[Turlough ended up a gunner. And he's vexed. As usual.] Someone turn off the music, please?

[He was a Silurian. That was foremost on his mind as he made his way down further down. Of course, that was mostly to keep him from being completely and utterly terrified.

It didn't help, given the fact that the Silurians, as far as he knew, wiped themselves out. He didn't activate the sphere, it managed to turn on itself.]

[Turlough is damp and not looking happy. Well, as unhappy as one can look while still high on atmosphere. He's breathing heavily but absolutely refusing to back outside.]

What... is... going... on?

[Hands shoved in his pockets, looking smug.] Like I said. Don't eat the fruit.

[Turlough's bad end didn't end up making him wanting to kill people, he also managed to break through with the Doctor's help. So his mood isn't noticably different, despite the confirmation of that bad end being false ( Read more... )

[Turlough is having trouble summoning up any kind of emotion at all, so his face is pretty much the icon. He's been watching.] Oh, Doctor, Junkyard, or whatever you're calling yourself these days. For some reason I'm enamoured of the name 'Mike'.

What do you recall of Sarn?

[Turlough is completely still. You have to look closely to see that he's even breathing. His eyes are shut and he's not aware that his sphere is on. Even if he was, he wouldn't have reacted in the slightest ( Read more... )

[Turlough was irked. It wasn't bad enough that shadows were following him about the place, but he had 'The Man Who Wasn't There' stuck in his head. He had learned it Brendon School, which meant he kind of resented remembering it now.

Especially given the 'how I wish he'd go away', made him think he was scared or something. It irked.]

[Yes, Turlough is in his room.] As if it wasn't bad enough that I seem to be able to hear someone chewing in the mess hall, stop it, by the way, we've been given these puzzles?

And 'Old Terra'? How exactly are we to know the difference between our universe and theirs? Actually, it's our universes and this one ( Read more... )

[Turlough is now in his room, writing on a piece of paper. He holds it up.]

Don't talk to me. I'm deaf. I'm in my room and not coming out until I can hear again. I'm far too used to being able to hear.

Unless there's an emergency, then knock.

[Don't talk to me. I'm deaf. I'm in my room and not coming out until I can hear again. I'm far too ( Read more... )