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Alfonso was just like: 
In the veterinary clinic break room, Bob Fett (still fully geared up with his armor, mask, and backpack) had dozed off on the couch while the others were off doing their own thing. Camila, still very concerned by everything that was going on (and unaware that Bob was asleep), decided to try getting some answers.
"So, you said your name was... Bob Fett, right?"
"Hm? Uhh, yeah... for all intents and purposes."
That wasn't an answer that Camila felt comfortable letting her daughter be around, but whatever. "Okay... so, what's your, uh, deal?"
"Well, I'm a simple man making his way across the galaxy." Bob slowly rose to his feet. He wasn't exactly the most impressive man, physically speaking. Suddenly, he perked up. "What's that sound?"
"What sound?" Camila looked around confusedly, as though she were capable of seeing sound. Don't we all?
Bob turned and stared at Camila, which was surprisingly terrifying. "How old's your washing machine?"
"We- we don't have a washing machine here."
"Is your garage door opening?"
"Sir, this is a veterinary clinic."
"Is there any large furniture being moved along the ground?" Bob was getting increasingly anxious. "Because that seems like the most likely answer."
"I don't hear anything, Mister, uh, Fett." Camila regretted not screaming earlier.
Bob abruptly turned and left the room.
Concurrently, Munchie had finished undoing the ropes that bound Alfonso. Unfortunately, he was still locked in Maxie's car, and Maxie had rigged the doors to prevent them from being unlocked without his keys (which were presumably obliterated along with him and Slinger). Alfonso could only wait patiently as the Wendy's parking lot entered the eye of the storm.
But while there's life, there's hope. With a strange, wheezing groaning sound, a blue object marked "POLICE BOX" which was not a police box at all materialized on top of where Slinger and Maxie had been just a few minutes ago. Out of the box stepped a somewhat foppishly dressed citizen of the universe with shoes that seemed to fit perfectly. He looked around briefly, and then turned back to his bizarre method of transport.
"You could at least be bothered to land in the right place! ...or maybe I could be bothered to steer you correctly..." the stranger's accent was a soft Liverpudlian, as opposed to a sonorous Liverpudlian that he'd been in a previous life or a thicker Liverpudlian that he'd be in the future.
Alfonso was just like:
Alfonso then began banging on the window of the car. The mysterious traveler in time and space quickly noticed and hurried over to help. With the flick of an apparatus that looked nothing like a screwdriver, the door swung open and Alfonso slipped out.
"What is that thing?" was the first thing out of Alfonso's mouth.
His rescuer had been hoping for a 'thank you' but an excuse to exposit was equally as rewarding. "It's a screwdriver," he said.
"Not that, THAT!" Alfonso pointed at the police box that was not a police box at all. "You're not a cop, are you?"
"No, that's my, um... my car. My cop car. Yes, I'm a police officer. Why were you locked in that vehicle?"
"Well," Alfonso began, "I don't see the harm in just telling you. I was working with some alien invaders, and this guy who had personal beef with one of them took me prisoner. Then he blew himself up with one of the aliens, and your 'cop car' is right on top of where they combusted."
I think I should stop myself now before things get out of hand. You see, I have just introduced the main protagonist of Doctor Who to the Round Robin Roleplay.
To provide necessary context in the form of totally-not-out-of-character prose, the Doctor is a guy who travels through space and time in a box that's bigger on the inside. More specifically, the Doctor is a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous, who travels through space and time in a time-traveling spaceship called a TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space, though that doesn't matter in the slightest). Every few years, the actor who plays the Doctor quits and is replaced. In the show, the Doctor is fatally wounded and undergoes a process called Regeneration which causes them to morph into a new body played by a different actor. This incarnation, played by Paul McGann, is the Eighth Doctor and was introduced in the 1996 Doctor Who movie, only making brief appearances onscreen since.
So on one hand, I've gone about this the worst way possible, because the Eighth Doctor is by far the most niche and obscure Doctor in the entire show. If someone ever says their favorite Doctor is the Eighth, then that person is a massive nerd and should be treated with suspicion. On the other hand, I've gone about this the best way possible, because (ignoring the expanded universe, of which there's fifteen girths of Eighth Doctor content including a long-running series of audio dramas starring Paul McGann) counting the movie, the Eighth Doctor has only appeared in three episodes, one of which was only six minutes long and the other was a brief cameo appearance in a sea of more notable cameos (one of them achieving a Guinness World Record). The Eighth Doctor is a slate so blank that we can do basically whatever we want with him. Another benefit is that the Eighth Doctor is the last Doctor of "classic" Doctor Who, meaning he's chronologically before the Time War and the destruction of Gallifrey and the various wild shenanigans of "modern" Doctor Who. This also comes with another drawback, because if you haven't seen modern Doctor Who then I guarantee you haven't seen classic Doctor Who, because the classic series is for super-nerds only.
But regardless, we now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
The gentleman's eyes narrowed slightly more than usual (he had larger-than-average eyelids, and a mouth that never seemed to completely close- and his hair just had to be a wig, Alfonso thought, albeit a very convincing one). "Was this alien called Slinger, perchance?"
"Uh, yeah. You're one of those special cops, aren't you? Are you from Interpol or something? I can't help but notice you're British."
"I suppose I am. I'm undercover, actually. I'm from UNIT." The Doctor said this with swift confidence as he began making his way over to Bob Fett's abandoned van.
"UNIT? Like, Unified Intelligence Taskforce? That UNIT?" Alfonso seemed a bit worried.
"Actually, I meant the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce," the Doctor corrected with slight derision, "regardless of what the courts rule."
Alfonso was confused, but wasn't in the mood to ask questions. The Doctor hopped into the open back of Bob's van, and immediately began rummaging through the file Luz had defiled. He stopped when he saw the photo of San Francisco on New Year's Eve 1999. "Well this is familiar," he said.
Alfonso climbed into the van with him, and peered over at the photo. "Yeah, looks like the weather we're having tonight. Of course, this oncoming storm was called by an extraterrestrial lunatic."
"So was this," the Doctor replied, "I was there. Twenty-four hours after I regenerated. Pretty good result, wouldn't you agree?" He looked up at Alfonso with a charming grin.
"Regenerated?" Alfonso asked.
"And I'm something of an Oncoming Storm myself, you should know..." the Doctor looked at the photo of the mechanical invaders outside St. Paul's Cathedral. "Oh, now this brings me way back. I got my photo taken that day, too. Wouldn't recognize me, of course, different face... Isobel Watkins, wonder what she's up to these days..." he then checked out the pic from Seville. "Speaking of that face...!"
"You're a Time Lord!" Alfonso finally interrupted.
"You're obviously not from here, if you were able to figure that out," the Doctor replied.
"Me? A Tellurian? No way!" Alfonso shook his head and grimaced in disgust at the notion.
"Definitely not from here, if you're using that term," said the Doctor, "What's your name?"
"Alfonso," he answered warily, "and yours?"
"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor finally revealed.
"The Doctor?" Alfonso asked confusedly.
"Are there any others I should be aware of?" the Doctor inquired, turning back to the Seville photo.
"Well, yeah," Alfonso said, "one of the guys who was with Slinger called himself the Doctor. The Doctor of Death, more formally. And there's also a Witch Doctor."
"Right, I remember now!" the Doctor nodded, "I was busy dealing with their supervisors. The men behind the curtain, if you will."
"They did say they wanted to get back to Arconia for some reason," said Alfonso.
"This whole scheme of theirs is just one big science fair project," the Doctor said, "But they're in for a nasty shock. Arconia's been destroyed."
Alfonso didn't have a response for that. The Doctor gathered all of the papers and pictures back into their folder and took them away with him for whenever he was in the mood for reminiscing about his past (and future) adventures.
"So, if you're a Time Lord, is that..." Alfonso looked confusedly at the police box that wasn't a police box at all, "your TARDIS?"
"Yes, in fact, it is," the Doctor replied, opening the door.
"Can I... can I see inside, Lord Doctor?" Alfonso timidly smiled.
"Why should I trust you?" the Doctor asked, but let Alfonso inside anyway. "Since you already know a thing or two about the Time Lords, I don't suppose you'll be shocked to know the TARDIS is bigger on the inside, like most people are."
"Well, it's still cool to see!" Alfonso said, marveling at the interior, "Though, I will say, they were right about the aesthetic. It really is just... white. With roundy things on the walls."
"It used to be better," the Doctor muttered disdainfully, "I spent most of my seventh life remodeling this console room. It was absolutely beautiful. Then, a few days after kicking the bucket, I returned to Gallifrey to get my arch-rival cleaned out of the pipes and disposed of properly, among other repairs and routine maintenance. Reunited with some old traveling companions, rubbed elbows with the High Council, visited the barn where I slept when I was a Time Tot, the usual. Well, I finally get back into the TARDIS, and I see they redecorated! Not just redecorated, DE-decorated! Countless years of hard work, gone in a weekend. Should've just taken her to my old college roommate; he's a mechanic..."
Alfonso had long since zoned out. Time Lords are so boring. To think these geezers were the most powerful civilization in the whole universe. Immortal and untouchable. Or so they said. "So, you're on your eighth body now, right?" he interjected.
"Hm? Oh, yes. Haven't had this face for long. But in my line of work, you don't get a say in when you change your appearance."
"So, uh, what're you up to, Lord Doctor?"
"Don't call me Lord, Alfonso. I'm scanning for psychic pulses. That's how they're keeping tabs on their project. A telepathic beacon- ah! There!" The Doctor pointed at a red dot on a screen. He then flipped a red switch to open the doors and started heading out.
"What's the plan, Doc?" asked Alfonso.
"We're going to get there before those lunatics and their creations get ahold of them. With the TARDIS' help, I'll home in on the source of the signal-" the Doctor tapped his head, "Time Lord powers and all that. And we'll use this conveniently placed van to get there fast. Come along! It's about to start raining again! Oh, and by the way..." the Doctor (who I will now refer to as 'Doctor Who' to avoid confusion with any other doctors) stopped suddenly before getting into the driver's seat. "Kindly refrain from addressing me as 'Doc' either."
Back at the veterinary clinic, Cayde and her clone (who had watched Bob Fett leave several minutes earlier) were discussing their situation.
"... and that's why you have to trust us instead of them," Cayde said, "because your 'father' and his cronies are only using you as part of their plan to take over the world."
I think I understand now... the clone nodded, wiping away some tears.
"Well I'm glad one of us does," Cayde laughed, "I'm still not used to talking to someone who looks just like a younger me!"
I have something I need to tell you, the clone said solemnly, I've been emitting a telepathic signal to the bad guys this whole time. And I can't turn it off!
Before Cayde could respond, there came four knocks on the door. Luz, who wasn't part of the conversation, carefully opened the door.
"Hello," said Dr. Who, "I'm the Doctor. But probably not the one you're expecting." Lightning flashed behind him ominously. Alfonso waved awkwardly, realizing the situation he was in.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone else except Alfonso, Munchie was still in the TARDIS, and was trying to figure out how to fly it...
In the veterinary clinic break room, Bob Fett (still fully geared up with his armor, mask, and backpack) had dozed off on the couch while the others were off doing their own thing. Camila, still very concerned by everything that was going on (and unaware that Bob was asleep), decided to try getting some answers.
"So, you said your name was... Bob Fett, right?"
"Hm? Uhh, yeah... for all intents and purposes."
That wasn't an answer that Camila felt comfortable letting her daughter be around, but whatever. "Okay... so, what's your, uh, deal?"
"Well, I'm a simple man making his way across the galaxy." Bob slowly rose to his feet. He wasn't exactly the most impressive man, physically speaking. Suddenly, he perked up. "What's that sound?"
"What sound?" Camila looked around confusedly, as though she were capable of seeing sound. Don't we all?
Bob turned and stared at Camila, which was surprisingly terrifying. "How old's your washing machine?"
"We- we don't have a washing machine here."
"Is your garage door opening?"
"Sir, this is a veterinary clinic."
"Is there any large furniture being moved along the ground?" Bob was getting increasingly anxious. "Because that seems like the most likely answer."
"I don't hear anything, Mister, uh, Fett." Camila regretted not screaming earlier.
Bob abruptly turned and left the room.
Concurrently, Munchie had finished undoing the ropes that bound Alfonso. Unfortunately, he was still locked in Maxie's car, and Maxie had rigged the doors to prevent them from being unlocked without his keys (which were presumably obliterated along with him and Slinger). Alfonso could only wait patiently as the Wendy's parking lot entered the eye of the storm.
But while there's life, there's hope. With a strange, wheezing groaning sound, a blue object marked "POLICE BOX" which was not a police box at all materialized on top of where Slinger and Maxie had been just a few minutes ago. Out of the box stepped a somewhat foppishly dressed citizen of the universe with shoes that seemed to fit perfectly. He looked around briefly, and then turned back to his bizarre method of transport.
"You could at least be bothered to land in the right place! ...or maybe I could be bothered to steer you correctly..." the stranger's accent was a soft Liverpudlian, as opposed to a sonorous Liverpudlian that he'd been in a previous life or a thicker Liverpudlian that he'd be in the future.
Alfonso was just like:
Alfonso then began banging on the window of the car. The mysterious traveler in time and space quickly noticed and hurried over to help. With the flick of an apparatus that looked nothing like a screwdriver, the door swung open and Alfonso slipped out.
"What is that thing?" was the first thing out of Alfonso's mouth.
His rescuer had been hoping for a 'thank you' but an excuse to exposit was equally as rewarding. "It's a screwdriver," he said.
"Not that, THAT!" Alfonso pointed at the police box that was not a police box at all. "You're not a cop, are you?"
"No, that's my, um... my car. My cop car. Yes, I'm a police officer. Why were you locked in that vehicle?"
"Well," Alfonso began, "I don't see the harm in just telling you. I was working with some alien invaders, and this guy who had personal beef with one of them took me prisoner. Then he blew himself up with one of the aliens, and your 'cop car' is right on top of where they combusted."
I think I should stop myself now before things get out of hand. You see, I have just introduced the main protagonist of Doctor Who to the Round Robin Roleplay.
To provide necessary context in the form of totally-not-out-of-character prose, the Doctor is a guy who travels through space and time in a box that's bigger on the inside. More specifically, the Doctor is a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous, who travels through space and time in a time-traveling spaceship called a TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space, though that doesn't matter in the slightest). Every few years, the actor who plays the Doctor quits and is replaced. In the show, the Doctor is fatally wounded and undergoes a process called Regeneration which causes them to morph into a new body played by a different actor. This incarnation, played by Paul McGann, is the Eighth Doctor and was introduced in the 1996 Doctor Who movie, only making brief appearances onscreen since.
So on one hand, I've gone about this the worst way possible, because the Eighth Doctor is by far the most niche and obscure Doctor in the entire show. If someone ever says their favorite Doctor is the Eighth, then that person is a massive nerd and should be treated with suspicion. On the other hand, I've gone about this the best way possible, because (ignoring the expanded universe, of which there's fifteen girths of Eighth Doctor content including a long-running series of audio dramas starring Paul McGann) counting the movie, the Eighth Doctor has only appeared in three episodes, one of which was only six minutes long and the other was a brief cameo appearance in a sea of more notable cameos (one of them achieving a Guinness World Record). The Eighth Doctor is a slate so blank that we can do basically whatever we want with him. Another benefit is that the Eighth Doctor is the last Doctor of "classic" Doctor Who, meaning he's chronologically before the Time War and the destruction of Gallifrey and the various wild shenanigans of "modern" Doctor Who. This also comes with another drawback, because if you haven't seen modern Doctor Who then I guarantee you haven't seen classic Doctor Who, because the classic series is for super-nerds only.
But regardless, we now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
The gentleman's eyes narrowed slightly more than usual (he had larger-than-average eyelids, and a mouth that never seemed to completely close- and his hair just had to be a wig, Alfonso thought, albeit a very convincing one). "Was this alien called Slinger, perchance?"
"Uh, yeah. You're one of those special cops, aren't you? Are you from Interpol or something? I can't help but notice you're British."
"I suppose I am. I'm undercover, actually. I'm from UNIT." The Doctor said this with swift confidence as he began making his way over to Bob Fett's abandoned van.
"UNIT? Like, Unified Intelligence Taskforce? That UNIT?" Alfonso seemed a bit worried.
"Actually, I meant the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce," the Doctor corrected with slight derision, "regardless of what the courts rule."
Alfonso was confused, but wasn't in the mood to ask questions. The Doctor hopped into the open back of Bob's van, and immediately began rummaging through the file Luz had defiled. He stopped when he saw the photo of San Francisco on New Year's Eve 1999. "Well this is familiar," he said.
Alfonso climbed into the van with him, and peered over at the photo. "Yeah, looks like the weather we're having tonight. Of course, this oncoming storm was called by an extraterrestrial lunatic."
"So was this," the Doctor replied, "I was there. Twenty-four hours after I regenerated. Pretty good result, wouldn't you agree?" He looked up at Alfonso with a charming grin.
"Regenerated?" Alfonso asked.
"And I'm something of an Oncoming Storm myself, you should know..." the Doctor looked at the photo of the mechanical invaders outside St. Paul's Cathedral. "Oh, now this brings me way back. I got my photo taken that day, too. Wouldn't recognize me, of course, different face... Isobel Watkins, wonder what she's up to these days..." he then checked out the pic from Seville. "Speaking of that face...!"
"You're a Time Lord!" Alfonso finally interrupted.
"You're obviously not from here, if you were able to figure that out," the Doctor replied.
"Me? A Tellurian? No way!" Alfonso shook his head and grimaced in disgust at the notion.
"Definitely not from here, if you're using that term," said the Doctor, "What's your name?"
"Alfonso," he answered warily, "and yours?"
"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor finally revealed.
"The Doctor?" Alfonso asked confusedly.
"Are there any others I should be aware of?" the Doctor inquired, turning back to the Seville photo.
"Well, yeah," Alfonso said, "one of the guys who was with Slinger called himself the Doctor. The Doctor of Death, more formally. And there's also a Witch Doctor."
"Right, I remember now!" the Doctor nodded, "I was busy dealing with their supervisors. The men behind the curtain, if you will."
"They did say they wanted to get back to Arconia for some reason," said Alfonso.
"This whole scheme of theirs is just one big science fair project," the Doctor said, "But they're in for a nasty shock. Arconia's been destroyed."
Alfonso didn't have a response for that. The Doctor gathered all of the papers and pictures back into their folder and took them away with him for whenever he was in the mood for reminiscing about his past (and future) adventures.
"So, if you're a Time Lord, is that..." Alfonso looked confusedly at the police box that wasn't a police box at all, "your TARDIS?"
"Yes, in fact, it is," the Doctor replied, opening the door.
"Can I... can I see inside, Lord Doctor?" Alfonso timidly smiled.
"Why should I trust you?" the Doctor asked, but let Alfonso inside anyway. "Since you already know a thing or two about the Time Lords, I don't suppose you'll be shocked to know the TARDIS is bigger on the inside, like most people are."
"Well, it's still cool to see!" Alfonso said, marveling at the interior, "Though, I will say, they were right about the aesthetic. It really is just... white. With roundy things on the walls."
"It used to be better," the Doctor muttered disdainfully, "I spent most of my seventh life remodeling this console room. It was absolutely beautiful. Then, a few days after kicking the bucket, I returned to Gallifrey to get my arch-rival cleaned out of the pipes and disposed of properly, among other repairs and routine maintenance. Reunited with some old traveling companions, rubbed elbows with the High Council, visited the barn where I slept when I was a Time Tot, the usual. Well, I finally get back into the TARDIS, and I see they redecorated! Not just redecorated, DE-decorated! Countless years of hard work, gone in a weekend. Should've just taken her to my old college roommate; he's a mechanic..."
Alfonso had long since zoned out. Time Lords are so boring. To think these geezers were the most powerful civilization in the whole universe. Immortal and untouchable. Or so they said. "So, you're on your eighth body now, right?" he interjected.
"Hm? Oh, yes. Haven't had this face for long. But in my line of work, you don't get a say in when you change your appearance."
"So, uh, what're you up to, Lord Doctor?"
"Don't call me Lord, Alfonso. I'm scanning for psychic pulses. That's how they're keeping tabs on their project. A telepathic beacon- ah! There!" The Doctor pointed at a red dot on a screen. He then flipped a red switch to open the doors and started heading out.
"What's the plan, Doc?" asked Alfonso.
"We're going to get there before those lunatics and their creations get ahold of them. With the TARDIS' help, I'll home in on the source of the signal-" the Doctor tapped his head, "Time Lord powers and all that. And we'll use this conveniently placed van to get there fast. Come along! It's about to start raining again! Oh, and by the way..." the Doctor (who I will now refer to as 'Doctor Who' to avoid confusion with any other doctors) stopped suddenly before getting into the driver's seat. "Kindly refrain from addressing me as 'Doc' either."
Back at the veterinary clinic, Cayde and her clone (who had watched Bob Fett leave several minutes earlier) were discussing their situation.
"... and that's why you have to trust us instead of them," Cayde said, "because your 'father' and his cronies are only using you as part of their plan to take over the world."
I think I understand now... the clone nodded, wiping away some tears.
"Well I'm glad one of us does," Cayde laughed, "I'm still not used to talking to someone who looks just like a younger me!"
I have something I need to tell you, the clone said solemnly, I've been emitting a telepathic signal to the bad guys this whole time. And I can't turn it off!
Before Cayde could respond, there came four knocks on the door. Luz, who wasn't part of the conversation, carefully opened the door.
"Hello," said Dr. Who, "I'm the Doctor. But probably not the one you're expecting." Lightning flashed behind him ominously. Alfonso waved awkwardly, realizing the situation he was in.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone else except Alfonso, Munchie was still in the TARDIS, and was trying to figure out how to fly it...
