[The audio feed opens, but remains quiet a moment, save for the clack of a buckle being fastened. When the Doctor speaks, it's with a gravity one might expect in a eulogy.]Truth, as observed by Lord Byron, is stranger than fiction. Reality itself, for example. In the reality I hail from alone, there are billions of dimensions, seen as separate ( Read more... )

[Private: self]
[muttering as he turns the thing on, before altering his filters:] And they wonder why I want nothing to do with that lot. Ruthless maniacs, all but... [muttering some more, and] --bably even him. Would that I could be anything else...

[Public]Far be it from me to complain, but one occasionally finds little choice beyond ( Read more... )

[It's just a groan at first, and then an unintelligible grumble. He doesn't sound very pleased by the tone of it, but all that sloughs off in a moment with a hoarse request.]Water would... be splendid. I could get my own, if--goodness, it's been that long? There appears to be a tangible backlash to paradox, even here. Note to selves, then: no ( Read more... )

( TL;DR: He's sorry AND he's still awesome. Also, support group filter. )

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... )

[Oh, the last several days have been unreasonably taxing. The concept has niggled at him since the night Coyolxauhqui last visited him, and has merely intensified upon seeing some of the new arrivals. Cue strange forays into topics such as genealogy, crests, traditions over any number of planets, clan behaviour, morphic resonance and the like, ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Small traditions are traditions to someone, regardless of how useless they might seem to others. We may be forced to something or other here, but stop to think for a moment that to someone, it's important, or it was at home. In this case, it's a harmless endeavour for the most part, and really, nothing prevents you from observing any tradition of ( Read more... )

[Of course he sounds preoccupied! He's so used to talking to himself, or to another physically present person, that he's nearly forgotten how to use this thing. The mutterings are accompanied by fumblings and tinkles and rustles and dings and bonks.]You know, it's escaped my mind often enough until Cissie brought it up earlier that Earth is very ( Read more... )

[The Doctor's audio feed hits the network with a bit of a clatter. There are squealing and hissing sounds in the background, but fear not! He isn't exploding today. This is also not an accident, but he sound like he's doing his standard thing of Too Much to Handle At Once™.]D'you remember- oh, wrong fil- blast it, I can't reach that button... no ( Read more... )