Thirty Seven Years Late
[An exhasperated sigh preceeds the following. The symbols transcribed on the page as The Doctor speaks look like some odd combination of Greek letters and mathamatical symbols.]
Oh of all the times for the language circuit to break... [CRASH] Oh, come now, it can't be that difficult to fix! [FZZZ. Something shorts out with a fizzle and a POP. Disgusted, he throws down whatever tool he was using]
And I suppose it would be too much to ask that it's simply unable to translate modern Gallifreyan...
[He switches dialects and the transcription suddenly shows up as a very complex series of interlocking circles swirling across the pages]
Testing. One, two, one, two. Kunkwat. Geronimo. Platypus. TARDIS. Shoelaces. Raxacoricofallapatorian. [sigh] Oh, it's no use.
((ooc: What spoken Gallifreyan sounds like is anyone's guess. Any replies will be in Modern Gallifreyan (the mathematical one. ))
Oh of all the times for the language circuit to break... [CRASH] Oh, come now, it can't be that difficult to fix! [FZZZ. Something shorts out with a fizzle and a POP. Disgusted, he throws down whatever tool he was using]
And I suppose it would be too much to ask that it's simply unable to translate modern Gallifreyan...
[He switches dialects and the transcription suddenly shows up as a very complex series of interlocking circles swirling across the pages]
Testing. One, two, one, two. Kunkwat. Geronimo. Platypus. TARDIS. Shoelaces. Raxacoricofallapatorian. [sigh] Oh, it's no use.
((ooc: What spoken Gallifreyan sounds like is anyone's guess. Any replies will be in Modern Gallifreyan (the mathematical one. ))