From: SWF

To: TSOD

Theme: The Game Start

The players are prepared for the games according to the lists. However, the expectations are not approved. The time factor wasn't taken in full measure, this is why there are already several small groups. But they mostly consist of those who are at the bottom of the list.

Enclosed: List of players

List of players

Rose Tyler !
Sarah Jane Smith
Clara Oswald
Donna Noble
Jack Harkness !
Martha Jones !
Amy Pond
River Song !
Jamie McCrimmon !
Susan Foreman
Grace Holloway
Romana
Leela
Brigadier
Rory Williams !
Mickey Smith
Ace McShane
Jo Grant
Mel Bush
Zoe Heriot
Victoria Waterfield ?
Barbara Wright
Ian Chesterton
Nyssa ?
Vislor Turlough ?
Polly Wright
Peri Brown
Ben Jackson ?
Dodo Chaplet
Steven Taylor
Adric ?
Vicki

From: TSOD

To: SWF

Theme: Intruder

There is an intruder. Someone used the similarity and got in. Keep an eye out for aliens.

From: SWF

To: TSOD

Theme: Can be used

This can be used as an advantage. Not only Earthlings have feelings towards close ones. Keep him in the game until it gets unnecessary. Then let him know the real conditions.

Mickey Smith knitted his eyebrows together in concern. He had woken up in... well, this place was a fusion of up-to-date laboratory, computer study and medieval castle: high ceiling, smell of moisture and even moss in the cracks on the stone walls together with wires entangling them and technical devices on huge polished rocks along the walls. Like on some works of especially extravagant (or simply talentless) modern art. Hacking the computer (the only thing that seemed to be from his time) had occurred to be the most sensible thing of all, so he did it. It appeared to be easy. Too easy. Very easy...

Unlike the questions which emerged in Mickey's head after reading those short notes. Some of the names were familiar to him. Rose? Obviously. Martha? No questions. Donna? Yeeeeesssss... Sarah Jane? No doubt. Jack? Oh goodness... But the rest stayed shady for him, no talking about those question and exclamatory marks opposite to several names. And what about these "sides"? SWF, TSOD. Stone Wildlife Fund? Total Sureness Of Destiny? Mickey shook his head to get this out of his head.

Hold on a second. Medieval castles are not usually supported with electricity. Why did this computer work? No sockets, no plugs, nothing. Unlike the rest of the devices, it didn't even had wires, but still worked. And, no matter that Mickey wanted to enter other sites - it did not work. Only several pages opened, and breaking the password on the e-mail one had worked.

And one more. It was clear about "not only Earthlings" (it would be odd if there wasn't at least one non-Earthling here), but what about the "intruder"? Someone who used the similarity and got in... Similarity, similarity... outside similarity, name similarity... There could be lookalikes here. Or one lookalike. Male. "Let him know the real conditions". What real conditions?..

"Deja vu much?"

"Don't even ask me".

Peri Brown and Vislor Turlough were sitting on a rock in the middle of a deep bay. They were to swim about half a mile till the bank, but they had woken up under the water without any ways to breathe, so they had had to act quickly. Eventually, Turlough had pulled Peri upwards. Just as at the first time.

But there had been something else. Turlough remembered that he had seen... he would've sworn it was some kind of octopus or anything, but it had been gone as soon as there had been a thought about "saving Peri Brown" in his head. How could that EVER be forgotten?.. Earthlings!

Peri was still coughing the salty water out of her respiratory system (not bypass, it would've come in handy), while Turlough was watching the beach towards them, attempting to catch any movement there. If there were savages in that jungle darkening farther... No, it's better not to think what was going to take place. Nobody knows it. Let's see. The tree leaves are green, but they are not of any shape that can be found on Earth. The water... Turlough attentively touched his lips and teeth with his tongue. Salty. Very salty - there were little salt crystals stuck to both youngsters' bodies and clothes (both were dressed in tees and shorts, no shoes on - bad luck). A second-rated Earth fake, if so.

Bang-phoo! Splash!

The girl and the lad didn't know who of them was the first to cling to the other.

"Someone's shooting there", Peri whispered, pointing at the shore.

"I know it without you", Turlough snapped. "Let's get away from here. Sticking here like two Tiki totems would not be wise".

"What are you suggesting?"

"I doubt that shooting us from such distance would be possible... but we still need to get to the shore. Hope you're not afraid of depth. Can you keep you eyes opened underwater?"

"I think I'll be able to".

"Fine..."

The two slid into the water, having made the smallest splash possible, and began their way under the water, swimming up behind huge rocks to catch their breath. It was the only way if they didn't want to be shot - as it occurred to them.