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Apps are now closed, so! Let's do the next round. ♥ And it's a counselor batch! There's a dup at the end.
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Character Name: Rider/Iskandar/Alexander the Great
Age: 2300 and some change, or 32.
Series: Fate/Zero
Job: Camp Conqueror
Canon: In the quiet town of Fuyuki, Japan, the Holy Grail appears once every sixty years. Of course, just letting people take it would be problematic, so it has the solution: It selects the seven who want it most to become Masters, combatants in the Holy Grail War. To assist them, the Grail also summons legendary figures as their Servants, to fight for their Masters. Servants are sorted into one of seven classes, and they are then usually referred to by the name of their class rather than their own name.
During the Fourth Holy Grail War, Iskandar is summoned as a Rider-class Servant. He is loud, larger than life, and prone to just being unreasonable. He views the dream of world conquest as something common to everyone, and he drags his army across Asia just so he can see the ocean. Known as the King of Conquerors, he simply does not bother with that sneaking around and hiding that the other Servants do. Instead, he, in his own words, boldly marches forth and leaves with the spoils of conquest, whether it’s treasure or just a couple of books he stole from a bookstore. He’s pretty laid-back despite all this, though; he is actually an avid fan of documentaries and video games. But none of that has stopped his ambitions, and now that he is back in the world of the living, he wishes to set forth on world conquest once more, and recruit all who interest him along the way.
Sample Post:
Camp Fuck You Die, is it? Perhaps a fitting name for a war camp, but it seems a bit crude... It certainly gets the meaning across, though. Plain and simple, it makes your intent easily understood, with no room for mistakes or misspeaking... It seems that I like it, after all!
Greetings, Camp Fuck You Die! I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors! I accept your surrender, and will now lead this small band to glory! First, we will march west until we reach the ocean, conquering and looting every city in our path! Once we reach that coast, our army will have grown enough that we may... Hm?
Hold on one minute, just why do you think I’m here? I responded to the Director’s invitation so that I could take this area easily. I was called for the sake of conquest, was I not? I cannot think of any other reason. Look, the invitation even lists me as the ‘Camp Conqueror’. Of course, this must mean that I am to rule this encampment for my own! It’s a little unusual, but this pretty clearly is a notice of surrender. What else could it possibly mean? Unless I am expected to conquer in the name of Camp, but there’s no way someone could be that foolish. Anyone who would think that can’t have any brains in their head at all.
… That wasn’t meant to be literal. I’m no medic, but I think you should probably get that looked at. It can’t be good if you’re falling to pieces like that. But look on the bright side, little undead man! If all of you can still move like this, you may be a perfect undead army after all! Won’t you all join me anyway? With an army of immortals at my side, this whole world will bow to us before long! It doesn’t matter if you’re already dead; I died once, and now look at me! Just hold your head high, and march forth with the spirit of-
-- When I say ‘hold your head high’, it should still stay attached to your shoulders. Put it back on, and let’s try again.
Character: Sazh Katzroy
Series: Final Fantasy XIII
Character Age: 40
Job: Chocobo Trainer
Canon: Final Fantasy XIII takes place in the world of Cocoon, where people a life of comfort due to the god-like beings called the Fal'Cie who take care of them, providing them with everything from food to sunlight. Nonetheless, the people of Cocoon still live in fear of a world below called Pulse, which is believed to house terrible monsters. Perhaps even more frightening is the concept of a l'cie, which is a human that has been branded by a Fal'Cie to complete a task called a Focus. There is no way out of this, and most consider being branded a fate worse than death.
Sazh himself is mainly focused on taking care of his son and working as a pilot until circumstances lead to him being branded by a Pulse Fal'Cie along with five other strangers. Sazh easily falls into a fatherly role for them; despite barely knowing them at first, he worries for them and tries to take care of them. On the other hand, he's been saddled with a group of people who are young and quick to act without thinking, and this means that he has a lot of long-suffering moments. While Sazh's own life has been ruined and he's more than willing to complain and be the cynic at points, he's still the one who holds it together and watches out for everyone. Despite a somewhat negative attitude, he isn't the type to give up. He also plays the role of comic relief in the party, which means he has a tendency to fall over his own feet.
Sample Entry:
Hey, are you even listening? C'mon everyone, quiet down and come closer! All right, not sure why, but the people in charge of this place have decided that I'm the one who's going to teach you about riding chocobos. Guess they figured that since I've got one of my own, I know everything there is to know about the things. Not sure where they got that idea, but a job's a job, right? If I didn't have this gig, I'd probably just be sitting around all day, so... here goes. What's with the bored looks? I figured you kids would be excited about this. It's not like I'm standing in front of a chalkboard or something!
About time. Did I really have to nag to get you to listen? Anyway, the first thing to keep in mind about chocobos is... okay, it's the smell. Hard to ignore, sure, but you all should be used to things stinking around here. We are in a swamp, in case you've forgotten. Not to mention those rotting things that just end up baking in the sun all day long. Compared to all that, this is nothing! So suck it up and move on. Which brings us to... well, getting onto the things. See, there's some stuff you have to keep in mind about chocobos. You might think they're all cute and cuddly, but they're also a whole lot bigger than you. Probably stronger, too. Hey, I said probably. Don't take that as a cue to show me some special power you have. Last thing I need is to be dodging fireballs on my first day. If you try that, don't think I won't sic one of these oversized chickens on you!
Ahem. Point is, these guys are smart, too. They're gonna know if you're scared or anxious, and they might just take advantage of that. If you walk up to them calmly and let them know that you're their friend, they'll probably just let you hop right on. What? You want a demonstration? Fine, fine. Oh, another thing they like is if you speak their language, if you know what I'm saying. You've probably figured out just from standing here that their favorite thing to say is "kweh," so... here goes!
... Ooof. Guess that one wasn't interested. No, you don't have to help me up -- and hey, quit it with the laughing! Man, oh man. I told them I wasn't cut out for this. Normally I'd say that I'd be better off teaching you how to pilot an airship, but I'm not sure I want any of you near heavy machinery. No offense, but I think you're better off learning how to ride those metal cows and then graduating to chocobos once you've got the hang of it. Maybe I am too, come to think of it.
Applicant #1
Character: The Doctor (Eleventh regeneration)
Series: Doctor Who
Character Age: Appears to be 29 / is actually over 1100 years old
Job: Camp Hero
Canon: Doctor Who is, in its simplest form, a story about a madman who stole a time machine long ago and has been running away ever since. This man, though, isn't really a man at all. He's an alien who calls himself "The Doctor," and who, instead of dying, regenerates (meaning he transforms into a new version of himself with a different face, an altered personality, and, this time around, a cool bow tie -- though he remains the same at his core). He saves the world(s) and universe(s) on a daily basis, hoping to make up for trouble he's caused. His adventure is seemingly never ending, so it's only natural that he wouldn't want to go it alone, typically bringing a human companion along with him. Although sometimes things get complicated, he makes up for these complications by having twice the heart of the average hero.
Despite the Doctor's ever changing face and features, there are aspects of his personality that remain the same throughout every incarnation: his belief that violence is always the last resort, his desire to save anyone he can -- anyone who asks, and his hope in and for the very best of humanity. Of course, the Eleventh Doctor, specifically, has his own quirks. His speech can be eloquent or scattered, depending on when you catch him. Either way, he tends to work things out verbally and loves to hear himself talk. He’s also incredibly outgoing (almost flamboyant), energetic, and whimsical. Moreover, he’s always moving about. He has a tendency to miss very obvious things, despite being incredibly intelligent, and is often, well, late.
Sample Post:
Hello, citizens of Seafood? Seafoodians? Seafood-ers? What sort of a name is Seafood, anyway? Besides a rubbish one, of course. You lot aren’t even near the sea! And there’s no seafood here, either. What is that about? You can’t just call a place Seafood and expect people to run with it if you haven’t got any sea things. You Seafoodites -- no, ignore that. That’s an awful name, even worse than the others. How about I just call you fish? Has a nice ring to it, that does. Sure, it’s not factually correct, but it certainly fits how fishy this whole situation is. Oooh, that was witty.
Right then. Let’s try that introduction again.
Hello, not-so-fishlike fish people! I’m the Doctor! Not a doctor, the Doctor, but that’s a story for later. First, we need to talk about a few other, far more important things. Namely, the fact that I’ve been horribly misled. And not just by the name Seafood, either; although that was very disappointing. Now, as I’m sure you’re all well aware, Seafood is in a swamp. I mean, come on, it’s pretty obvious -- just look at how swampy everything is around here! There’s swamp creatures and swamp air and swamp everything, really. Of course, no one told me about it being even remotely swampy. Quite the opposite, really. The call that reeled me in led me to believe that Seafood was located in the middle of a farm. Obviously, Seafood isn’t actually in the middle of a farm, or on a farm, or near a farm, unless there’s some sort of swampy alligator farm here that no one told me about. ‘Course that wouldn’t be surprising, considering the fact that no one mentioned the whole swamp thing in the first place.
On the plus side, my Stetson works well in a swamp setting. Undeniably cool, even when unconventional. Brilliant. Still, I suppose it's a good thing that I didn't come here for the scenery, eh? Saving the day, your day, all the the days this place has to offer -- I’m going to do that regardless of the setting. Rumour has it that an incredibly dangerous monster is on it's way here at this very moment, and that you lot don’t stand a chance of survival. Well, you’ve got me now, so consider the tables turned. This little multi-dimensional hub is safe. I can promise you that. I doubt our adversary will go down without a fight, sure, but we’re not going in with our guns blazing now, are we? We want to negotiate -- to talk, and if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s talking. There’s a reason Earth hasn’t been destroyed yet, and he’s looking right at you, wearing a Stetson, and asking you to trust him, so you really must believe me when I say that I’ve got this.
I’m the Doctor, and while I may be too late for a romp on the farm, I’ve arrived just in time to have a go at saving this swamp of yours.
Applicant #2
Character: The Doctor (Eleventh)
Series: Doctor Who - Season Six
Character Age: 1,103
Job: Museum Curator
Canon: Question: Who wants to travel through time and space with their very own alien? Answer: Amy Pond. When a strange man crash landed on her yard when she was a child, she had dreams of escaping her world. Now, older and infinitely wiser, she joins said alien on his time-travelling adventures, aware that there are greater forces at work in the universe. One being an antagonistic alien species known as the Silence.
This time-travelling alien was known as the Doctor, last of the alien species called the Time Lords. Bumbling, silly and at times, utterly incomprehensible, you've lucky if you can carry a conversation with the Doctor, let alone understand what he's saying. Whimsical and entertaining, he has a way of drawing you in. Still, he has his flaws. The Doctor can be loud, abrasive and down-right rude. And beyond that, the Doctor has his darker edges, strongly believing in the preservation of life. He's a man you don't cross lightly. Even if he simply acts like a mad man with a blue box.
Sample Entry:
Hello, Paris!
Oh, sorry, Not-Paris, then. Can I call you that? Not-Paris? Has a certain ring to it, and you're certainly got the colours down! Good job there, Not-Paris! I'm the Doctor and I'm also your new Museum Curator! See, look at the capitals, it means I'm important, so important that I have a The in front of my name... job.... thingy. So! Museums are amazing. Really amazing. A great place to look at all the history you got wrong! It's like, "Let's put all the greatest accomplishments in our past in one place and be judged". Well, I can assure you, I am judging. But that's all about to change, now that I'm in charge. I'm sure you're all excited, at least I think you are, I'm not sure how to translate arms falling off during applause, but I'm pretty sure they are falling off in a good way.
Now that I'm your new Museum Curator, I finally have the chance to do it decently, and by decently, I mean, you don't bring in living examples of history. This isn't a zoo you know. Eeugh, zoos. You can bring in waxworks or very nicely drawn pictures, you don't have permission to kill them, dump them in wax and bring them here. That's just rude. You should at least ask for permission first, and on the very off chance that someone says yes, don't do it anyway. Also, any artifacts you bring into the museum must pass the "The Doctor Approves" test. If you're in luck, it's only a little wrong and it can stay. And I have to like it, but you really don't need to know that. In fact, pretend I didn't say that.
What else, what else... Oh, yes. Rules. I enjoy fun as much as the next bloke, but without rules, it's chaos. Panic. An abysmal lack of tea-times and trust me, no one wants that. So! Respect the rules I set for the museum or it's going to be closed for a very, very, very long time. Rule number one! Do not mess with the displays. They take time and energy, but mostly time and nobody wants to waste time. Rule number two! Don't lie. At least don't lie badly. This is a place about history, but more than that, it's about learning about yourselves. A place you can come back to, when you feel you need your base. It's only as real as you want it to be. Rule number three. Always provide fish fingers and custard. It's my favourite rule so far.
And stop looking at me like I'm mad! At least appreciate my blue box as well.
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me why I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Character Name: Rider/Iskandar/Alexander the Great
Age: 2300 and some change, or 32.
Series: Fate/Zero
Job: Camp Conqueror
Canon: In the quiet town of Fuyuki, Japan, the Holy Grail appears once every sixty years. Of course, just letting people take it would be problematic, so it has the solution: It selects the seven who want it most to become Masters, combatants in the Holy Grail War. To assist them, the Grail also summons legendary figures as their Servants, to fight for their Masters. Servants are sorted into one of seven classes, and they are then usually referred to by the name of their class rather than their own name.
During the Fourth Holy Grail War, Iskandar is summoned as a Rider-class Servant. He is loud, larger than life, and prone to just being unreasonable. He views the dream of world conquest as something common to everyone, and he drags his army across Asia just so he can see the ocean. Known as the King of Conquerors, he simply does not bother with that sneaking around and hiding that the other Servants do. Instead, he, in his own words, boldly marches forth and leaves with the spoils of conquest, whether it’s treasure or just a couple of books he stole from a bookstore. He’s pretty laid-back despite all this, though; he is actually an avid fan of documentaries and video games. But none of that has stopped his ambitions, and now that he is back in the world of the living, he wishes to set forth on world conquest once more, and recruit all who interest him along the way.
Sample Post:
Camp Fuck You Die, is it? Perhaps a fitting name for a war camp, but it seems a bit crude... It certainly gets the meaning across, though. Plain and simple, it makes your intent easily understood, with no room for mistakes or misspeaking... It seems that I like it, after all!
Greetings, Camp Fuck You Die! I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors! I accept your surrender, and will now lead this small band to glory! First, we will march west until we reach the ocean, conquering and looting every city in our path! Once we reach that coast, our army will have grown enough that we may... Hm?
Hold on one minute, just why do you think I’m here? I responded to the Director’s invitation so that I could take this area easily. I was called for the sake of conquest, was I not? I cannot think of any other reason. Look, the invitation even lists me as the ‘Camp Conqueror’. Of course, this must mean that I am to rule this encampment for my own! It’s a little unusual, but this pretty clearly is a notice of surrender. What else could it possibly mean? Unless I am expected to conquer in the name of Camp, but there’s no way someone could be that foolish. Anyone who would think that can’t have any brains in their head at all.
… That wasn’t meant to be literal. I’m no medic, but I think you should probably get that looked at. It can’t be good if you’re falling to pieces like that. But look on the bright side, little undead man! If all of you can still move like this, you may be a perfect undead army after all! Won’t you all join me anyway? With an army of immortals at my side, this whole world will bow to us before long! It doesn’t matter if you’re already dead; I died once, and now look at me! Just hold your head high, and march forth with the spirit of-
-- When I say ‘hold your head high’, it should still stay attached to your shoulders. Put it back on, and let’s try again.
Poll #10241 Vote!
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 57
In or out?
Character: Sazh Katzroy
Series: Final Fantasy XIII
Character Age: 40
Job: Chocobo Trainer
Canon: Final Fantasy XIII takes place in the world of Cocoon, where people a life of comfort due to the god-like beings called the Fal'Cie who take care of them, providing them with everything from food to sunlight. Nonetheless, the people of Cocoon still live in fear of a world below called Pulse, which is believed to house terrible monsters. Perhaps even more frightening is the concept of a l'cie, which is a human that has been branded by a Fal'Cie to complete a task called a Focus. There is no way out of this, and most consider being branded a fate worse than death.
Sazh himself is mainly focused on taking care of his son and working as a pilot until circumstances lead to him being branded by a Pulse Fal'Cie along with five other strangers. Sazh easily falls into a fatherly role for them; despite barely knowing them at first, he worries for them and tries to take care of them. On the other hand, he's been saddled with a group of people who are young and quick to act without thinking, and this means that he has a lot of long-suffering moments. While Sazh's own life has been ruined and he's more than willing to complain and be the cynic at points, he's still the one who holds it together and watches out for everyone. Despite a somewhat negative attitude, he isn't the type to give up. He also plays the role of comic relief in the party, which means he has a tendency to fall over his own feet.
Sample Entry:
Hey, are you even listening? C'mon everyone, quiet down and come closer! All right, not sure why, but the people in charge of this place have decided that I'm the one who's going to teach you about riding chocobos. Guess they figured that since I've got one of my own, I know everything there is to know about the things. Not sure where they got that idea, but a job's a job, right? If I didn't have this gig, I'd probably just be sitting around all day, so... here goes. What's with the bored looks? I figured you kids would be excited about this. It's not like I'm standing in front of a chalkboard or something!
About time. Did I really have to nag to get you to listen? Anyway, the first thing to keep in mind about chocobos is... okay, it's the smell. Hard to ignore, sure, but you all should be used to things stinking around here. We are in a swamp, in case you've forgotten. Not to mention those rotting things that just end up baking in the sun all day long. Compared to all that, this is nothing! So suck it up and move on. Which brings us to... well, getting onto the things. See, there's some stuff you have to keep in mind about chocobos. You might think they're all cute and cuddly, but they're also a whole lot bigger than you. Probably stronger, too. Hey, I said probably. Don't take that as a cue to show me some special power you have. Last thing I need is to be dodging fireballs on my first day. If you try that, don't think I won't sic one of these oversized chickens on you!
Ahem. Point is, these guys are smart, too. They're gonna know if you're scared or anxious, and they might just take advantage of that. If you walk up to them calmly and let them know that you're their friend, they'll probably just let you hop right on. What? You want a demonstration? Fine, fine. Oh, another thing they like is if you speak their language, if you know what I'm saying. You've probably figured out just from standing here that their favorite thing to say is "kweh," so... here goes!
... Ooof. Guess that one wasn't interested. No, you don't have to help me up -- and hey, quit it with the laughing! Man, oh man. I told them I wasn't cut out for this. Normally I'd say that I'd be better off teaching you how to pilot an airship, but I'm not sure I want any of you near heavy machinery. No offense, but I think you're better off learning how to ride those metal cows and then graduating to chocobos once you've got the hang of it. Maybe I am too, come to think of it.
Poll #10242 Vote!
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 56
In or out?
Applicant #1
Character: The Doctor (Eleventh regeneration)
Series: Doctor Who
Character Age: Appears to be 29 / is actually over 1100 years old
Job: Camp Hero
Canon: Doctor Who is, in its simplest form, a story about a madman who stole a time machine long ago and has been running away ever since. This man, though, isn't really a man at all. He's an alien who calls himself "The Doctor," and who, instead of dying, regenerates (meaning he transforms into a new version of himself with a different face, an altered personality, and, this time around, a cool bow tie -- though he remains the same at his core). He saves the world(s) and universe(s) on a daily basis, hoping to make up for trouble he's caused. His adventure is seemingly never ending, so it's only natural that he wouldn't want to go it alone, typically bringing a human companion along with him. Although sometimes things get complicated, he makes up for these complications by having twice the heart of the average hero.
Despite the Doctor's ever changing face and features, there are aspects of his personality that remain the same throughout every incarnation: his belief that violence is always the last resort, his desire to save anyone he can -- anyone who asks, and his hope in and for the very best of humanity. Of course, the Eleventh Doctor, specifically, has his own quirks. His speech can be eloquent or scattered, depending on when you catch him. Either way, he tends to work things out verbally and loves to hear himself talk. He’s also incredibly outgoing (almost flamboyant), energetic, and whimsical. Moreover, he’s always moving about. He has a tendency to miss very obvious things, despite being incredibly intelligent, and is often, well, late.
Sample Post:
Hello, citizens of Seafood? Seafoodians? Seafood-ers? What sort of a name is Seafood, anyway? Besides a rubbish one, of course. You lot aren’t even near the sea! And there’s no seafood here, either. What is that about? You can’t just call a place Seafood and expect people to run with it if you haven’t got any sea things. You Seafoodites -- no, ignore that. That’s an awful name, even worse than the others. How about I just call you fish? Has a nice ring to it, that does. Sure, it’s not factually correct, but it certainly fits how fishy this whole situation is. Oooh, that was witty.
Right then. Let’s try that introduction again.
Hello, not-so-fishlike fish people! I’m the Doctor! Not a doctor, the Doctor, but that’s a story for later. First, we need to talk about a few other, far more important things. Namely, the fact that I’ve been horribly misled. And not just by the name Seafood, either; although that was very disappointing. Now, as I’m sure you’re all well aware, Seafood is in a swamp. I mean, come on, it’s pretty obvious -- just look at how swampy everything is around here! There’s swamp creatures and swamp air and swamp everything, really. Of course, no one told me about it being even remotely swampy. Quite the opposite, really. The call that reeled me in led me to believe that Seafood was located in the middle of a farm. Obviously, Seafood isn’t actually in the middle of a farm, or on a farm, or near a farm, unless there’s some sort of swampy alligator farm here that no one told me about. ‘Course that wouldn’t be surprising, considering the fact that no one mentioned the whole swamp thing in the first place.
On the plus side, my Stetson works well in a swamp setting. Undeniably cool, even when unconventional. Brilliant. Still, I suppose it's a good thing that I didn't come here for the scenery, eh? Saving the day, your day, all the the days this place has to offer -- I’m going to do that regardless of the setting. Rumour has it that an incredibly dangerous monster is on it's way here at this very moment, and that you lot don’t stand a chance of survival. Well, you’ve got me now, so consider the tables turned. This little multi-dimensional hub is safe. I can promise you that. I doubt our adversary will go down without a fight, sure, but we’re not going in with our guns blazing now, are we? We want to negotiate -- to talk, and if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s talking. There’s a reason Earth hasn’t been destroyed yet, and he’s looking right at you, wearing a Stetson, and asking you to trust him, so you really must believe me when I say that I’ve got this.
I’m the Doctor, and while I may be too late for a romp on the farm, I’ve arrived just in time to have a go at saving this swamp of yours.
Applicant #2
Character: The Doctor (Eleventh)
Series: Doctor Who - Season Six
Character Age: 1,103
Job: Museum Curator
Canon: Question: Who wants to travel through time and space with their very own alien? Answer: Amy Pond. When a strange man crash landed on her yard when she was a child, she had dreams of escaping her world. Now, older and infinitely wiser, she joins said alien on his time-travelling adventures, aware that there are greater forces at work in the universe. One being an antagonistic alien species known as the Silence.
This time-travelling alien was known as the Doctor, last of the alien species called the Time Lords. Bumbling, silly and at times, utterly incomprehensible, you've lucky if you can carry a conversation with the Doctor, let alone understand what he's saying. Whimsical and entertaining, he has a way of drawing you in. Still, he has his flaws. The Doctor can be loud, abrasive and down-right rude. And beyond that, the Doctor has his darker edges, strongly believing in the preservation of life. He's a man you don't cross lightly. Even if he simply acts like a mad man with a blue box.
Sample Entry:
Hello, Paris!
Oh, sorry, Not-Paris, then. Can I call you that? Not-Paris? Has a certain ring to it, and you're certainly got the colours down! Good job there, Not-Paris! I'm the Doctor and I'm also your new Museum Curator! See, look at the capitals, it means I'm important, so important that I have a The in front of my name... job.... thingy. So! Museums are amazing. Really amazing. A great place to look at all the history you got wrong! It's like, "Let's put all the greatest accomplishments in our past in one place and be judged". Well, I can assure you, I am judging. But that's all about to change, now that I'm in charge. I'm sure you're all excited, at least I think you are, I'm not sure how to translate arms falling off during applause, but I'm pretty sure they are falling off in a good way.
Now that I'm your new Museum Curator, I finally have the chance to do it decently, and by decently, I mean, you don't bring in living examples of history. This isn't a zoo you know. Eeugh, zoos. You can bring in waxworks or very nicely drawn pictures, you don't have permission to kill them, dump them in wax and bring them here. That's just rude. You should at least ask for permission first, and on the very off chance that someone says yes, don't do it anyway. Also, any artifacts you bring into the museum must pass the "The Doctor Approves" test. If you're in luck, it's only a little wrong and it can stay. And I have to like it, but you really don't need to know that. In fact, pretend I didn't say that.
What else, what else... Oh, yes. Rules. I enjoy fun as much as the next bloke, but without rules, it's chaos. Panic. An abysmal lack of tea-times and trust me, no one wants that. So! Respect the rules I set for the museum or it's going to be closed for a very, very, very long time. Rule number one! Do not mess with the displays. They take time and energy, but mostly time and nobody wants to waste time. Rule number two! Don't lie. At least don't lie badly. This is a place about history, but more than that, it's about learning about yourselves. A place you can come back to, when you feel you need your base. It's only as real as you want it to be. Rule number three. Always provide fish fingers and custard. It's my favourite rule so far.
And stop looking at me like I'm mad! At least appreciate my blue box as well.
Poll #10243 Vote!
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 50
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