Wolf-Bunny, Bunny-Wolf... Either Way, I Suppose

 Culculex never disappoints.

If one is looking for stims, Culculex has them all, even ones you've never heard of. 

If one is looking for drink, there are rivers of Votalan wine... LITERALLY.

If one is looking to fornicate with a nine-breasted hermat with half a dozen penises... No judgement, but I know where you can find it there.

And if you're looking for slaves for work, pleasure, or entertainment...

Yes, there are slave markets on Culculex. You don't even really need to seek them out. They are usually lit by bright, blazing halogen signs advertising what species and races are up for sale at any given time. Hawkers out on stages with beings of varying genders in various states of undress, all outfitted with obedience discs at the back of their necks, most having given up any attempt to struggle in the pain of the neuro-shocks said discs provide.

Normally, I avoid these markets. They are somewhat depressing to me. I don't generally judge. There are, after all, species who require enslavement for survival, and others, well... 

Since the last mission to Oasis, I needed to clear my head, as I've previously recorded, and, so, I'd been spending some time on Culculex, sampling the various vices on offer there, and largely losing myself in the debauchery. I have always lived by the philosophy that nothing clears the head like fogging the brain.

One evening (if one can actually discern between night and day on a world so choked with upper atmospheric advert-drones that no solar light can penetrate, leaving the sky a constant low glow of dark green) I happened to have stumbled into the slaver district inadvertently. The din of the hawkers largely bleeding into each other creating a dull buzz of nothingness, easily ignored, as I stumbled from block to block, barely glancing up on occasion to avoid running into anyone or anything until a single word, coughed out in a deep, guttural croak...

"WHIFFERDILL!"

That word hit me like a smack in the face. 

I was, of course, familiar with Whifferdills, at least via reputation. Shape-changers with a reputation for thievery and various other criminal endeavours (a reputation which may or may not be earned, I will admit) but also a species which did NOT have a reputation for enjoying any form of captivity. 

I traced the voice to a rather beefy-looking Torglund, heavily tattooed on each of his four arms, standing on a stage, his associate holding a stun-stick goading a female creature to center-stage.

She was humanoid... kind of. 

While mostly humanoid, she bore the distinctive ears and tail of a Terran Lepus, but bearing highly pronounced canine teeth at her captors. Between the jolts from the stun-stick and the obedience disc, I could almost feel the agony she was fighting against. 

I have no Gallifreyan idea WHY I acted, but I did.

I sent Z.I.G.G.Y. up to quickly short out the Whifferdill's disc and pulled the Morningstar off my belt, leaving it inactive for the moment. 

The Whifferdill wasted no time, whirling about and biting the throat of the one who had been prodding her, then grabbing his stun-stick and hitting the Torglund...

Well, constipation will never be an issue for that, particular Torglund ever again.

She spun toward me, next, but recognized me as the one who had sent Z.I.G.G.Y., so she stood down. I grabbed her arm, however and ran.

There is one actual crime on Culculex, you see: never interfere.

So, I dragged her down an alley and whistled for Bifrost. When she materialized, I pulled the young Whifferdill in and we made our escape.

When I asked her where she wanted me to take her, she just shrugged, indicating she really didn't have anywhere to call home and asked if she could stay with me.

Turns out, she... Jenny... wasn't overly welcome with other Whifferdills, as she not only suffered from mono-morphia, preventing her from changing forms, but it came upon her suddenly, freezing her between three forms: humanoid, rabbit, and wolf. 

So, now, it seems, I have a new traveling companion. 

She's potentially dangerous, as is evident from how she handled herself on Culculex, but, well...

She's also kind of adorable.

Oasis, Dee, Oasis, and Oasis

 As I discusses in the previous log entry, Oasis has now become a somewhat regular stop off for our people, as we have now altered our fleet of TTCs to be able to gain an artron charge from a rift-vent. This will allow us to continue our civilization, though in a somewhat... limping fashion. In the meanwhile, Lord President Auron and I will be drawing up plans for a new, proper Eye to serve as power source for, well, EVERYTHING in our society.

There are other things regarding Oasis, however, I should record here.

The rift-vents, as we have taken to calling them, are not rifts unto themselves. They are more areas where the massive temporal anomaly at the core of this strange world has broken through the mantle of the planet. I suppose a Terran would equate it with a natural gas vent, but one that leaks time rather than methane... But, Terrans are somewhat stupid in temporal matters.

The rift vents, located at various places across the planet, are like nothing we've dealt with in the past. They are going to require much more study. Their behaviour has produced some interesting anomalies.

On our first excursion to Oasis, we discovered a wounded TTC along with her pilot, one Delphine, a previous member of New Gallifrey's Chancellery Guard, who has now joined our ranks and again serves with the guard. It's always good to find another New Gallifreyan survivor.

Additionally, however, there was another Time Lady in that region. One going by the name "Dee". I have checked her bio-signature and... she's not from New Gallifrey. There's some interesting fluctuations within her genes which I am hoping to get studied. I will need to discus this with our medical team.

During the latest mission to Oasis, we DID as previously noted, obtain a sample of... THAT substance, which is how we are now able to gather energy, but the rift-vent there was ready to surprise us further.

While the rest of the team was searching for the required sample, I was studying the rift-vent. Readings were, frankly, seeming random, which did make any kind of analysis exceptionally difficult. That was not the more interesting thing, however.

While the others were in the crypt trying to locate the sample, yet another Time Lady... well... fell out of the vent.

Unlike Dee, this Time Lady DID register with certain signatures indicating a previous life on New Gallifrey, though her identity has been, as yet, unable to be determined. On a personal note, there IS something somewhat familiar about her, but I can't quite place it. 

This new arrival has some kind of... attache case that seems attached to her... actually ATTACHED in some metaphysical way. She has no active memory, however. She doesn't know her identity, nor the purpose of this case. For now, it's been decided that she will also use the name Oasis. (At this time, I request all TT Capsule pilots ensure they differentiate between the PLANET Oasis and the INDIVIDUAL Oasis within their navigation systems.)

Possibly, however, the most troublesome discovery was within the crypt. The team discovered highly temporally unstable pieces of dalek technology. Fortunately, nothing active or alive, but... it's worrying.

I am, I think, going to need to clear my head to think on this. There is only one place I think I can do that...

Culculex.