitely passed that. This just might get Rose to be … quiet.
It was quiet. He turned back around. And back again. She was gone. Calling out her name. The Doctor couldn't help feeling that somehow this might just be all his fault.
Rose kept running. And running. Her heart thumped in her chest and her lungs burned dry. Then she saw it. A flare went up in the sky in front of her. Slightly to the left of where she had been heading. The Doctor! She ducked under the branches ahead and every part of her screamed go faster.
Behind her she could her the whoops and shouts of the Karzak. Definitely behind her still. But still there. One moment she had been standing behind the Doctor, then she had woken up in their camp. The leader had scolded the others. Apparently they were after someone else in the swamps. Bounty hunters for a local lord or something. However even if she was not their quarry she would be used for practice for some of the newcomers.
They had set her free, given her a small blade and told her to run. If she made it out of the swamps they would let her go. Rose asked which way, and the alien had started laughing. She knew the Doctor was her only hope.
It was too late to stop. Rose crashed into him. Knocking him to the ground. She had made it. There was the TARDIS too behind him. Relief waved over the two of them.
The doctor laughed to see her. He pointed at his watch and the TARDIS and nodded to her. She knew what it meant. Time to go. It was a good thing she had seen that flare he had fired. But if she had seen it. Then so too would have the Karzak.
She jumped and pulled the Doctor up and headed for the TARDIS door.
Five Karzak stepped out from the trees around them. The leader growled and strode up to the Doctor and Rose. His bare clawed hands outstretched. He lunged at the Doctor.
“Argh!” the Doctor yowled as the claws seized him around the back.
“Argh!” the Karzak yowled too. “Well met, dear sir. Quite the greeting. Your woman is an amazing specimen.” The Karzak leader stepped back, releasing a quite puzzled Doctor. “She gave my latest recruits quite a run there. Most impressed.”
“As for you lot -” he turned at the cowed youths at the edge of the clearing, “No rations for a week. Hopefully you can catch a marsh vole or two. But I would not get my hopes up if this pink ape gave you trouble.”
The Doctor tried to suppress a giggle, as Rose kicked him in the leg.
“Fare well on your travels, sir.” The Karzak waved as the Doctor pulled his companion back into the TARDIS.
“Oh. They wouldn't have killed you. Maybe a few centuries ago. Very vicious, Karzak back then. Like your Middle Ages really. These days they might have kept a lock of hair as a trophy, but for all their ferocious appearance those bows and rifles, all tranquilizers.”
Rose still didn't feel too great about the day. But she could see that behind the smile, the Doctor was as relieved as she was back together, and even looked quite concerned. “How about we try somewhere back on Earth, Doctor. No great aliens or space men.”
Suddenly the Doctor feigned a look of upset.
“Except you. You great oaf,” she quickly added.
He grinned at her. “Well. I think this might be a good time for some music. How does Elvis live sound?”
Failed to arrive at Raxacoricofallapatoria
Third adventure (a407) Lanos Wilderness, Year 2587
Scaling Factor (3): +1 Luck at the end of adventure
Turn 1: Explore - clues that can be investigated. No encounter.
Turn 2: Investigate - 3 Karzak (v530) - Hide successful. No encounter.
Turn 3: Follow - unsuccessful. Encounter event - Lost.
Turn 4. Lost. No encounter.
Turn 5: Lost, found way again. Encounter event - (e002) Companion kidnapped. Goal revealed (e214) Hunt Fugitive. Rose sentenced to Karzak Hunt (v503a). Successfully escapes.
Turn 6: Doctor Researches. Rose moves. Encounter 5 Karzak - succesfully oppose with talking.
Attempt to travel to Old Era Earth ...
Continuing the trend of short and easy. "Lost" is by far one of the most anoying things that can happen on adventures. During my first few games it seemed to come up far too often, but now i think that was just bad luck.
Will try and write the remaining three episodes over the next three weeks. Holidays are over, so I think I should be doing other things right now.
You need to start using the scaling rules - things get a bit tougher then...
This was using the scaling rules (possibly why the first three were so easy).
Remember I die at the end of episode 6. (I teach high school maths, kind of embarrassing I honestly wrote Dozen meaning 6, not 12 - But Half A Dozen Days... loses some of the rhythm).
This was using the scaling rules (possibly why the first three were so easy).
Remember I die at the end of episode 6. (I teach high school maths, kind of embarrassing I honestly wrote Dozen meaning 6, not 12 - But Half A Dozen Days... loses some of the rhythm).
What about swapping the 'a' around, "A half-dozen days with a Doctor"? Changes the flow a bit.
Episode 4: The Moon. The Moon.
The Doctor looked apologetically at Rose. She stood there in her poodle skirt hands on hips with a stern look of disbelief. Perhaps she might have a valid reason. After all this was not a TV studio with a live performance of Elvis about to start in 10 minutes as promised earlier. And he had tried to string out the gaffe for a good five minutes of walking through dimly lit white corridors pretending it was just a TV hospital set. And maybe they weren't quite sure which way was back to the TARDIS now. But probably the last straw was when they found an porthole that showed the view of the Planet Earth outside. 390, 000 kilometres away.
"The Moon, Doctor. We're on the Moon."
"Yes, Rose," hesitated the Doctor, "But think of it this way. We're on the Moon! The Moon, Rose!"
Rose huffed and twirled away, "All right. Let's explore."
The Doctor whistled, "That's the spirit." He quickly stepped after her.
Around the corner Rose had frozen stiff. Her hands in the air. Three armed men in black fatigues were pointing guns at here. Behind them the Doctor could make out for people in lab coats but his attention was suddenly drawn back to the man in the red cap as he coughed and waved his gun subtly.
"Right. Arms up. Hello there. Yes. Quiet. Oh. this way then. Ah. Quiet wasn't it." The gun pressed more firmly into his back as the pair were marched away.
Rose was amazed at how the Doctor had been able to pick the handcuffs with his teeth and one of her earrings. They decided they better make a direct line back to the TARDIS. Wearing a pair of lab coats as disguise they had made it past two more groups of soldiers without any problems. When suddenly a young black woman told them to stop and wait.
"Us?" asked the Doctor.
"Yes, you." Coming closer the woman said, "Oh. Thank goodness. I was going to ask you where to find Doctor Sue, but it looks like she is, I mean he is, you." She pointed at a name printed on the Doctor's coat. "Doctor Kelvin sent me with this report. I'm a medical student. Arrived with the latest bunch for Project Faithful last month. Still learning people's faces."
"As am I. You are?" the Doctor asked her as he took the report.
"Martha, sir. Martha Jones."
"What a lovely name."
"Doctor," hissed Rose. "Shouldn't we be moving, Project Blue Box is important too."
"Just a moment. This can't be right, Martha, was it?"
"I don't know, sir. Haven't looked at it myself. Dr. K just sent me here with it."
"I think you should take me to see this Dr K. Rose."
Rose looked at the exit they had worked out would lead them straight to the TARDIS and then rolled her eyes as she followed after the pair down yet another new corridor in completely the other direction.
"Who's this, Martha?" said a young man with spiky hair looking up from a microscope.
"Dr Sue, isn't it, Dr K?" Martha replied.
"No. Does that look like a Sue," sighed the youth.
"Oh, yes. Sorry about that. I must be another Dr. Sue, just call me Doctor," the Doctor grinned.
"But we're all doctors here," said Martha.
"You're just a student." Dr K said with audible contempt making Martha frown.
"Anyway," the Doctor interrupted, "This report it can't be right. No patient should have levels this high and still be alive."
"Yet he is. Now get that report to the correct Dr. Sue and get out of my hair," Dr K waved them away. "Something has cut off the gas line to my laboratory and maintenance have just told me to go fix it myself."
"I'll help you with that, and we can chat more about those results."
"Oh, alright then. You girls stay here and keep out of trouble."
Rose and Martha rolled their eyes at each other. Deciding to strike up a conversation Rose asked, "So what year is it?"
"I know, right," Martha answered.
"No, really, what year is it?" Rose asked.
"What were those things?" gasped a sweaty Dr K.
"Zygons. If I remember. But if they aren't in disguise, that means they probably have control of the base by now," whispered the Doctor.
The two men had been lucky and seen the inhuman creatures march down the corridor. Dr K had obviously never seen any kind of alien before. The Doctor had been quick to pull them into a maintenance closet before he gave them away.
"They possess the power to hide in human form if necessary, but what are they doing here?" continued the Doctor. "We should follow them."
Before Dr K could protest, the Time Lord opened the closet door and hurried down the way the Zygons had come from. But once again the Doctor found that navigating a base made of off-white nondescript corridors was more easily said then done.
The two girls meanwhile had managed to get themselves into their own pickle. At first it had been a nice girls bonding over the casual chauvanistic behaviour of their respective "bosses". Then it had been about studies. Martha was a major in Toxicology. Rose had said some strange word she'd heard on a soap opera once. Luckily Martha had bought it. Then they started to get a bit bored.
Martha had peeked at the medical report finding it referred to Martin Conroy, a laboratory technician from section D. He was in sick bay currently undergoing surveillance due to an anomaly picked up in a bioscan. When they went to check out the sickbay they found it was cordoned off by security. Heavy security. Big heavy security. Only two doctors had gone through from what they had seen. Wearing special security passkeys. They had almost given up when Martha remembered a secondary entrance to sickbay through the technician's equipment room. Inside they had began to wish they had not been quite so curious.
Hideous clawed monsters were in the sickbay. They were arguing about Conroy. How could he have been so stupid to have been picked up by a bioscan. One of the other monsters spoke and Martha was shocked to hear it had Conroy's voice. He was an alien? She knew he was a creep in the rec lounge, but … They started talking about the water project more. Something about increasing the metal levels to make the base systems suitable for a Zygon take over.
Rose had started to explain to Martha this was not her first encounter with aliens. She and the doctor had done this before, and that's when Martha had pointed to the alien standing behind her.
Rose stopped screaming.
"That's better. Now we can discuss this better. You are not in the Base's personnel database, so you will tell us who you are and why you are here?" the Zygon leader pointed a sharp instrument at her.
They'd tied Rose to a hospital bed. Martha was unconscious on the one beside her. Once they had identified her, they had given her some tranquillisers and then, one of the monsters had transformed. It had changed into an exact copy of Martha. It was still there. Leering beside the Zygon creature.
Rose felt almost like fainting herself at this point. Then she heard a rattle above her.
The vent burst open. The Zygon took it in the face and stepped back.
Then out slid the Doctor. He smiled as he stood next to Rose's bed.
"Hoy. Hoy. Zygons. Trying to take over a Moon Base, are we? How many of you are there. In disguise all throughout the base no doubt. Now wouldn't it be a terrible shame if someone had been able to rig up a disruption oscillator to the base's communication network that would instantly break those clever little perception filter's you are all using. Like this!" The doctor brought what looked like part of a old transistor radio and tapped it with his sonic screwdriver. The Zygon reeled back. The Martha-monster screeched and turned back into the monster. Outside gunfire could be heard and within 5 minutes a base alarm was on.
"Curse you, strange man!" spat out the Zygon leader. He turned into his personal comm device. "Emergency retrieval requested. The Plan is aborted. Security code 5-Marklaw-Klatchian." And with that a teleport signature beamed the creatures away.
"So you do this often then?" said Martha outside the TARDIS.
"Oh all the time," replied the Doctor self-assuredly.
In the end, the Doctor had managed to convince the base commander that he was a UNIT agent sent to thwart the Zygon plans. Once his credentials checked out, the commander was very appreciative of the hard work that had been done. And let them be on their way.
"In fact we're about to go somewhere new, fancy to join us?" Rose asked. "I need all the help I can get to keep this one in line."
"Oh you betcha!" laughed Martha and Rose pulled her into the TARDIS. "Oh My God."
The Doctor could here them laughing and giggling inside. He was not sure what had just happened. He knew this could not be good. Not good at all.
Failed to arrive at Old Earth desitination
Fourth adventure: Moon Base 2018 (a436)
Scaling factor 4: Strong Enemy - all enemies (except minions) +1 to all Qualities
Turn 0: Found medical kit (e194).
Turn 1: Lost (e078). No encounter.
Turn 2: Still Lost. No encounter.
Turn 3: Still Lost. Encounter (e020) 4 scientists and 3 soldiers. Hostile. Surrender. Captured. Minor Offence. (e059a).
Turn 4: Escape. Successful. Encounter (e106) Martha Jones with a (e149) Medical Report.
Turn 5: Study medical report (+1DM). No encounter.
Turn 6: Seek Information, computers, (e097) ventilation shaft discovered. Encounter - (e023) Scientist with (e140) Sabotage problem.
Turn 7: Doctors - fix sabotage. Encounter 3 Zygons (v540). Hide. Successful. Martha + Rose - Investigate. (e159) Captive. Encounter (e194) another medical kit.
Turn 8: Doctors - follow. Unsuccessful. No Encounter. Martha + Rose - rescue captive. Unsuccessful. No encounter.
Turn 9: Doctors - Abandonned Base (e082). Encounter 3 Zygons. Evade (vents). Martha + Rose - Rescue captive. encounter 4 Zygon. Goal (e283) Change atmosphere. Martha + Rose captured (e061).
Turn 10: Doctors - Rescue. Fail. Encounter, find Salvage (e069). Martha + Rose. Escape. Fail. No event.
Turn 11: Doctors. Nothing of consequence. Martha - Ineterrogated. No events.
Turn 12: Doctors - Defeat Enemy - Fail. Rose sentenced to execution. Doctors encounter Enemy 3 Zygons. Confront. Successful.
Notes on this one are a little fuzzy near the end. I think I was still a little uncertain how the capture of groups not including the doctor were supposed to go. It was also getting very close to teh wire, so I think that shows how the game successfully builds up tention in some games.
This one was a massive nailbiter, going to full 12 turns compared to the previous ones. Partly luck, and partly the effect of the scaling I think. Combat with Zygons really was not an option, I had to try and find ways of building DM, which I found quite hard.
I think this was the first game I tried deliberately splitting the team to try more actions at once. It seems to be the way to go to maximise opportunities for +DM.
I agree that splitting the team can be a very powerful tool. It can sometimes cause problem when you need everybody back together again and those Move rolls just aren't happening, but I usually find it works out best to split up and keep everybody active. Makes for a better story too!
Splitting a party is definitely keeping with the genre
Episode 5 (Part One): Lost Princess, Princess Lost
"Have you two princesses finished your slumber party?" called out the Doctor.
Giggling approached the TARDIS atrium.
"Yes, Dad," sighed Rose with a snort.
"Do we really have to wear these?" Martha pointed at their medieval gowns. Hers were a shade of blue while Rose's were splendid crimson.
The Doctor smiled and ignored the question.
"Right! Here we are. Outside those doors is real medieval tournament. Blood, guts and plague. Have fun, and probably try not to eat the food. I'll be Lord of some southern Scottish barony and you'll be my darling daughters. Any questions. No. Let's go!" And out he went through the TARDIS doors.
The girls held hands and giggled some more as they skipped out the doors.
Martha almost had a coughing fit.
"Ah! That smell… I knew this would be medieval … but … err.. Doctor why are there New York skyscrapers in medieval Britain?"
Martha was running very hard. She had no idea where the Doctor or Rose was at this point, she just knew she had to get away. It had all happened so quickly. First there was that poor boy they had met in the alleyway. He had ran away from them talking about how he didn't belong here, was all alone and needed to get away. Then he'd thrown Rose away with superhuman strength and kept running.
Before they had any time to catch their breath, a troop of thugs had stormed down the alley behind him. Rose and the Doctor had been caught, but Martha had gotten away. She still had yet to get her bearings. She could make out the American accents of her pursuers and the city seemed like the New York off TV, except everything seemed just a little smaller and less fluorescent than the one she was familiar with. How had the Doctor gotten the time *and* location so far off. She felt like she was in some cheap gangster flick. She grinned as she realised she'd lost the thugs. It certainly was fun. Now to find Rose and that funny old man.
Well that was one way to mount a rescue, thought Rose as she creeped up the stairs. She did hope Martha would be okay. The moon doctor-in-training had snuck into the basement the Doctor and Rose had been locked into and had found the right button to release their cage. No sooner had Rose and the Doctor climbed out in burst a wild haired scientist and more of the uniformed goons that had caught them outside. Martha had done her best to distract them by shouting out some insults and running out of the basement. The goons all chased after Martha, no one even noticed Rose and the Doctor slipping away. Hopefully the Doctor knew where he was going.
Upstairs they found a larger warehouse space. From the sounds she thought they must be near a harbour of some kind. The warehouse appeared to have been converted into a giant engineering laboratory. It almost looked comical. Rows of stained woodmen benches with all manner of tesla coils, bubbling beakers, weird monitoring dials, gadgets and gizmos.
"This is almost comical," said the Doctor, "Except this." He stopped at large black oblong block, just bigger than a car. "This is special. It's void steel. It's a void transport I thought they were only myths. Nothing is meant travel that space. Well it's not even space. It's the not space. It's the not space between the real space, that's not even really a space at all. It's absurd. Whatever could be inside?"
"So tell me again why she's dressed like that. I know I'm not up on my Earth culture as much as you old friend, but I don't think 1930s New England was into quite so many frills." A tall elegant woman talked to the Doctor. Rose trailed behind.
The black box had opened to reveal this woman. This well dressed, tall, elegant, well spoken woman. The Doctor had called her Princess. She'd laughed and said her name was Cora. Apparently she was a Time Lord too, or Time Lady or whatever. They had left the warehouse and were headed up the docks back to the city. Cora and the Doctor had worked quickly to piece together what information they could ascertain from the surroundings. This was definitely 1930 something New York City. The white haired scientist is collecting strange alien artefacts. Amongst the relics had been a void ship escape module that Cora had used to escape a Dalek attack during the Time War.
Rose had sort of lost track of what they were talking about by that point and wandered away for a bit of fresh air. She looked out on the Hudson and could hear Cora telling the Doctor how dangerous it was to keep dragging all these humans about the universe with him. Excuse her. Rose wasn't being dragged anywhere. Sure it may not have been safe but she didn't need Miss New Old Girl telling the Doctor and her and Martha what to do.
Martha! Rose frowned as she leaned against the railing of the jetty. She was worried for her new friend. The Doctor had been fun at times, but she'd felt so thrilled to have another girl like her along for this adventure. She didn't think Cora would be able to enjoy a laugh like Martha. After the Moon business she had just felt a good click with Martha. Shouldn't they be looking for her. The Doctor and Cora can play catch ups when we were all safe back in the TARDIS. Martha was still being chased by those thugs, she couldn't hide forever down there. She pushed off the railing and turned around to talk to the others. She hardly noticed the sticky patch she'd put her hand in. Then the world went cold and black.
Martha was hiding in a storage closet. She'd circled back around the goons only to face a mad German scientist barking orders at three more of them in the cage room. She could not find any other exits. Only this closet. The the world went cold and black.
Failed to arrive at Old Earth desitination
Fifth adventure: New York City 1930s (A443)
Scaling factor 6: Deadly Enemy (additional -1DM on reveal); Minimum DM may reach -1
Turn 0: Romantic interlude (Rose + Martha)
Turn 1: Explore - Lost (e078). Enemy encounter - Vespiform v543. Still in Human form, Runaway Boy. Goal revealed (e178) Stranded!
Turn 2: Doctor & Rose: Plan for Brains. Nothing. Encounter 5 Mercenaries. Surrender e061. Martha: Plan for Engineering. Nothing. Encounter: Chase. Successful getaway.
Turn 3: Martha. Plan for Brains. Nothing. No event. Doctor & Rose: No escape or event.
Turn 4. Doctor and Rose: No escape. Encounter Cloaked Ship, Void Ship e113. Martha: Rescue successful. Encounter e119 Crazy Scientist + 3 Troops. Minion of the enemy. Successful Evade.
Turn 5. Doctor and Rose: Open Void ship and find e127 Cora the Lost Companion. Enemy Encounter: ???? Martha: Research - no successs. Encounter - e116 Cliffhanger.
What happens next?
Notes are terrible so not sure if you can trust above outline.
Simon has answered some of my questions about how teh Vespiform should have worked http://www.boardgamegeek.com/thread/556453/vespiform-v543
I'm looking forward to the conclusion!
Episode 5 (Part Two): I Heart Killer Space Bees (?)
"Dead. She's dead, Doctor," Cora said bleakly to the Time Lord.
Two fishermen had gone to the wharf master's office to phone for an ambulance. Police too more than likely. The Doctor absentmindedly checked his pockets for some psychic paper to show them when they arrived. What could have happened here? Cora was right. These Earth girls were so young and impressionable and it would always end up like this. One was still missing where could she be?
Martha burst out of the water gasping for air. It was frigid. From what she could make out, the floor of the closet she had been hiding in had given way, dumping her into the icy river. Luckily she was a inter school champion for swimming, she could make to a nearby jetty platform. She hauled herself out and tried to get a gauge of her surroundings. She could make out where the warehouse they'd been in was a few hundred metres away on another boardwalk. Where would the Doctor have gone? Then she looked back in the water. She could see something shining from the bottom. What could that be?
The wharf master mentioned to the Doctor that other girls had been going missing around the docks at night too. Rose was the first body left behind, but the locals were assuming a similar fate to those who had gone missing. Cora had noticed the sticky residue on Rose's hands and showed it to the Doctor. With her keen senses she could tell it was poison. Vespiform in origin. The mad German in the warehouse had been collecting alien artefacts, could he have captured a lost vespiform? The Doctor had explained to her about their first encounter with the scientist's goons chasing a small boy. Vespiform's were known to use perception filter's to blend with locals lifeforms while studying them, but they left Earth soon after the American Revolution she thought. What would one be doing here now.
"We need to find that boy you saw, and that man with the warehouse," Cora said as she turned. The scientist and his thugs were approaching carrying many improvised weapons. "Well maybe just the boy."
"What have you done with my specimen you meddlers. He's more dangerous than he looks," started the German. He then noticed Rose's still form. "Which I think you may have already found out."
Sirens approached the group. The scientists muscle looked nervously at each other, and fled. The German sighed, saying something about American courage under his breath as he too skulked back into the shadows of the dawn lit docks.
Martha pulled herself onto the dock again. She did not know why she had risked diving into the chilly water again, but she knew what she had found was important. She shivered as she felt the rising sun start to warm her sodden clothes and she marched off back to the mysterious warehouse where she knew the Doctor must be.
Martha was almost near the warehouse. Her outfit was practically dry now. She wondered if it was made of some strange alien fabric that dried especially quickly.
Up ahead there was a crowd, she could make out an ambulance and a police car too. What had happened? She saw a familiar shape at the edge of the crowd. The boy. At the start of the adventure, the mad German's men had been chasing him. He had thrown Rose away with supernatural strength. She saw him disappear down behind a small shack, and she went after him.
Although the sun was up now, she could not make out the boy in the shadowy gap between buildings. How had he disappeared so quickly. She called out but all she could hear was a buzzing a power tool. It was coming from behind a stack of tires. Martha thought she saw some movement. She moved closer and peered carefully and tried to put a reassuring tone in her voice but instead could only gasp.
There behind the tires was a wasp. A five foot long wasp. It stood up and rose up, flapping its wings furiously, becoming airborne. "I just want to be left alone!" It was the voice of a child. Coming from the wasp thing. Martha did the only thing her brain could think of. She ran.
Martha caught her breath. She was next to mysterious warehouse now. No sign of the giant talking wasp, but no sign of the Doctor or Rose either. But she could her a woman's voice somewhere. She headed towards a nearby window.
"Doctor, Doctor." Martha could make it out now. It was another persons voice calling out for the Doctor. It was not Rose either. Martha found a conveniently placed set of crates and climbed up to the window to see a strange woman in a strange suit struggling in some bonds calling out for the Doctor. Carefully Martha undid the latch and dropped in.
The woman looked Martha up and down and uttered with distinct disapproval, "And you must be Martha. What the devil has he got you wearing? It's out by centuries."
"I suppose that synthetic fabric is all 1930s too," Martha snarked back. "Do you want to be rescued or not?"
Martha and Cora managed to get out of the window back to the docks. Cora explained that she was an old friend of the Doctor's. They'd been confronted by some goons again and Cora had been captured while the Doctor had not. She did not sound terribly happy about it. The Doctor should be somewhere back near the warehouse entrance she thought, but when they got there all they saw was the German and his cronies being led away by police. At least that would be taken care of. Martha felt some relief. All they needed to do was find the Doctor and Rose, head back to the TARDIS and be off back to 15th century France.
Cora decided that perhaps there was a rear entrance that might be better off checked out. With the police in there carrying out the "evidence" in the scientist's laboratory it would be where the Doctor would go next. A quick and easy exit. They walked carefully down the boardwalk when Martha heard a familiar buzzing.
"Ah! I was right. A vespiform!" shouted Cora.
The wasp dived from a nearby roof. It was headed straight for Martha. She ducked quickly. But not quick enough.
Luckily a piece of wood knocked the beast off course just before it struck. It fell to the ground injured. Martha saw it struggle on the ground and could not help feel a bit of pity for it. Cora asked her if she was all right and then picked up the wood again and moved in to finish it off. "Wait!" Martha cried. Something felt wrong about all this. Cora looked at her confused. And then the wasp flew off again.
"You are a strange one. It was going to bite your head off, yet you are upset when I hurt it to save you."
"It's hurt. It's confused. I don't know. So am I. I can feel something. Trapped. Hunted. This." Martha reached into her garments and pulled out a heart shaped necklace. It was glowing brilliantly.
"Of course. A firestone," realised Cora. "Come quick. With that injury it won't be too far away."
"He needs someone to watch out for him, Doctor," Martha told the Doctor. "I think it's for the best. Cora's right. It just is not safe for me to travel with you. After what happened to Rose…"
"Are you sure? I can take you back to the Moon, him too," replied the Doctor.
"Like you took us to France?" she shook her medieval dress at him. It was draped over her arm now, and she was in a more plain brown coat and dress that matched many of the others at the train station.
"I suppose, well…"
"Come on Doctor. Leave the Humans on Earth and lets be off." Cora pulled him away and waved goodbye to Martha.
The Doctor waved too. Then left with Cora back to the TARDIS. "But one isn't human, is he…" He only hoped the new mental and emotional blocks placed on vespiform, along with an enhanced perception filter would hold.
Turn 5 Doctor and Rose: Open Void ship and find e127 Cora the Lost Companion. Enemy Encounter: Rose killed by Vespiform ("cyanide" poisoning) Martha: Research - no successs. Encounter - e116 Cliffhanger.
Turn 6 Doctor & Cora: Research +2DM. Encounter: e157 Missing Persons. Martha Jones: Research (Nil). Encounter: Scientist + 6 Guards (taken care of). May find Firestone.
Turn 7: Doctor and Cora: Investigate +1 next turn. Encounter: 4 Mercenaries. Doctor hides. Cora Surrenders to e061 waiting for Punishment. Martha: Finds Firestone. Encounter: Vespiform. Run away.
Turn 8: Doctor: Follow Mercenaries +1DM. Encounter Human Vespiform +1DM. Martha: Rescue Cora. Encounter - Vespiform, fight. Vespiform flees.
Turn 9: Doctor: Move to others. Fails. Cora and Martha: Encounter Vespiform and confront successfully with firestone.
Last half of notes are even more terrible, so a little less trustworthy on what actually happened. After Rose was killed so easily. I got a bit annoyed. Vespiform feels very OP against a small party (killing TARDIS characters very easily) and quite a limited number of options for defeating it compared to some other villains.
This was a good example of a game where it was NOT a good idea to have everyone run off and do their own actions all over the place.
Martha deciding to leave at the end of the adventure was also a bit odd. But I guess after watching some other young twenty-something girl get murdered, it does not exactly make you think hanging out with teh Doctor is the safest place to be.
AND IT ENDS HERE
Episode 6: A Fateful Journey
"Now there Doctor, I know just what you need to take your minds of things."
Cora tried to sound as reassuring as possible as she toggled with the TARDIS controls. The Doctor was slumped on a chair in the corner. He had been despondent. Cora never understood his fascination with the Earth creatures. Inefficient, poorly developed constructs that broke far too easily. Only one heart for goodness sake. How they managed to take over the better part of the universe for 200 millennia dazzled her. But then again that is the fate of most pest species.
A foghorn tooted. Yes. This was it. She tidied up the tuxedo she'd found for the Doctor, wrapped a nice fur stole around her shoulders and gracefully opened the door of the TARDIS.
"A cruise, my dear." They stepped into a fantastically decorated ballroom. Well dressed people filled the space, talking and dancing, drinking and eating. "Come on old man, dance with me and live a little," Cora purred as she grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing serving tray. The Doctor barely responded.
"Excuse me, Ma'am," a 6 foot tall man in a white and gold uniform stood in front of Cora and the Doctor. "I trust you are enjoying your time on the S.S. Titanic entertainment decks. But I could not help noticing you seem to be missing your first class bracelet."
"Oh. That. It didn't quite match this dress so I left it in my room."
"The bracelets are made from intelligent plastics that morph to match any outfit you could dream of wearing. Which you would have heard if you had attended the First Class boarding session."
"Ah. I told you about that didn't I, dear," Cora prodded the Doctor, "Darling? But you wouldn't listen would you. Silly man. Always worried about how I look."
"Wait a moment there," the Doctor suddenly stirred awake, "Did you say the Titanic?"
"That's correct sir. This is the Spaceship Titanic II headed to the Jovian Moons."
"Can I asked what happened to the Titanic I?" the Doctor asked.
"It exploded on it's maiden journey to Earth back in the 21st century. This is an exact replica of the replica made for its centennial anniversary." the steward calmly explained.
"Right. You might think they'd start steering clear of that name, wouldn't they. Now I'm in my tux, on a ship called the Titanic, please, just tell me it is not Christmas."
"As a matter of fact, sir …"
"Right. Cora. This was a horrible idea. We are leaving, now. I'm sorry sir, please forgive us we have just gotten a little lost from our cabin back in economy class. Which was back this way. We are going to leave right now. Again, I'm sorry for this intrusion." The Doctor grabbed Cora by the hand and looked back to find the TARDIS behind the crowd of dancers.
"But, Doctor, we are here now." Cora pleaded.
"No. We have to leave before anything happens. This is not a good combination going on here." the Doctor hissed. She knew this was unusually curt of him to do.
The steward signalled to someone at the side of the room. "I'm afraid your lady-friend is right, sir. You are here now. And here is a place you are not authorised to be. The Jupiter Cruise Corporation has a quite strict policy for stowaways. You'll be coming with us. Grieger?"
Grieger was quite probably the large brick house of a man headed their direction in a similar white and gold uniform to steward. He seemed quite pleased and eager to be about to do whatever he was intending to do with the pair when his stride was interrupted by a shriek on the dance floor.
"Murder! He's been murdered!" called out one of the many cries that could be heard from the dance floor. The well dressed guests started to fan out to the edges revealing a body in the centre of the floor. Or part of a body and a large red stain. The guests fell silent.
The steward glared at the Doctor and Cora and then rushed over to the scene. "Ladies and Gentlemen there appears to have been some kind of mishap of immense proportions. It is most regrettable and the Jupiter Cruise Corporation would like to express their condolences and state that your safety is our utmost priority. Due to the nature of this event we will ask you all to remain in this room as our friendly security staff will question you all individually. This is standard protocol and we apologise for any inconvinience."
The quiet in the crowd broke. Groaning about waiting and disruption to entertainment could be heard, as more white and gold uniformed staff began to come in and the bulkheads to the ballroom began to seal.
The steward called Grieger over. "You should start with those two I was with before, they weren't meant to be here."
"Uh, what two?" said the hulking man.
The steward looked back to where he had left the doctor and Cora. They were nowhere to be seen.
"This was exactly what we were trying to leave before it happened." The Doctor was very upset. He brushed at tinsel decorating the hallway. "Christmas! It always happens of Christmas! It is really starting to ruin the spirit of this time of the year. Oh and this tux. I never wear this tux! Do you know how many people died last time I wore this tux?"
Cora thought she should apologise. But then thought better of it. "Look here old man. You were in a funk and you needed cheering up. I thought this might do you the world of good."
"Explain that half-a-body and red-stain back on the dance floor. Now what could have done that to a person I wonder? There was something that man said. I know it was important but I can't quite remember what."
Cora sighed and followed the Doctor down the corridor. "Do you even know where you are trying to go to."
"So your plan is to just enter random rooms and hope something catches your eye is it?" Cora groaned at the Doctor. This was the fourth room he had sonicked his way into and was now rifling through the private belongings of a "Lady Geneviere of Camelot IV".
"Well. I got us some clothes to go incognito in, didn't I?" the Doctor grinned at Cora, showing of his gold lapels.
"Oh yes, however shall I thank you. When I'm on a interplanetary platinum star cruise what I want is to be wearing a French Maid's outfit." Cora shoved her feather duster at the Doctor's face.
"Now this is something." The doctor blocked the duster with a large plastic brochure. "Welcome to First Class. The S. S. Titanic II is a Platinum Star Interplanetary cruise circuiting 49 of Jupiter's satellites, natural and man-made. Enjoy 12 decks of luxury entertainment and blah de blah blah. Ah this it. All first class passengers are required to wear at all times their Identity Bracelet. This microchipped device contains all necessary passenger information such as medical and dietary information to ensure your needs are looked after. It contains a comms device and locating device. It is made from an intelligent plastic that will react to allow the bracelet to match any outfit you should choose to wear while staying with us, so please be assured you will continue to look your best while staying with us."
"Doctor did you see that?" Cora looked out the door. "It looked like a robotic vacuum cleaner. I'm just going to check it out."
"Yes. Yes. Now something about that. Intelligent plastic. It is right there. I know what this means." Scratching his head he laid down on the bed.
"Aha!" Leaping back up, the Doctor called for Cora, "Autons! The Nestene Consciousness. Plastic that thinks. It must be them. Even this ship. A replica of a replica. Not an original idea from the Nestene. Cora?"
He was all alone. Well almost. A familiar white and gold uniformed man stood in the doorway. There was no other way out.
"Well, Doctor," started the steward looking the Doctor up and down, "What have you found?"
The Doctor was working at a computer terminal.
"Your identification seems genuine," the steward unknowingly examining a piece of psychic paper that for all he could tell said "Jovian Lunar Police, Special Bureau". "You seem quite sure that plastic men are trying to murder some of our passengers. But you seem quite light on evidence. Monsieur Rouge from the ballroom was killed by some kind of timed explosive inserted inside his right arm. But you would have found that out more easily if you and your companion had just waited in the ballroom and explained who you were at the time."
"There. Deck 4B. What's going on there?"
"There is special function going on there. We are not interrupting them. That's above even your pay grade. That is if you had one. Grieger?"
"Oh, you again." The Doctor smiled as the shadow approached.
"Ah. There I see it now. Psychic paper." The steward waved a comms device in front of the DOctor. "I have a friend of friend in Special Bureau. Quite handy to check up on impostors. Quite silly to change from one disguise to another so much."
The Doctor could not work out where Cora had gotten to do. He had been sitting in the brig for at least an hour. No sign of her here, so she must have ducked away before the steward had arrived.
The force field keeping him in the cell was quite persistent. The steward had been clever enough to take both the psychic paper and his sonic screwdriver away from him. Quite a clever chap him. If only he wasn't such a douche. Without those he was not sure how he was going to get out of this one.
Just as he was thinking that thought, the force field blinked off. Just off. Like that. Lucky break. Perhaps too lucky? Not being one to annoy luck. The Doctor walked out and turned the corner up the corridor.
Perhaps he had annoyed luck anyway. Above the still body of Grieger stood four Autons. One raised it's weapon at him. The Doctor put his arms behind his head. "Right. Take me to your leader."
In the bowels of the ship dwelt the Nestene Queen. Cora had already been taken here. The Doctor checked she was okay. The Nestene bubbled at him. He could understand thanks to the TARDIS translation matrix. "Why? Time Lords? Here? Nowhere. No Time. Impossible."
"Well I could ask the same of you. Really I'm having a horrible day. How about we just call it a draw and we'll be off. Out of your hair. Well if you had some. Okay. Bad joke. Sorry."
One word came back. "No."
"Well, can't say I never tried. Now. Cora." Picking up his friend he shoved the nearest Auton over and made a dash for the door.
The other three Autons grabbed at them. The Doctor made the door but Cora did not. That could definitely had gone better.
The Doctor caught his breath. He had had little luck. He was still stuck down near the engine rooms and had been hiding from several patrols of Autons. What were they up to? It was getting hotter and hotter here.
The heat was unbearable. He had not seen an auto for at least half an hour. They would probably melt in this environment. The Doctor was unredeemingly lost. The only computer terminal he found had shorted out. He had no idea what might be happening to Cora. He did not even know what the Nestene were planning. And he had no sonic screwdriver.
Then the ship exploded.
Sixth adventure: SpaceShip Titanic 2008 Holiday (a432)
Scaling factor 6: Dangerous (Encounter matrix -1); Minimum DM may reach -1
Turn 0: Steward (e152) - argue
Turn 1: Steward - continue to argue; No encounter
Turn 2: Steward - continue to argue; No encounter
Turn 3; Steward - continue to argue; Encounter: Brutal Death (e151)
Turn 4: Investigate - nothing; No encounter
Tur 5: Investigate +1 next turn; Encounter Robot - nothing (e074)
Turn 6: Investigate - reveal enemy - Autons (v500) Cora Captured; Encounter Steward - no argument this time.
Turn 7: Seek Information on Computers - VIP Party (e055), Steward takes Doctor away for minor offence (e059a); No encounter
Turn 8: Try to escape - no success.
Turn 9: Try to escape - success. Encounter - 4 Autons. Surrender.
Turn 10: Enemy v500a (with Cora) Run away, Doctor successful, Cora caught for punishment. Encounter: more Autons. Run away again.
Turn 11: Seek Information. Nothing. Cora Sentenced to Death.
Turn 12: Seek Information. Nothing. Cora Killed.
Enemy not defeated (goal not even revealed). Not enough Luck. Doctor killed.
After the loses of the previous play, this just went from bad to worse.
That Steward argued through many of my turns meaning it was a scramble to find anything meaningful to raise my DM. I think the DM was still 0 at the end of the game and I had very little if any luck left.
Still it was fun all up. Which is the main thing. This particular Doctor was up for retirement anyway I think after all that dismal companion death.
These write-ups are great; thank you!
Six adventures is a pretty good run. I just started a new "season" and on Adventure 1 my Doctor died on the Titanic facing Autons as well. Met Astrid Peth on Turn 0, then proceeded to Relax my way all the way up to 11 Luck (with a romantic interlude). Things were looking great when I discovered the Autons on Turn 5...
Then, on Turn 6, the supposedly brilliant doctor blundered into an airlock. Since no one was around to help him out, he died. Kind of anti-climatic and frustrating. I guess the pilot episode was canceled due to lack of ratings (viewers didn't want to watch a show about a Time Lord wining and dining and attending fancy parties).