Of Freinds and Foes...

(9th Doctor, Jenny, Medwyn, Myra Smith, Sonya, Xeltia.)

7 hours ago:
The recording repeated again and again in Medwyn's mind...
Right in the middle of his speech he faded away - It did not look like some sort of transmat, teleport or cheap trick - His image became weaker and weaker and within a couple of seconds he apparently left without the slightest little trace.
After the professor's class reported this incident and the global security forces was not able to track him, it had been the responsibility of the time agency.
Medwyn had been personally assigned to that task, but yet appeared to have nothing further to find out by herself as well.
Looking at the ensign next to her she thoughtfully shook her head.
"I guess whatever did this to Professor Johnson left no trace at all. No transmat-signatures, no quantum-shift... It's like his kidnapper knew exactly what to to..."
"You believe he was kidnapped?" The Ensign asked rising an eyebrow.
"Well... He's the third outstanding genius within 36 hours... Of course I think, so!"

4 hours ago:
Johnson woke up lying on the floor.
A cold breeze gently touched his cheek. Where the hell was he?!
Standing up he stretched his back and took a look around.
"SHAME ON YOU... Must have been a hell of a party..." Me mumbled cynical, walking around to get a first impression of where he ended up.
Simple nature - There appeared to be no city within visual range.
To be honest, he was not even able to identify the planet...
Suddenly a tiny noise caught his attention. Something was moving towards him.
"John?! is this you?" He shouted, walking towards the source of the noise.
"This is not funny, man! I must have been drunk as hell, where am I?!..."
Sudenly he saw something that - for reasons he was not even able to tell - appeared to scare the living daylight out of him.
...This had been the last time Peter Johnson saw something at all...

1 hour ago
Medwyn returned home from her duty.
She really did not like her actual mission. Mostly because she had no idea of how to help at all.
She removed her Vortex Manipulator and took a seat in the small dark living room of hers.
The Doctor had told her, that she would not even need it anymore...
Now that she knew she was a TARDIS many of the ways she saw her environment had changed...
...But the only thing that Medwyn still was not able to change was her low self confidence.
She would never be able to travel without it... She also would never be able to alternate her appearance or establish telepathic connection...
She may have been smart, but she never had been tough enough to trust in herself....

Now:
As Medwyn opened her eyes she unbelieving stared at what she saw.
That was not her flat. That was not even the same planet! And she could have sworn that this was not even the 52nd century!
Instinctively grabbing for her Vortex Manipulator Medwyn released a sigh.
She had taken it off in her flat...
Then, something different caught her attention.
She sensed others. Other Time Lords, and at least one other TARDIS very close... Either someone else was coming, or she even yet was not alone...

Two Hours Ago

Xeltia sighed, plopping down into her couch, tired. "If I knew that making paradoxes would be this tiring, I would've never signed up..." She mumbled to herself, her eyes drooping. She was about to fall asleep, until she heard a crash in her kitchen. Xeltia jumped up, running to her kitchen. She froze in the middle of the doorway, remembering something. She quickly running up the stairs of her flat and into her bedroom, grabbing her Vortex Manipulator. "Just in case..." She muttered to herself, jumping downstairs. She ran into her kitchen, looking around, only to see...

Nothing.

Xeltia pouted, crossing her arms. "Man, I thought this was-" She started, only to fall asleep, falling face down on her floor.

Now

Xeltia regained consciousness, only to find out that her mouth was full of dirt. "Ugh!" She cried out, sitting up and spitting out the dirt, a disgusted look on her face. "Just what I need. A mouthful of dirt." She said, standing up. She started stretching, freezing when she saw her surroundings.

"I don't think I'm in London anymore..."

(I'm just gonna say I woke up there lol)

Sonya jerked upright with a sharp gasp of air, her eyes darting around where she sat as a confusing amount of information met with them. Not the motel room, her bag was gone, odd scents in the air and most of all, silence. Absolute silence met her ears, it was as if someone had taken cotton and shoved them into her ears to block any sound from reaching them. Shaking her head sharply, she got to her feet and spun around in a circle, for the love of Rassilon! She groaned, looking down at her toes as they wiggled against the ground. I don't even have any shoes on! Growling softly to herself, Sonya began to stride in a random direction she had been pulled in. Something sensed her, and she wanted to know exactly who or what it was. At the very least, perhaps it was someone else that woke up here and they could find a way to get back to their homes.

(OOC:
Where are the other ones who wanted to participate? XD
I'm sorta hesitant to continue without them ^^)

(Same here! Well, we should wait for a while longer, and if they don't reply, I guess we could continue.)

(Yepp, that came to my mind too - I'd suggest we wait for 3-4 days and if no other jumps in, we'll continue alone ^^)

(Thats what I usually do anyway)