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If you could be any you, who would you be? [OPEN]

Who: EVERYBODY!
Where: TV Wonderland
When: June 29th - July 1st
Rating: anything from Teletubbies to Game of Thrones
Summary:
As announced this will be a catch-all post for shorter scenes, commercials, or things you simply don't want to make an entry for.

If you want to involve your character in anything and everything, leave a blank comment with them and see what others drag them into! Other characters will respond and set a random scene for the two (or three or seven) of you.

If you only have one particular thing in mind then set it up in a comment and wait for replies of anybody who wants to play along with the idea and stumble into that scene in their next response (or mark the thread CLOSED if you already have participants in mind)!

The Story:
Over the course of the event, everyone will be forced to act out various stereotypical roles and common tropes. The setting immediately around them will change randomly into settings from cliche popular media, complete with mediocre side-character NPCs who will never break character. It will become clear very quickly that they are expected to act out a particular role in the scene. They might be expected to be a tough cop, or a handsome sexy doctor, or someone’s evil twin come back from the dead, or any number of terrible tropes – and these tropes do not necessarily have anything to do with who the character is or what they do for a living. They could be the most innocent person and suddenly find themselves forced into the role of a hardened criminal.

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"...remember that disreputable guide I mentioned when I told you about my first adventure?"

Evelyn glances over the little yellow slip of paper, a half-smile of her own worming its way onto her face.

"My tactless brother lifted the puzzle box off of him in a seedy bar. We later found Rick wallowing in the Cairo Prison for brawling. He was very..."

Uncultured. Rude. Filthy. A complete scoundrel.

"...well, initially, he lacked a great deal of charm, but he made up for it."

So that's how it is, then. Martha can relate, seeing how she was more or less swept off her feet by an alien -- a very human-looking alien, but an alien all the same. A ruins guide with a penchant for brawling doesn't seem so bad in comparison.

Which is probably why Evelyn's married while Martha's broken off an engagement, but those are just details, aren't they?

"I suppose he must have," she replies, clearly pleased to hear it. Sometimes the most unexpected people end up becoming close to you, and that appears to be what happened to Evelyn. If they've been married for some time now, then it looks like he was the real thing, so to speak.

A voice breaks in from the other side of the room. "You two plan to keep tittering on like that, or are you gonna get some bloody work done?"

Martha straightens, glaring in the general direction of the voice before she gathers up the file into her arms and shrugs at Evelyn. "Well, you heard him."

Evelyn doesn't entirely know how they became so enamoured with each other, but she doesn't like to question it. They get along splendidly and that's all there is to it. Not everyone can have such a happy married life.

Evelyn frowns and is suddenly reminded of the distance between them and their supposed 'target.' She gives Martha a wary look.

"...you can drive an automobile, can't you?"

Because she's almost a century behind.

The question takes Martha by surprise, but her brain catches up with her and she remembers that not that many people knew how to operate a car in Evelyn's time. Martha smiles and nods, not saying anything more about it than that. It's always quaint when two time periods clash in that way, but she doesn't want to make Evelyn feel bad for not knowing.

She digs her hand into the pocket of her uniform jacket and finds a pair of keys there. How convenient.

"Let's find our way out of this place. I imagine there's a car park in the back." With a nod to their so-called coworkers, Martha takes off down the halls, navigating their way to the exit, which spits them out onto a busy city street.

Martha can only imagine that Evelyn wasn't used to this level of hustle and bustle, and so she glances back at her. "Stay close to me, yeah?"

Oh, Evelyn can drive. Not well, but she can drive. It's certainly more than can be said for some people -- she just prefers to be chauffeured around, and Rick likes automobiles almost as much as her brother, so she never has to worry if she wants to go anywhere.

That, and she doesn't want to begin thinking about how different vehicles are in this time, because they're already dashedly difficult in her own.

"Roger that," she chimes, trailing along after Martha, grateful she has someone who can navigate this madness with relative ease. "D'you think we'll have to arrest this fellow? I do hope things don't turn violent."

Said with such a prim tone of voice that she sounds like a schoolmarm.

The car park's bound to be around the back of the building, and so Martha heads off in search of it, relieved that Evelyn isn't bothered by having to take up the rear. The fact is that Martha's far more familiar with this setting, and so it's simple logic that she leads the way.

Although that remark is something that Martha can't help laughing at. She tries to make it brief, though. "Sorry, I... it's just. This is based off of a telly program. About two coppers teaming up and solving crimes and such. We'll definitely have to arrest him, and it's probably going to turn violent too."

She doesn't know if it's the best idea to be so blunt, but she also wants Evelyn to be as prepared for this as possible. Even if it's all make-believe, it might still get a bit stressful.

They reach the car park and Martha grabs for the set of keys, sorting through it. Now they just need to work out which car is the right one.

"Telly, as in...television?" she hazards a guess with some trepidation, not wanting to assume anything when it comes to newfangled terms and slang. 'Coppers' is obviously, if a little silly.

Regarding their jaunt into the ghetto, well, Evelyn isn't entirely a fan of it, but when things turn sour...

...let's just say that she's shot at evil people, but they were far away. It was to cover her husband. It wasn't to harm anyone, just keep them back. Going into a mission like this, half-cocked? Not entirely her style.

"As for violence, I've seen a fair bit."

Martha nods to the first question. Right, even if Evelyn is from England the same as she is, Martha's got to remember that she wouldn't be all that familiar with certain slang.

Maybe it might be a good idea to see if she can get a hold of some DVDs so that she can show Evelyn what these programs are like. If she's interested, anyway. It's something they can discuss once this is all over and done with.

Martha presses the button on the automatic key and a car beeps in response. "Well, that was easy," she says with a sigh of relief as she walks over to the car in question, circling around to open up the passenger door for Evelyn.

"And I would imagine you have, considering what you've been through. Still, let's hope this goes as smoothly as it can."

She gives a little start when the car beeps, surprised that it was emitting a sound different from the ones she's familiar with. Evelyn composes herself and nods as Martha opens the door, slipping into the vehicle.

"...oohh, automobiles have certainly gotten ridiculous," she mumbles, folding her hands in her lap primly and flinching as the door shuts behind her.

"And as long as we don't have to kill anyone!" Evelyn shouts through the window as Martha comes back around, taking the driver's side. Given the moment to mull over the new technology, Evelyn decides that it has far too many superfluous knobs and dials, all of them begging to be pushed or turned, something her brother would indulge in were he here.

"...have you ever had to kill someone before?"

Ridiculous is probably a good word for it, but honestly, there are a lot of modern updates to cars that Martha would rather not be without. The aircon and radio are both must-haves, as far as she's concerned, and now she can show Evelyn the light when it comes to that.

It's not as if Martha has any intention to kill anyone, but she wonders if this event is going to force her hand. She's hoping not, but it isn't as if that would be outside of Wonderland's scope.

As she settles into the driver's seat, Martha considers Evelyn's question. Almost immediately, she wants to answer "no," but she quickly realizes that's not actually the case...

"Well, sort of." She puts the key into the ignition, but doesn't actually start the car up just yet. She'd rather explain herself in regards to this subject while they're still parked. "Remember how I told you I went back in time to 1930's New York? While I was there, the Doctor and I encountered these... well, they'd once been human, but they'd been mutated into these pig men." Which sounds completely mad, she knows that, but she's being completely truthful.

"After being altered, their minds were gone. They were essentially nothing more than mindless minions, but stakes were high and we were being attacked by them, and so I..." Martha trails off. A lot of people might not even count that, but she certainly does, and she isn't about to forget it.

In Evelyn's not-so-humble opinion, that still sounds like a bit of killing, even if it's in self-defence. She can't condemn it, but she can condone homicide, either. Rick has more experience in the matter, more assuredness, the ability to decide in a split-second if the man in front of him is threat enough to pull the trigger and rid the world of his ilk.

Then again, she's never really considered how many innocents her husband has probably killed as well. People just doing their job. Fighting on the wrong side in the heat of battle, trapped in a war and drafted into the military.

God, she hopes her son never has to see the draft.

"You did what you had to do," Evelyn insists firmly, sitting with her hands in her lap, not quite realising that she's supposed to buckle herself in properly (what are automobile safety standards in 1935, anyways?).

"That's all there is to it."

After being asked, Martha's fully prepared for some kind of judgment, but that's not what Evelyn offers up at all. She's already been told by others not to beat herself up overly much about it, but she's never going to forget it. She'd ended something's life, after all.

She glances over at Evelyn and smiles ruefully, nodding her head. "I suppose so, yeah." It's years past at this point, so she really shouldn't be dwelling, but when asked a question like that, she can hardly help herself. "Thank you."

She turns the keys in the ignition and the car rumbles to life, at which point Martha pulls on her own seatbelt. "Make sure you buckle up, yeah?" She demonstrates for Evelyn, remembering that they likely don't have them in her time.

Opening up the file they've brought along with them, Martha studies the map before nodding and then putting the car into reverse, backing it up until she can turn herself around and speed out of the car park. "Would you mind being my navigator?"

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No thanks necessary. Evelyn understands because in return, Martha has forgiven her for nearly destroying the world. Tit for tat, and all that. She knows what it's like.

"Buckle u- Oh!"

She fumbles for a moment with the strap before securing it across herself in snapping it into place, feeling much more restricted and wondering if it's altogether essential to the driving experience. Imagining that modern automobiles reach greater speeds, she might as well count the strap as a blessing.

"Not at all, let me...see..."

Taking the folder, Evelyn chews her lip and frowns over the diagrams and maps for a moment before waving her hand arbitrarily at the windshield.

"Erm. We need to...follow the main street, ah...it's Sampson Street...for about four blocks. Take a left onto Westminster."

All things considered, Evelyn's taking to this rather well. The updated setting, the strange car, the seatbelt, and the map that's probably far different from the ones she's used to seeing.

Even if this is all make-believe, it still gives Martha an idea of how adaptable Evelyn is. Wonderland must have something to do with that, as it more or less teaches everyone how to accept any surprises thrown their way.

Martha nods and starts driving as Evelyn's instructed her, keeping an eye out on the streets, though she doesn't see much out of the ordinary.

"... This is surreal, isn't it," she says after a stretch of silence. "I don't think I'll ever be able to predict what Wonderland comes up with next."

Wonderland has done a bang-up job of making Evelyn the sort of person who has to deal with unfamiliar things and changing circumstances. If someone from the future says that the wheeled unit is a car, it's a car. There's no sense fighting about it when Evelyn has no point of reference to compare.

"Surreal sounds about right," Evie prods at her sheet of paper. "But predicting things is too much trouble - for us, I mean. There's absolutely no telling what a sentient house will do to you if you start poking around."

...by no means does Evelyn not 'poke around,' though - she's far too curious an individual for that.

"The only thing I can really dislike about this place is what it does to people."

Even if they are given warnings about the events before they come, usually the message is far too muddled to actually sort it out. Even when Martha thinks she knows what's coming, it turns out to be something completely different.

She makes the turns as Evelyn instructed her, and it seems like it won't be a long drive after all. That makes sense, though -- in telly programs, the car trip is always rather short unless there's some meaningful conversation taking place during it.

What Evelyn says gives Martha pause, though. "Other than that, you don't mind it here? Is that what you mean?" It's something Martha has to evaluate for herself because she dislikes Wonderland on principle for the fact that it takes people away from their home and holds them prisoner.

If it needs them for something, wouldn't it make more sense to ask? But if it truly is the building itself that's responsible, then it may have no way to ask.

"...it's hard to say," Evie admits, grimacing at her. She'd be loathe to say she enjoyed her time here, but things could be infinitely worse. It's also nice knowing that the disasters back home have been conveniently put on-hold. Alex is safe, more or less, as is Rick.

"I used to mind it less, but now I've a great deal more to lose if I leave."

She leaves it at that, not exactly keen on sharing much when they're supposed to be 'on a mission.'

Martha suspects it'd be difficult to say for most people here. It's the paradox of being imprisoned and away from home, but with friends, some who wouldn't even be accessible back home. At least, that's her situation. Martha doesn't know how it is for Evelyn.

But it's difficult for her to just leave it at that, even when keeping the mission in mind. She glances over at the map to make sure she doesn't miss her turn, but then looks at Evelyn directly.

"How so? Because of the people you've met here?" It's not as if none of this matters, so Martha can understand that. But this is just some detour in their lives, and she doesn't think it can last forever.

"Not...not exactly," Evie admits reluctantly, giving her a sidelong glance. It's easy to wave it all off as yes, I'd be sad to leave people here, but in reality she wouldn't. She wouldn't even remember them, let alone miss them. Hard to lie about that.

"...back home, it- I was in a very stressful, difficult situation. Unsure if it was something I or my family would even survive. Lives in danger, it- it was a total bloody disaster."

So it's the opposite problem, then. There are a few people here who have lives they don't want to get back to, and Wonderland offers them a moment to breathe. Martha knows how bad things can get, because she's been there herself, so she can understand how Wonderland would be a step up from certain situations.

But she can hardly ignore this now that Evelyn's brought it up. She'd been very open with her when they spoke the first time, so she doesn't think there's any harm in asking. "Another horde of undead unleashed from a tomb? What happened?" She takes the turn and they stop in front of a run-down apartment building. She stops right in front of it and then puts the car into park.

"Something very much like that, actually," Evelyn replies frankly, unbuckling her seatbelt and fiddling with the car door for a moment before figuring out how to open it. Stepping out, she's frightfully happy to be out of the metal deathtrap. Jonathan insists that they're the way of the future - apparently they are, damn him -but Evie can't say she's thrilled about the idea.

"Do you remember that mummy I told you about?"

She doesn't wait for an affirmation.

"Someone's discovered out a way to bring him back, so...he's here. Wreaking havoc. He-" she pauses, taking a deep breath. "He kidnapped my son."

That comment had been meant as something of a joke, so the fact that Martha's actually right on the money with it is a bit harrowing to realize. That sort of thing should only happen to a person once, if it happens at all, but she realizes that's hardly a realistic thought. How many times has the Doctor had to fight off the Daleks?

Of course, Evelyn's son being a part of the mix makes it far, far more personal, and Martha has to hold back a gasp. There seem to be a number of mothers here, though Martha hadn't realized that Evelyn was one of them. Then again, is it that surprising? Seeing how she's a married woman and all.

"Did you get him back? Or... were you in the middle of all that?" If Evelyn's son wasn't safe, Martha can only imagine she'd be chomping at the bit to get back to it and see to it that he's safe, but she also isn't going to make any assumptions.

She locks the car and drops the keys into her jacket pocket, waiting for Evelyn's response before she goes anywhere.

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