-Fergus shrugs-
Kicking up a fuss won't help anything.
Everyone link arms. This is a bit dodgy with this many people.
-Even with his eyes shut, Ezra actually manages to dodge-
-She shuts the door behind them-
They're all over the place. They're leaving the residents alone, but they say they're looking for anyone new to the building. Time travellers. He said to keep an eye out for you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Ezra takes the hit, stumbling backwards-
-He regains his focus and puts up his guard-
I'm quite familiar with the Doctor. Stay quiet. I'll go get him.
-Doc takes out his timey-wimey detector-
Hrm...
-Once everyone is linked up, Jack presses a button on his manipulator and they vanish-
-And appear on a disarmingly identical rooftop-
-It is now night time-
edited 1st Feb '14 6:40:11 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No. We're in 1995. Six years into the future. You guys need to put more trust into me. I'm pretty good at this whole time travel thing.
-She heads into a bedroom-
The one with the red hair is here. The girl, not the one with wings.
Fantastic!
Not so loud!
The signal is bouncing around everywhere. Without an undisrupted linear flow of time, there's no beginning or end to it.
-Ezra charges, going for a slide kick at the last moment-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Guess they must not have had much more to add on then.
-Ponders for a moment-
("...NO, NO THEY LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE PRETTY MUCH DONE. NABBING THOSE FLOOR PLANS SHOULDN'T HAVE MADE A DIFFERENCE.")
Anyway, is the same day we left off on while we're at it?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-The foot lands on his leg-
-There's a nasty crack as Past!Ezra's knee-joint comes apart-
MOTHERFUCKER!
-Ezra lands on his leg-
-There's a nasty crack as Future!Ezra's poorly healed knee-joint comes apart-
MOTHERFUCKER!
Nah, it's March. Same day we showed up here, just at night.
Lynne!
-Doc is there on the bed with a bandaged shoulder-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

It was what I was planning on anyway.
-straightens his tie slightly, just to try and put his mind off of the stress-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post