( Time Lord (but not Rassilon) filter, private to: Una, Ardent, Admiral )

Doctor. Despite my lack of certification, I've got enough know-how to look after a variety of injuries in a competent fashion, including those in immediate need of my supervision now. Please, and without questions or discussion, bring the following supplies to [location to be determined]. I will be eternally grateful, as well as indebted to you ( Read more... )

[The feed is turned on and the device tumbled a moment as Quetzalcoatl finds the best spot to prop it on. When he is satisfied, he steps backward to show the Barge his full, though scrawny, resplendance, complete with paint (the Doctor will not be happy to see the state of the TARDIS wardrobe when all of this is over). For a brief moment, he ( Read more... )

[Well, the Doctor was going to start the day with a nice post thanking everyone for such nice presents, and then dive into a good book for some hours, and then work on his train set now that he's got the last piece ( Read more... )

[When the audio clicks on, the Doctor's voice can barely be heard at first over the sound of... clacking and snuffling. It sounds like something is trying to eat the device, and those with a keen ear will have this confirmed.]

--eld, no! Take that out of your mouth this instant! [More clacking, and then a thud.] Honestly, can't... bad dog. ( Read more... )

[His communicator clicks on with a fumbling sound and an echo of sprinting footsteps, and the tail end of explosive rumbling, though not from the level he's one: he's making his way out of the library.]Everyone! There's been- goodness- Coyolxauhqui! Martha, D- hang it all- you lot! Is everyone all right? The library's intact, but- nevermind- ( Read more... )

[After having fled the library, the Doctor is panicking. He rarely panics, but THIS IS A SPECIAL CASE. Hello, Barge! You get a fumbling shot of his coatsleeve and a brief look up his nose before his screen becomes a frantic swish of motion blur. He sounds terribly alarmed, though not terribly out of breath. Feel free to help, or... to laugh ( Read more... )

[Upon checking his comms unit for a moment while at the museum and seeing contributions by several sourpusses, A VOICE LIKE THAT OF A FIRM BUT BENEVOLENT GOD COMES THUNDERING THROUGH THE NETWORK. In the most pleasant of tones, of course.]Chin up, you lot. We none of us've been lynched or killed that I know of, nor have we been made to act against ( Read more... )

[Have some SPACE. The feed jiggles a bit, but not terribly; he's got his device on his knee, and you, Barge denizens, are being gifted with the same sort of view there always is off the decks, with the exception of strange leaves drifting across the screen now and again.]Today, while sitting with my ship, I noticed a recognisable segment of sky, ( Read more... )

(( He's locked any and all responding comments to text in hopes that people at least have the ability to rescind things they write/type before sending them, if they can. Doc's a nice guy like that. :| ))

I'll not be asking a thing if I can help it. Pardon my attitude, but I expect the same courtesy, thank you.

[Private: Martha]I've no idea ( Read more... )