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To say that Rio liked to make things easy for other people would not only be the overstatement of the millennium, but it would be a blatant lie. In many ways, this difficulty gene ran rampant through the Keâts family – particularly the males (and a spunky botanist). Rio had a lengthy record of making life difficult – from the murders, to the overthrown governments, to the smuggled humans and drugs, and to his rather lovely game of cat and mouse with the people who would sooner see him rot than admit that he did things for a good cause.
And this was why, after catching wind that his granddaughter was dating a librarian – a librarian! – Rio had made his way to the library, cursing and raving in rampant French and causing a general scene. Was he actually mad? No. He’d long since come to terms with being a grandfather, what was ‘great-‘ going to do in front of it? He did question the man’s job. Who in their right mind would want to be a librarian? With actual books? Rio tutted internally, still ranting in an aggravated voice to the hapless people at the front desk who did not speak French.
Despite the fact he was actually edging into his early sixties, Rio’s Karlaithyan gene had slowed down his aging process, making him look like he was in his mid-thirties. It had caused him to be quite baffled at first, mostly because he had assumed he was fully human, but the shock had worn down rather quickly. He huffed at the imbeciles at the front desk.
« Et qui a préparé mon petit déjeuner?! Le pain était détrempée! Il s'agit d'un diner scandaleux. Qui est ma petite-fille sortait avec, salauds! »
All right, so much of it was utter nonsense, but he spoke it angrily and pointedly, and they didn’t even seem to realize that he was just having them on. His lips were curled in an impish grin and his green eyes, although masked with anger, were shining with genuine Keâts mischief.
John was putting books away in the aisles close to the front desk. Today was the first day that Rowan had decided not to come to work with him sense they had started dating. It’s not that he didn't love having Rowan around with him at work, its just that she had a tendency to…. Break stuff. And usually he was the one who had to clean it up. Like that time she had knocked over half the books shelves, and broken one of the windows. That incident was taken out of John’s pay check.
He happily put the books on the rightful places on the shelves. Relishing in the peace and quiet for once, when he heard angry shouting coming from the front desk. It sounded like…. French? John slowly poked his head around the book shelf to peer at the man rambling angrily at the other workers who didn't even know what he was talking about. John stepped out from behind the book shelf, bravely walking towards the raving French man. Once he was close enough to see his face, John understood what was going on. For one thing the man had a eerily similar grin that Rowan had when she was creating mischief… But he still wasn't sure if this man was part of Ro’s family, so he just handled it like he would any other situation.
“Excuse me, you wouldn't by chance be related to a short Dulcian with a knack for creating mischief would you?” Okay so maybe he wasn't going to suppress his curiosity. He thought that it would be better to be straight forward anyway.
Rio glanced to the man that was approaching him. He was the stereotypical librarian, Rio thought. Big ears and wide eyes and very… well, bookish looking. He stopped ranting in French and turned to him, a grin still present on his lips. The other librarians continued to stare at him until they decided that the show was over and went back to their work as Rio engaged the lanky librarian. He put his hands behind his back and began to circle him curiously, pausing as the librarian described Rowan. He beamed and ruffled the man’s hair.
“I shall be borrowing your… book-er!” he declared to the people behind the counter, grasping John’s shoulder and pushing him out of the library. “Sorry,” he said to him once he was outside. “I don’t like being inside.” Rio looked him over again. “And by the way, yes, I am. I look just like her papa, don’t I?” he asked, gesturing to himself. A hint of suspicion settled on his face and he poked him in the chest. “You have met her papa, oui? I’m her pepe.” He paused, realizing that the boy might not speak French. “Her… grandfather.”
He glanced around to make sure that no one else was listening. “I’m Rio Keâts,” he said. “Do you like chocolate? There has to be chocolate around here somewhere,” he said. “She gets her mischievous side from my side of the family. The Karlaithyans.” He didn’t know anything about Karlaithya, but he reason that he created trouble, and his papa had once told him that his mother was impish. “She definitely didn’t get it from the Dulcians. Her mother was so small, I could fit her in my pocket.”
John looked back at the baffled librarians as he was led out of the library. He decided that he didn’t need to finish his shift anyway. He stood in front of the library, in front of Rio. “Its okay, I was getting bored anyway.” He smiled, a sign that he wasn’t as boring as people think. Or well… as boring as Rowan thought. His smile slowly turned to a frown when he asked if he had met Rowans father yet. He hadn’t had time to actually… he was either too busy with work, off learning about the great Gallifreyans with Mentor, or Rowan was too busy doing what ever she does.
He ran a hand through his hair. “ I haven’t met him yet actually..” He shuffled a little nervously, he hadn’t actually expected her grandfather to come looking for him, or he would of made Ro take him to her father. He looked around, he didn’t know where there would be chocolate… “I like chocolate.. I don’t know where there would be any though.” He listened to the rest of what Rio had to say before talking again.“ That makes more sense, Rowan never talks about her mother though. Just that she died when she was young.” He tried asking her more question, but whenever he did she changed the topic. Quickly
Rio tutted, shaking his head. “You haven’t even met her papa,” he said. “That’s okay. Her pepe was always the more interesting one of the family.” He smirked and bounced down the steps, following his nose. If there were chocolate in this city, Rio Keâts would be the one to find them. “And good. You wouldn’t be able to be part of the family if you didn’t like chocolate. But we aren’t sharing our chocolate. We don’t share chocolate. Ever,” Rio informed John, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“They didn’t get along,” Rio shrugged. He hadn’t talked much about it – his wife and son had always been the ones trying to counsel the mother and daughter. He had just been on the periphery, happily keeping out of the drama. “What about your family? She talks a lot about you, but never about you. Except that you’re sort of boring and work at a library she’s not allowed in.”
John smiled, following Rio down the steps. He put his hands up in understanding, when Rio made it clear that they didn't share chocolate. Rowan wasn't kidding when she said her family liked chocolate... "Got it. Don't share chocolate."
He puffed out his chest when Rio said he was boring. He wasn't boring! Just.. not as exciting as the average Gallifreyan. "I'm not boring, I do plenty of none boring things." Okay that wasn't true, but gosh darnet he was going to make someone think he was exciting if it killed him!
"Oh uh, thats because I don't really have a family." He always thought this to be an awkward topic. Sure he had a family. But not a family. "My family was killed a while ago. Now I only have my dad." And he didn't really have him. He wasn't the stay in one place kind of guy, and John was. So they didn't see a lot of each other. It didn't bother John anyway, why should it?
Rio looked a little skeptical of John’s claim that he did ‘plenty’ of not-boring things. “Okay,” he said plainly, his tone obviously expressing his disbelief. “Don’t worry, we can do something not boring today. How about we…” he tapped his lips thoughtfully, looking around them. “We can bring down the government! Steal all of the chocolate in London! Vive la révolution!” he cheered.
“You don’t have a family?” Rio asked, sounding scandalized. “Oh, well, that’s okay. My mama died when I was born, and my papa died when I was pretty young, and I didn’t have any siblings or other family. So I didn’t have a family, either. But now I do. Don’t worry, you can borrow our family. It’s big enough.”
He smirked lightly at Rio's suggestions. He could definitely see where Rowan got her mischief from. In fact, Rowan actually tried bringing down the government once... The only thing that separated her from Rio, was her hatred of chocolate. "You must really like chocolate.." He felt like he was pointing out the obvious, but this John we're talking about, when does he not?
John smiled at Rio. He was really starting to like him. "Thanks." Rowan had told him how big her family was, but she never talked about them. In fact, the only person she really talked about was her brother Tristain. He wondered why... "So, we were planning on over throwing the government?" He bounced on his feet a little, and held his hands behind his back. He had a feeling this would be an interesting day..
Ah, yes. Overthrowing the government. Rio grinned and nodded, jogging down the street. He should have probably been a little more careful as he was still wanted by the police – well, more than just the police, really. He was wanted by the International Criminal Court system for his ‘crimes against humanity’. Yeesh, you kill a few hundred people, get caught ‘human trafficking’, and commit treason a few times and suddenly you’re the scum of the Earth.
“Yes! Where should we begin taking over the government?” he asked, scampering inside of a chocolate specialty store. He quite innocently changed the shop sign to ‘closed’, ushered the customers out politely, and slammed the worker’s head against the counter. He hummed blithely as he moved the man into the closet after tying up his hands. “There we go! Now we have a base of operations!” he said, locking the utility closet from the outside and fetching a chocolate bar.
He followed Rio into the chocolate shop a little hesitantly. Was this really a good idea? The smart part of him was screaming 'Run away', but the other part was saying 'Whats a little treason between friends?'. He decided to go with the second half of himself. “I don't know, downing street?” That seemed like a pretty good place to start. He winced as Rio slammed the poor workers head on the counter. He'll probably be okay... some ice and he'll be good as new.
“In a chocolate shop.” He looked around at their little base of operations. At least it smelled nice. “Well, its original.” He sat cross-legged on the counter facing the store. He'd never done this before.. well there was that one time when Rowan tried taking over London and he 'helped'. That ended in flames... literary. “Have you done this before?”
“In a chocolate shop,” Rio affirmed, glad this kid kept up with the program easily enough. Sure, he’d rather have just as ambitious a partner to take over Greater London, but who was he to be picky? “Of course it’s original, I’m French,” Rio scoffed, clearly affronted. “The French sweat originality, like the British smell of tea and incestuous royal families,” he explained, waving off John’s compliment.
He pushed a table against the door and pulled chocolate down into his arms, sitting next to John and putting the chocolate between them, beginning to devour the precious life force. Has he ever done this before. Rio snickered. “You really don’t know anything about me, do you?” he smirked, munching contentedly on a chocolate bar. “I’ve done this before.”
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