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Welcome to Out of Time
It is the year 2005, and the Master, as Harold Saxon, has first taken over Great Britain, and then from there the Planet Earth. But there is one thing he has not realized. The Paradox which he created in order to take over has done damage to the walls between Time, Space, and other universes that he had never accounted for. Damage which is making them blur and blend.
These wanderers arrive in a strange new world, uncertain, untried, many of them needing to learn the language, and to find friends that can help them survive in an environment where even the freest are not free. Slave camps are common place, and death is an every day occurrence, though if you catch the Leader on a good day even that is not permanent. At a price.
Out of Time is a Doctor Who based pan fandom forum role play where just about anything you can imagine could happen, all it takes is a bit of cooperation and imagination. Romance, political intrigue, odd relationships, friendships between characters you would never dream of, all of it in a very fascinating and fun mix of just about any world you could imagine.
Het, yaoi, and yuri are not only allowed, but encouraged, and NC-17 material as well. This is a dark and gritty landscape, and such things are to be expected in such a place. The only thing that is asked is respect for your fellow players in all aspects of play.
Established Mature RPG, and you are invited to be a hero or a rival, a lover or an assassin.
Multiples of all but the Master ALLOWED.
Set in Harry’s World, in the Year That Never Was, Plus ++
Tens are most desired for the Collection. We’ll even allow them to try to be heroes. And accepting any Doctors, any Companions, from any Time, as well as other Fandom peoples—- this is a Pan Fandom friendly RPG, mature and dark, yet with hints of humour from Time to Time.
Intense Yaoi/Het/Anything Else most graciously accepted and wanted, again, mature ONLY.
Please apply at the RP, and you may pop on the chat on the main page of the Forum —- OR — IM for more info to:
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It was so personal, there was nothing about this that wasn’t. And it was all a mind fuck, every inch of it a reaming of the soul and a rape of the spirit. Harry was in love with the Doctor, in love with hating him, in love with loving him, in love with harming him and hearing him gasp in pain, whether of the body or soul. Their relationship was ultra dysfunctional, Theta loves Koschei scrawled in a drunken haze by a laughing young man a thousand lifetimes ago somehow now seemed absurd, even insane, for its innocence.
Theta still loved Koschei, and Koschei had loved Theta from the start. But now they had things to prove, and they were a million miles from Gallifrey. Lucy paid for her crimes in advance now, locked away in a cold room on the Valiant, the Doctor hadn’t saved her, had he … the world below belonged to the Master, and well it should, after all, he was the only one worthy. Three Tenths waited his pleasure and his penalty in equally freezing rooms here, he hadn’t bothered to make an appearance to any of them.
The Collection was starting well.
Soon, not a Doctor would be left in any Universe free.
And then the real fun would begin.
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More fun with Harry at OOT:
He paused for a sideways smile, the sort that the Doctor always said made him nervous. The sort he’d had after he had realized just what he meant to him, and it was the Tenth that had somehow come to a fruition of it all, loving him so much more than any of the others, save for the very first ..and even that seemed to burn out like a sad nova at the end. Bastard hadn’t done too well by him, but all things get paid in the end, don’t they … his soft brown eyes were deceptively kind, charmingly warm, yet deeper still within them there lived bitterness and hatred, some wrongs imagined and others so very real.
There lived insanity, of a driven, heartsbreaking sort.
He was not a bad man. He was just a very bad Time Lord. Things hadn’t adjusted right again in his head after Rassilon had finished with him, and they likely never would. The thud-thud-thud-thud of the preternatural false heartsbeat in his head never ended but it did recede at times. Sex helped, so did sleep. Anger and fear made it worse, sometimes to a screaming crescendo of chaos in the mind and brain and ears. The Doctor’s pity just was salt in a festering, ancient wound, meaning well was always the worst, somehow.
Come play and bring a Doctor, you’ll need one.
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