"Loneliness is just about the scariest thing out there" - Joss Whedon

By the time he realised that what he was hearing was Auld Lang Syne, a touch he was sure wasn't done by pure coincidence, he was already on his way to the Cloister Room. The large ornate doors leading to the disused and not very often visited room were dusty and, in his opinion ( Read more... )

[OOC WARNING: Crack, crack, crack and more crack. Has no logic, no plot, just gratuitous references to various interests and inside jokes. I blame clever_wanderer. I'll show you who "requires more asparagus and ABBA".]

The English like eccentrics. They just don't like them living next door - Julian Clary

"Doctor, what is that awful music coming from the TARDIS ( Read more... )

If you could be in the Olympics (summer or winter), what event/sport would you want to do most? Why?

"The 92/apple/gamma/24 Olympics!" the Doctor gushed with ebullient flourish, throwing open the doors of the TARDIS in the grand way that put trumpets on a red carpet to shame.

( It hadn't exactly been a question of 'why' as such, or even 'want'. )

Surprise! Your mother/a priest/an arch nemesis/the tax man/dinosaurs/your ex/a famous talk show host is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?!What had inclined Father Stephens to knock his aged knuckles on the blue doors of the incredibly blue police box in the middle of the road that day was something he would never be able to ( Read more... )

Is there a situation where it's appropriate to be unkind?On the fifth of October in the year 1930, a British airship crashed in France during its maiden overseas voyage to Karachi, called the R-101. A ruptured gas bag in the early hours of the morning caused the nose of the ship to drop and then a collision with a hill at 13 mph ignited the leaking ( Read more... )

"Doctor, do you ever change your clothes ( Read more... )

In a secluded corner on 19th century Earth, a vworping and a sort of muffled bang heralded the TARDIS' grand and hardly noticed arrival onto the scene of a crowded London street, complete with cobblestone roads and the smell of horses as carriages rushed by, with drivers yelling at people to get out of the way as they passed in a flurry of hooves ( Read more... )

There is a note pinned to a door that emanates fury and annoyance in the best way a door can- by standing there and defiantly staring at all who pass by it with a steely, wooden, and mostly non-existent glare, and by being completely, utterly, resolutely, comprehensibly... closed ( Read more... )

"Oh, my god." Charley whispered, voice frighteningly small and hand grabbing his arm so tightly he was beginning to fear that it would break off and live a life of its own as a quantity surveyor. "What is that thing?"

He could honestly say that he had no answer.

( What does it take to be considered a monster? )