first ✧ [video] ❝there's a man from outer space asking me if I will race❞
[A green light and high-pitched ringing precedes a face coming into view, too close at first, and then pulling away to reveal ridiculous floppy hair and a blue bowtie. The journal is clearly propped up against something to record.]
OOOOH! [a loud, excited voice, not a hint of fear or uncertainty] Wonderful! Working again, eh! Good, good, excellent, yes...[he trails off, his mind clearly elsewhere, studying the camera with a comical squint] Interesting...
Anyway! [he steps back and claps his hands, rubbing them together and grinning] New world, always exciting, getting a gander at the local tech, y'know, but that's not important. What's important is this! [insert a dancey little twirl to show off his fluffy brown wings.] WINGS! I've never had wings before, not ever, not that I can remember anyway, maybe there's something I'm forgetting, but I doubt it, but who knows, at least it's not two heads. Nothing wrong with two heads but I don't fancy having to shave twice. Wings! Wings are cool! [he wiggles exaggeratedly, like an ice cube was just dropped down the back of his shirt] Bit useless though; that's rubbish, giving a man wings and not letting him fly about like a pixie or a little bird or, y'know, something else that flies about. Just playing with one's feelings, getting me all excited. Almost makes me want to have a talk with whoever's in charge around here.
[The man grins for a moment, looking straight into the camera, but as he steps forward, the expression fades into something with a lot more gravity, something older that doesn't seem as though it should suit his youthful appearance.] Actually, that's not a bad idea. Now, love a good forest, me. Wings? Hah! You should've seen the ears on me once--wings are nothing. So far so good, but you had to go and muck it all up, didn't you. You see, you took my friends, and now I can't seem to find them.
[Now his tone grows more conversational, and he paces around has he continues] Talk about anatomy, Rory's nose, a bit hard to miss, and if Amy isn't shouting her red Scottish head off where I can hear then we have a problem, you and me, whoever you are. [the pacing stops; he frowns at the camera again and sets his jaw.] This communications network is connected to hundreds of devices, probably one for every inhabitant you let go free, and I can't find them. You've got my TARDIS, you've got my friends, and you're going to give them back to me, or--and I can promise you this--you're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life as the moment where everything [he pauses for emphasis] went wrong.
[For a few beats of silence, the man is absolutely still for the first time since the recording began. Finally, he clears his throat and steps back, pulling at the braces beneath his jacket and straightening is bowtie, grinning once again.]
As for the rest of you though, hello! I'm called the Doctor. Anyone seen a blue box?
[[OOC ETA: will be getting back to tags soon, sorry for the slowness!]]
OOOOH! [a loud, excited voice, not a hint of fear or uncertainty] Wonderful! Working again, eh! Good, good, excellent, yes...[he trails off, his mind clearly elsewhere, studying the camera with a comical squint] Interesting...
Anyway! [he steps back and claps his hands, rubbing them together and grinning] New world, always exciting, getting a gander at the local tech, y'know, but that's not important. What's important is this! [insert a dancey little twirl to show off his fluffy brown wings.] WINGS! I've never had wings before, not ever, not that I can remember anyway, maybe there's something I'm forgetting, but I doubt it, but who knows, at least it's not two heads. Nothing wrong with two heads but I don't fancy having to shave twice. Wings! Wings are cool! [he wiggles exaggeratedly, like an ice cube was just dropped down the back of his shirt] Bit useless though; that's rubbish, giving a man wings and not letting him fly about like a pixie or a little bird or, y'know, something else that flies about. Just playing with one's feelings, getting me all excited. Almost makes me want to have a talk with whoever's in charge around here.
[The man grins for a moment, looking straight into the camera, but as he steps forward, the expression fades into something with a lot more gravity, something older that doesn't seem as though it should suit his youthful appearance.] Actually, that's not a bad idea. Now, love a good forest, me. Wings? Hah! You should've seen the ears on me once--wings are nothing. So far so good, but you had to go and muck it all up, didn't you. You see, you took my friends, and now I can't seem to find them.
[Now his tone grows more conversational, and he paces around has he continues] Talk about anatomy, Rory's nose, a bit hard to miss, and if Amy isn't shouting her red Scottish head off where I can hear then we have a problem, you and me, whoever you are. [the pacing stops; he frowns at the camera again and sets his jaw.] This communications network is connected to hundreds of devices, probably one for every inhabitant you let go free, and I can't find them. You've got my TARDIS, you've got my friends, and you're going to give them back to me, or--and I can promise you this--you're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life as the moment where everything [he pauses for emphasis] went wrong.
[For a few beats of silence, the man is absolutely still for the first time since the recording began. Finally, he clears his throat and steps back, pulling at the braces beneath his jacket and straightening is bowtie, grinning once again.]
As for the rest of you though, hello! I'm called the Doctor. Anyone seen a blue box?
[[OOC ETA: will be getting back to tags soon, sorry for the slowness!]]