PORT ROYAL DOCKING PLOT : POST 1

[nottheotherguy]

At the university, Halloween was second only to April Fools' Day for people playing pranks on each other, so I woke up on Halloween morning ready to be on my guard. I figured whatever the station had in mind for us (if anything) it wasn't likely to be something I'd find funny, and I wanted to be ready for it, whatever it was.

It hadn't occurred to me that what the station had in store for us wouldn't be something that occurred on board. I hadn't expected the station docking announcement to play, and I sure as hell hadn't expected the world to dissolve around me when I was halfway to the hub to see what was up. I'd never transported before-- it had always been my choice, before, and I'd never planned on going anywhere the other guy might make a mess if I could help it-- but I had just enough time to figure out what the lurching feeling in my stomach probably signified before the station walls vanished.

When I blinked away the sun glare I found myself staring out a window at a bustling city full of people dressed like they were definitely not from 2012. "Well, this is... interesting," I said, turning around to the roomful of Proserpinians who'd apparently been selected to join me on my little day trip.

[Halloween docking plot is open, and this is gathering post style. Tag in, get your character dressed for some 1700s style adventuring, and see the mod post for more info!]

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[livinginanhgwellsnovel]

"For the present moment," she said pessimistically. Not once had one of these ventures been devoid of over-excitement or danger. Not even that silly little place with all of the talking animals. As for the last place that had taken volunteers, look how that had turned out. It didn't bare thinking on. "If I were a woman to take a wager, I would certainly bet that it will not stay so."

[the_iceman]

"We can be sure of that," Mycroft agreed. "I was thinking of meeting the Governor, or whatever passes for such in this town," he mused aloud.

[livinginanhgwellsnovel]

"A sensible approach," she allowed. "And you will pass yourself off as a what? A foreign dignitary?" Privately she doubted that it would work out quite so well this time around. These people did appear to be British citizens after all.