Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20170408210604/@comment-26977364-20170411033313

(I'd love to see Rick and Morty involved in this. *click* yes. And thanks for the catch-up, however brief.)

The Doctor opened his mouth, then closed it again. Then opened it once more, and repeated the last step. Was this what the universes boiled down to? A bunch of misfit patches of molecular bonds 'throwing down' when all hell is let lose by a mysterious force dragging the barriers of all creation down?

Oh, well. He couldn't expect less. He was not about to get involved in this petty little fight if it was the last thing he did, which it may well be if he didn't vacate the premises in time. The TARDIS was damaged, he didn't have a way out as of now, and slowly the omniversal soup that was being stirred was most likely about to explode or... something bad. That was the only thing the Doctor counted on happening now. He just hoped the ingredients in that soup wouldn't cause too much trouble before he took it apart.

Slowly disappearing behind the door and slamming it closed, the Doctor rushed back to the console, which was filled with dark smoke. The first thing he did was turn the air ventilation systems online which got rid of the foggy outcrop, then turned the dual-extrapolator shields on to protect the TARDIS from any unwanted visitors. Those shields could hold the pressure of a supernova fueled with Z-nutrino energy at bay, and it could do it again.

Now, down to business...