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[The video turns on to a very, very smug Eleven, chuckling away about something or other.]

Right, right, another Christmas come and gone--going, really--with no sign of any catastrophe. No Sycorax, Sontarans, Slyther, Silurians? No Cybermen, Cyberleaders, Cyberkings, Cyber-we-need-to-think-of-better-names? Not even a single Dalek or even an Angel to be seen, which is really not any reassurance now that I think of it. Forget that bit, that bit's rubbish.

But. And this is the important bit, listen to this bit.

[He leaned in almost conspiratorially, grinning all the same as he did. In the background, an Abra was busy sticking his face into the bag of berries that came with the care package.]

It doesn't matter. Any of them could pop round for tea, not a problem. Because I have this.

[He held up a device only somewhat larger than a pen. It makes a sound at the touch of a button, lighting up vivid green at the end as it did.]

[What he does not realize is that this is all it can do now.]

Right. Sudden comas, not all that new. Rather standard for Johto, although admittedly still strange for most standards of normality.

The vacant stares? Those are a bit new. But what's important, what's very, very important right now is that everyone stays as calm as possible. I'm sure there's people that've passed out in between towns and who-even-knows where else, so if you come across a case like that the best thing to do would likely be to get them to the nearest Center as quickly as possible.

I'm not sure they're going to actually help, but it is much better than being unconscious in the middle of nowhere.

[As the Doctor spoke, a particularly curious Shedinja seemed to be s l o w l y floating up behind him.]

First priority is to make sure everyone's safe, if not conscious. Then we can worry about what steps to take to solve this. Panicking over them isn't going to help.

[The Shedinja was barely a foot behind him--then a Kirlia and Abra proceeded to grab it and teleport offscreen. Of course, the Doctor was focused on what he was saying and absolutely none the wiser.]

...So. Stay calm, try to get everyone that's fallen unconscious somewhere safe, and stay calm. That's the important bit, the bit about not panicking all over the place. Ever seen a lot of people panic? Never solves anything.

[But looking behind you now and again might, Doctor.]

And if anyone sees someone named Rory running about, do let me know.

[ooc:...also action for wherever eleven, rory, and amy are, i honestly dfk right now 8D;;]

So. The universe.

Big place. [He smiled, though it almost looked like more of a smirk.] Huge place, really--even I haven't seen all of it. I might never see all of it, I doubt anyone can see all the universe.

Especially not now that I've really thought about it. Ever do that, just sit there and think about things? I do, all the time. Only with less 'sit there' and more 'run around being brilliant'. But that's not the point, this is the point. We're all from different worlds, all different parallel worlds with their own...their own everything, really. It's like someone photocopied the universe and stuck it up all over the place.

But what does that mean? Where do all of them cross, that's what I'm stuck on. What makes Johto special, what makes it the one point where so many endless universes--possibly all of everything that has ever existed or will ever exist--overlaps?

That is something that doesn't make sense. So I'm going to poke it with a stick until it does.

[He went to shut off the video, but his Abra tugged on the fabric of his jacket to stop him. There was a point to this call, remember?]

Ah, right. Nearly forgot, thank you for that, Adric.

Has anyone heard of a planet called 'Alternia'?

So. That last little round of eggs, how many of them hatched into something unusual? Something no one really sees around here? I'd say 'not native to Johto', but that could be a stretch. For all we know these strange little things are hiding all over the place.

Caaaarv~! <3

[With a splashing sound, a young Pokemon jumped from offscreen and landed with its mouth squarely on the Doctor's head. He seemed generally unconcerned, though staggered for a moment to keep his balance.

She's the one that hatched from mine. Called a Carvanha, apparently. Friendliest thing, as you can see. I've been calling her Sarah Jane.

[Meet the Carvanhat, Johto.]

Right, again with the mysterious eggs from nowhere. I see how it is.

[The video shows the Azalea Pokemon Center and a still scratched-up Eleven on a couch with his Quagsire, Kirlia, and Sandslash.]

If 'see how it is' has taken on a new meaning and now means 'don't understand a thing.' Because that seems to be what I'm doing. First I get Donna--who incidentally seems to evolve into something that can create black holes and possibly destroy the planet--and now this one.

[Teleporting into thin air beside him is a possibly-sleeping Abra, an egg held securely in his arms.]

What's going to hatch from it--no, no, no, don't tell me, I don't want an answer. Rather I don't want an answer yet. Where's the fun in that, getting answers the second you hear the question? 'Guess what I like and just so you know it's fish custard'? Boring. Where's the suspense to it?

But. Well. Wouldn't want to wait too long. "Guess what I like and you have ten years to think about it before I come back and get your answer?" By the time he's back and waiting for you to say 'fish custard', it won't even matter because it's been ten years and where was I going with this?

Oh yes. Eggs.

So how long will this one take to hatch? Estimates? Assumptions? Wild guesses?

[The video is seen at an awkward angle at first, before the Sandshrew holding it managed to straighten it out. Today the view is that of a thoughtful Doctor with his Abra sitting on his lap. He's not looking at the camera, instead looking out the nearest window.]

The tenth's gone. [His words were short and strangely clipped compared to the animated rambling he usually greeted Johto with.] Just as well. Things tend to turn out wrong when there's more than one Doctor in one place.

...Jenny as well. I was looking forward to seeing her again--it's been a long time. Too long.

[He paused, took a breath and sighed...then turned to greet the camera with a smile, seemingly back to his usual self.]

Shame, that. But these things happen, don't they? People come and go as they please; there's a good chance our timelines will intersect again sooner or later. That's the thing about time travel, you see all sorts. The universe is a big place, bigger than most can imagine, but I do tend to find the important people when I need them. Or when they need me. Usually the latter.

[Adric jumped off his trainer's lap as the Doctor stood up, floating at his side.]

Chrome? I think I should be moving on soon. Stayed in one place too long, not quite my thing.

Aaaaabra.

[The video is in the hands of Adric as usual, floating a few feet off the ground. The Doctor is quite disheveled, not that anyone can really see that where his head's under a pillow.]

Ralll... [That slightly whining voice comes from Donna the Ralts, sitting on the pile of blankets and pillows that is currently the Doctor. She tilts her head, apparently wondering why Adric is filming--]

[--and then there would be a sudden movement that ends with both Pokemon and trainer falling off the bed and out of sight with a thud.]

Ral-?!

[There was mostly silence for a minute or two, during which Donna pulls herself back up onto the bed with some effort; then a Doctor in apparent disarray pops up in full suit and bowtie, dusting himself off.]

Right, sorry about that. Took a bit of a nap, it seems--adventures to be had, worlds to be saved, things needing blowing up--what've I missed?

It's been quiet. Suspiciously so, even. Well, I say 'quiet', but of course it's not quiet. Quite lovely today, isn't it? Well either way, I do hope everyone liked the presents--assuming they arrived on time.

Also, I have a question.

[His Abra floated onscreen, an egg in his arms.]

Did someone lose an egg?

[The Doctor gave the Pokegear a puzzled expression--looking carefully, one might see the mistletoe caught in his hair that he of course didn't seem to notice.]

[Action for anyone in the Violet Pokemon Center; have at him, but you'll get a lot of wtf in return.]

[Normal people might be staying inside in this weather. In fact, it would be wise of them to do so.]

[The Doctor, however, is neither normal nor 'people', strictly speaking. So one might find him just outside Violet today, catching every single Pidgey he happens to see. And doing so with a huge grin on his face.]

[His Abra, looking about as annoyed as an Abra possibly can, pokes his head into the frame as if to ask what in Arceus's name is going on.]

Hello there.

[The Doctor is looking particularly smug today. But seeing as he is currently flanked by two massive Pokemon, that is not at all unjustified.]

Look what I found~ [He raised his hand, in it a peculiar device.]

So. Does anyone know just where my two new friends came from?

[He's gone from traveling through time and space to LITERALLY CONTROLLING IT.]

[Johto best watch its ass.]

[Some of you may be in Violet City this fine morning.]

[And many more of you may see a video feed of a certain ecstatic Doctor apparently quite high off the ground.]

[And while those watching the video will only hear the ridiculously loud sounds of some kind of rocks moving along the ground, those in Violet will clearly see the Doctor blasting into Violet on the head of a goddamn Onix.]

GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[And while the video (presumably held by his Abra) shows a grinning Doctor with a Sandshrew clinging for dear life to his shoulder, it's not until he's in Violet and on the ground that he addresses the camera itself.]

Chrome, I'm back. Did I miss anything?

You with the boring suit, Phoenix. Recovering?

And you, you know who you are, the tenth one. Where are you?

[The Pokegear clatters to the ground along with the rest of the Doctor's equipment--he runs forward a few steps, appearing onscreen at an odd angle given where the camera's lying. The background is dark and rocky--Union Cave, perhaps?]

No, nonono she can't have gotten away, the worst ones always get away, not this time--

[Out of breath from all that running (human bodies were so unreliable, what with one heart and all) the suit-wearing Doctor leaned on a rocky wall with an expression that, while hard to see in the darkness, was unmistakably Not Pleased. And when the Doctor is Not Pleased, things tend to get a bit messy.]

...She won't get away. Not from me, not for long. They always come back, and I always win in the end. The Master, the Daleks, the Cybermen, I can handle all that. One human won't be any trouble once I find her.

[There was an odd air of determination to the Doctor as he straightened up, dusted off his suit (which, incidentally, was covered in dust, dirt, and grass stains; he's not had an easy few days) and strode right over to his Pokegear to pick it up. He was smiling by this point--the smile of a man who enjoyed a challenge and was going to meet it with all he had. The Doctor's sentences were short, his voice calm and determined.]

Chrome. I'm coming back to Violet.

Phoenix, you had better still be recuperating. If I come back and find out you're dead, I'm going to be very cross indeed.

As for the rest of you--especially you, yes you Dahlia--I don't give up. Don't know how.

This isn't over.

Current Music: drama~

Hello there, Johto. How are you all doing?

[He wears a smile, calm and cheerful. But beneath that oh-so-thin layer of calm friendliness, there was a strange spark to his eyes, a smoldering flame ignited within by some unknown catalyst. Emotion invoked by something he could not, would not stand for.]

[This one Doctor--who had seen the death of civilizations and the end of the universe, witnessed the genocide of the Daleks and rewritten the decimation of the human race...this man whose true name existed only in the stars of the Medusa Cascade--was angry.]

I'm looking for a lovely young woman called Dahlia.

[And the fury of a Time Lord was not to be taken lightly.]

Video to Chrome added later:

Chrome, I'm sorry, but I have to go. There's something I need to take care of. If I manage it, I'll see you a bit further on down the road. If I don't...well, I'll deal with that when it happens.

This equipment they gave us is dead useful, isn't it?

[That's right, folks, he's been too busy to notice he had a less torn up set of clothes all along.]

Just look at what Adric dug up out of that bag! [One might notice the Doctor was in a brand new outfit--light brown suit, white gloves and shoes, pretty standard.] This is fantastic!

[And most notably, a red bowtie and short white cape.]

Not too sure about the cape, but a bowtie? Brilliant. I wear a bowtie now, definitely. Much better than the overcoat. Or the cricket outfit. Celery, what was I thinking...?

Told you so.

[The video comes from a rather low perspective--propped up against a pixelated tree.]

See that? [The Doctor points behind him, at a skeletal Kabutops stalking about.] That, odds are, is what's causing this mess. Not so scary, really. Though I don't know what's keeping it walking. Can't be Vashta Nerada, it's broad daylight.

Well. This is a thing that needs investigating. Can't very well investigate it when it's stalking about with those knives on its arms.

[With that, he lifts a rather large wrench onto his shoulder. Where'd he get a wrench? Better not to ask.]

Now I'm really not one for violence. But no sonic screwdriver, no TARDIS, and Adric's certainly being rubbish to help where he's all boxy. And this whatever-it-is isn't alive, it can't be. This is a thing that by all logic should not be walking around and yet there it is.

So if you'll excuse me.

[Wrench in hand, he followed the skeleton offscreen, chasing it down with a rather loud 'geronimo' folowed by the unmistakable sound of a wrench whacking the hell out of a skeleton.]

This isn't right. Not that background music for one's everyday life is a typical occurrence, mind you. But this, this music is Not Right. That's with capital letters, by the way, to underscore the not right-ness of the situation.

Now I don't think whatever's playing this background music would just suddenly switch to rather threatening tones without reason. So I have to think that perhaps something is coming.

Maybe several somethings. Maybe a flock, or a fleet, or a similarly alliterative name for a group of Somethings. That's with another capital, because I don't think this is just a something, this is a Something.

Which leaves the question, just what is this Something and how do we stop it? Questions. Plural.

Well, aren't we all lucky.

There's a Doctor in the house.