Welcome to the Program

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[Each Champion is awoken by an alarm ringing from a machine attached to their non-dominant arm. Whatever they were doing, whatever state they were in, they're in a bed now, in good health. And maybe a bit different since the last time they looked in a mirror.

There's a text note on the device attached to their arms.]

Good morning, Champions. In the interest of maintaining healthy sleep patterns, a day/night cycle is in effect. Your presence is expected in the food court in exactly one hour.

[Your surroundings look like your normal everyday space mall. But if you look at the functions of the device on your arm, there's Not-so-familiar profiles, some rules, and a mini-map that'll show you the layout of the mall.

You are free to explore at your leisure...For an hour, at least.]

Comments

[a10tionplz]

Yeah, hello. Few questions here.

[In the intervening time between waking up and the signal to assemble, the Doctor has managed to put together... well, calling it an suit might be a bit generous, but he's got some clothes on over his unitard by now. He gives a small wave.]

Xander. Alex. Can I call you Alex? Lexie. Good trick getting us here, first of all, that really is pretty impressive considering where I was. Really terribly unoriginal setup though, the rules I mean. The mall's a nice touch, but really, the deadly game thing's been done before. BUT, anyway, I had someone with me. Young woman, Rose Tyler. Mind telling me where she's got to. Somewhere safe, if you know what's good for you.

...Ooh, guess that's a bit less of a question, more of a threat.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Holy shit, someone who talks more than I do.

[a10tionplz]

Oh, do I? Guess I do.

[He considers this for a moment.]

That a good thing or a bad thing, you think? It's Alpha, isn't it?

[motherfucking_ghost]

No. [boy that was quick] It's not, actually.

And it really depends on who you ask. Heh, I mean, if all you spout is dumb shit, then that'd be bad, but if you're smart, then--I mean then I guess you're just covering what it is you're trying to say in more words?

Is there a good thing to talking a lot? Shit. Maybe there isn't. Except as a distraction.

Oh my god are you distracting us?

[a10tionplz]

Oh, me? I'm the Doctor, I'm brilliant.

[That never changes, right? Probably.]

And what? No, no- no. No. ...Maybe. A bit. Not intentionally.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...I mean you're doing a really good job of it for it not being intentional. I think.

[a10tionplz]

Ah, well. Good, I guess. Then when I need to do it intentionally I should be even better.

[cyan_maid]

Jiminey Crickets, what the heck is that outfit...

[daughterofthemark]

It is... most distinctive...

[tokencanadian]

Do you think he found it around here? It's... definitely something.

[a10tionplz]

[ it's called #fashion jane, look it up]

Sorry-?

[Someone say something?]

...I've not got a stain somewhere already, do I?

[cyan_maid]

[You and Ardyn are a goddamn fashion house on fire]

...No, sir, I think you're okay on that front...

[a10tionplz]

[This is clearly why they're rooming together.]

Okay, good, good. Still breaking everything in.

[cyan_maid]

Uh...good to hear?

[a10tionplz]

Better than the alternative, believe me.

[Extermination or death by time poisoning, take your pick.]

I'm the Doctor by the way, hello. It's Jane, isn't it? Flipped through the profiles a bit on the way here.

[refusedtoleave]

[Nevermind the scared middle aged lady, whose been distracted from being scared cause what is this person.]

[a10tionplz]

[Yes, good, he would pretend that was totally his goal dressing this way if he saw anything wrong about it to begin with.]

[refusedtoleave]

Um...

[She has seen many girls lacking pants over the last few days. But it's the santa suit that gets her.]

... You talk a lot...

[a10tionplz]

Yeah, yeah, guess I do. Is that a bad thing, you think?

[How would you rate this regeneration on a scale of one to ten, ten being the only answer he'll actually accept.]

Hello by the way, I'm the Doctor.

[refusedtoleave]

It reminds me of the few conversations I'd had with my nine-year-old niece.

[She'd prefer the last one if she knew who he was!]

[kingshaming]

[Xander looks... A little overwhelmed by all that]

The only information I currently have is on the people here right now. I would assume she is where you last saw her.

[a10tionplz]

Ah, well. That could be a bit of a problem then, middle of a flight through the time vortex. With no pilot.

[His tone is still cheerful, but there's a bit of an edge beneath it now.]

Information on us though, how complete is that. Names and ages and some basic profiling, sure, but how much have they actually told you about us?

[kingshaming]

What is needed for me to do my job.

[a10tionplz]

Ah, well then. Let me rephrase. Did they tell you what exactly happened to the last people who tried putting me through something like this, hm? As much as the Daleks could've been called people.

[kingshaming]

No, nor do I care.