[So, basically, the Doctor is sitting under a tree in a nice patch of blue grass, writing away in a notepad. He frowns as he reads it over before just scribbling it all out, tearing the paper up. The paper, luckily for him, degrades into nothing by the time it reaches the ground. He keeps writing, ever hopeful, pausing as if mulling over his words ( Read more... )

[have a Doctor and Handy show up on the Plane. They've been linked for a couple days now]

....and on top of all that, this is kidnapping too, I'll have you know.

[The Doctor scowls.] It isn't kidnapping! How exactly is this kidnapping considering you've got me on this, too? [He grabs the chain and shakes it.]

Well you're not the one who was ( Read more... )

[A man, who looks identical to one particular incarnation of the Master, walks through the Plane. He is calm, hands clasped together and hidden in the folds of the Presidential Robes of Rassilon. Around his neck is the Sash of Rassilon; in his hand, the Rod of Rassilon. He also happens to be wearing the Footwear of Rassilon - that is, sandals. ( Read more... )

[The Doctor is back around! Well, more or less. He technically didn't leave, he's just been avoiding the Plane entirely. He would rather still be away but lately he prefers sitting somewhere away from the TARDIS while he does his work. It’s more relaxing to take a stroll through space ( Read more... )

[Now that it's exactly a month later yet again, it's time for the Doctor to appear! He is unaware of the movie plot for no apparent reason, except that he is surrounded by crates of legos, so he's been busy ADDing. They boxes line up taller than him and he is currently counting them.]

Mmm, might need a few more crates. [glances around the crates ( Read more... )

[Everyone missed the Doctor, right? Of course. But today is a bit different ( Read more... )

[There is a ninja somewhere off to the side of the Plane kitchen. Actually, no, he's not a ninja. He's a Time Lord trying to cook in private. And by 'cook' I mean he's having too much fun flipping the pancake to actually cook it properly. That poor pancake. Pity it. It's being juggled in the pan. But he's dragged over enough equipment and ( Read more... )

[The Doctor appears, looking relatively pleased, except something seems to be nagging him. It's called 'sand'. He's just a bit dirty and seats himself on the Astral floor, pulling off his trainers and dumping sand out of them]

Trainers and deserts really don't mix... Shouldn't have parked out there. [he pounds on the sole of the shoe, wiggling his ( Read more... )

[SOMEONE IS SCRUFFY. And serious. For there is serious business to attend to. So serious, he can't bother shaving. Mmm, scruffy. I mean--]

Erm, selves? Self-selfs. ...Other mes. Anyway. Don't suppose I could have a word?

[by popular demand and AIM dice, have a Doctor. He's sitting on his beach - surprise surprise, I know - and for once he's just chilling. Sure, there's a box near him but it's not especially interesting looking. It's currently acting as a table for a pile of books ( Read more... )