0086. Perplexity.

Dec 31, 2010 01:34

While weighing less than one's own clothing is indeed a distressing experience, and altogether a fiasco I certainly don't wish to relive, I'm extremely curious as to how I managed to adopt a... language... the TARDIS was incapable of translating. I'm not even sure that counted as anything close to 'baby talk'.

[Pause, punctuated by itty bitty growling, the sound of something thudding away from the speaker (probably a ball of some sort) and a happy fwump of paws.]

I also wonder how I was able to propel myself, even though I know most of you are content to chalk it up to the great unknown. Oh, and thank you all kindly, by the by, again in some cases. Those of you I didn't see the morning of the gift exchange and received something from--this is all very lovely.

[Mutters half away from the communicator:] Not all at once, you ninny, or you'll make yourself ill. Stop that.

[Private: Admiral]

Sir, I would like to make a formal request. While she may not yet have her powers returned, I would like for Coyolxauhqui to have some sort of medium through which she can speak to her pantheon. Her... family, as it stands. I believe that a great deal of her problem is the inability to come to terms with how her actions have effected them, or to be reasoned with by someone who stands outside the situation as I do. Whatever you do provide to her, I would like something of the same for myself, in the event that they demand she bring forth the 'interloper'. Not to worry... I'll take full responsibility.

[...and won't he just, in the end.]

five is not emo today!, playin' it cool, always look on the bright side, dear admiral, who was that masked man anyway?, post-flood, i'madogi'madogi'madogi'madogi'madog, five does not freak out *enough*, post traumatic zen disorder

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