In the spirit of full disclosure which seems to have overtaken us all, my full name is Romanadvoratrelundar, Romana for short. I hail from a world known as Gallifrey; my people are known as the Time Lords.

While I cannot stay here, I am not entirely certain where I should go. [Small pause.] Due to circumstances I am afraid I cannot divulge, going ( Read more... )

[[This shows up in the morning. The page is wrinkled, has splotches of ink here and there, and the handwriting itself is messy.]]

Pardon the handwriting, this is Fred.

I am afraid it may be beyoun beyond my current ability to work in the yard, for as long as I am in this ridiulous get-up ( Read more... )

[[ooc: Backdated to the evening of 5/24, because I fail.]]

[A pen tap or so before she starts writing.]

If I might have a moment of your time. I have been told that my name is Fred, and [pause] a great many other things. Guy, Bell, and Spring have been most helpful in that respect ( Read more... )

[The writing is small, and very delicate, in modified all caps.]

DOES ANYONE HAPPEN TO KNOW IF THE BAZAAR CARRIES DOLL'S CLOTHING? MY NORMAL ATTIRE HARDLY SUITS MY CURRENT STATURE.

-FRED

[[ooc: replies will be made after I get back from work!]]

( You will obey all Dalek commands instantly! )

This place that the Wilderness has turned into. It is Gallifrey.

I shall remain here for some little time. Should you need to find me, I am in some caves within sight of the city, but not walking distance of it.

00, Composer--Aven is with me.

-Fred

[The feed cuts in on... water, then there's a dull, hollow sound.] Ow. [Apparently Fred just managed to run into something. There's relative silence for a short time, filled with the sound of the shower running... and then Fred starts humming a low, hauntingly melodic tune. Either it doesn't have words, or she chooses not to sing them. After a ( Read more... )

Whomever has been following me intermittently the past few days, your comments are irritating, highly distracting, and entirely unwarranted.

[Pen taps.] And do please stop rating my [pause] performance in the shower.

[Her writing is rushed, a little bigger than she would normally write, in her haste to get the words down on the page.]

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

[A slight pause, and her next writing is almost calm.]

Precisely how long have I been away?

-Fred

[ooc: I'm assuming 00 was asleep when Fred got home.]

[[ooc: Pretend this showed up around mid-morning.]]

[There's an ink splotch, like she pressed too hard with a leaky pen. When words appear, they're scrawled haphazardly across the page with none of Fred's usual penmanship.]

sorry I missed the morning session youth I ll come into work tomorrow

fred

[There will be an IC delay before Fred replies ( Read more... )