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Today's musical selection: The Flaming Lips.

OOC: Sorry this is up a day late. I was dead yesterday from migraine.

Rose has been around.

You just haven't seen her.

Or maybe you have. Maybe you've even said a few words to her in passing. She's generally a friendly sort, often to things that one oughtn't be friendly to. But unless you're a Dalek, it's probably okay if you say hello and she says hello back.

In any case, there is one painfully bored British ( Read more... )

The Doctor's been around. More or less confined to his room and the engine rooms, tinkering with equipment, and being generally grumpier as the days without his TARDIS have worn on ( Read more... )

Rose is in 202, just sort of hanging out ( Read more... )

He's got a sign ( Read more... )

Following the meeting fiasco, Methos has been outside the wall more often. Not that he actually believes he'll pick up any sign of Harth's trail or whereabouts. Mainly, he just needs to be away. From everyone.

They'd been arguing about the best way to keep Harth from sending someone in to sabotage us, and the little shit had been there himself ( Read more... )

The jungle Queen has shaved off her hair. The long locks of yellow lie at her feet, and she is curled into a ball---a tight, frightened-looking ball. A worn-looking doll is cluthed in her emaciated fingers, an expression darker and more terrifying than rage on her face ( Read more... )

This is the meeting; that would be, Zuko got Hellboy to help set up outside-- there's no sight of rain, and bonfires are lit ( Read more... )

Now there's a Jack, in his room with the door open a little way for once, he looks happy, then again he's on sleeping pills and who know's what else. So he pretty much should be happy. He's also singing, in English this time. Singing while he picks at various pieces on his wristcomm with a borrowed screwdriver. He's finally trying to make it work ( Read more... )

"Ya mean, never?"

"Well, no."

"Not ever never ( Read more... )