Along came a Lynda ( Read more... )

He moves into the lobby at a brisk pace, and stops in the middle of the foyer. In a moment he takes on his most authoritative voice and raises it up to be heard.

"Is there a doctor in the house? It's my companion's mother..."

T: Because Jackie Tyler is in labor. Have fun.

Right, so this goes out to my Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Eighth, and Tenth selves ( Read more... )

( to Turlough and Adric: )

You lot! Yes, you.

...All of you.

I want to play cricket. Who is up for a game this weekend, eh?

A girl of fifteen-- slight, elven, and you might say otherworldly-- wanders through the door, swaying along to music from a small portable radio that fits into her palm. The song playing might be recognised as "Who Are You?" by The Who. Singing the "who, who?" parts out loud, the girl twirls a few times before she looks around and realizes that ( Read more... )

In she marches, in complete control of herself, seemingly unconcerned about the change in locale. She's a modestly dressed middle-aged woman with serious eyes and a no-nonsense posture ( Read more... )

Enter a tired-looking young woman, simultaneously throwing her keys in the direction of a nonexistent table and shrugging out of her coat ( Read more... )

"Bloody hell ( Read more... )

She's heavily pregnant, into the third trimester surely, and she's garbed in her dressing gown and pajamas, looking tired and a little frightened. She doesn't seem to know where she is though when she speaks, rubbing her face. "I worry about you, Rose. I really do. You're out all night, up to your ears in Torchwood, and then you mope about and... ( Read more... )