log 003 ✮ video/failed!filter to TARDIS
F I L T E R ▶ T A R D I S ✖ F A I L E D
So, TARDIS... sexy... no, TARDIS. No... That's not quite...
Right then. "Sexy".
[ The Doctor looks to be in a... rather sorry state. For one thing, his jacket is singed. For another, he's missing a shoe, of all things.
But, he's still smiling. To be honest, he's probably just happy that he was able to actually turn his NV on with no obvious side-effects. ]
I've been thinking. You and I haven't had a proper adventure alone in some time. Not without Amy or Rose or... whomever pops up, but a real, proper [ date ] adventure. So, if you're free next Wednesday- oh of course you're free next Wednesday. What I mean to say is...
[ He tosses the NV up, and then catches it, but not without fumbling with it first. ]
I think it's time we had a proper adventure with just the two of us. Starting with dinner. If you'd fancy dinner.
Now, this begs the question as to why I would be asking you about this over the network rather than doing it in person... And well, I had meant to ask you this morning, but then, there was this incident with the toaster and the washing machine and... I was just...
[ Distracted? Extremely cross? Giddy?
Well, whatever it is, neither the Port nor the TARDIS is ever going to know, because... ]
No.
[ Right at this very moment, the Doctor realises that his conversation is not quite as private as he might have wanted it. That the whole network might have heard him call his ship 'sexy'. Twice.
Of all the- ]
No. No no no no no. First it was the toaster, then my shoe in the washing machine, and now... How does a shoe even end up a washing machine?!
[ Pause. He checks a conveniently-located calendar right next to him, then looks back into the feed, this time intentionally addressing the Port. ]
And before anyone starts up with that "Friday the 13th" rubbish, I'd just like to remind everyone that there is nothing particularly unlucky about the number 13 and the day, Friday. In fact, most planets have a day that they consider unlucky Monday the 10th, Star Day 35... and the list can just go on and on.
Numbers are powerful things, but to associate days and luck is just...
[ there's a pause, as he here's a noise in the background. ]
Hold on. I'll be right back.
[ But the Doctor never comes back. Instead, there is a yelp of shock and some substance that suspiciously resembles custard that goes flying across the room as the feed finally terminates. ]
So, TARDIS... sexy... no, TARDIS. No... That's not quite...
Right then. "Sexy".
[ The Doctor looks to be in a... rather sorry state. For one thing, his jacket is singed. For another, he's missing a shoe, of all things.
But, he's still smiling. To be honest, he's probably just happy that he was able to actually turn his NV on with no obvious side-effects. ]
I've been thinking. You and I haven't had a proper adventure alone in some time. Not without Amy or Rose or... whomever pops up, but a real, proper [ date ] adventure. So, if you're free next Wednesday- oh of course you're free next Wednesday. What I mean to say is...
[ He tosses the NV up, and then catches it, but not without fumbling with it first. ]
I think it's time we had a proper adventure with just the two of us. Starting with dinner. If you'd fancy dinner.
Now, this begs the question as to why I would be asking you about this over the network rather than doing it in person... And well, I had meant to ask you this morning, but then, there was this incident with the toaster and the washing machine and... I was just...
[ Distracted? Extremely cross? Giddy?
Well, whatever it is, neither the Port nor the TARDIS is ever going to know, because... ]
No.
[ Right at this very moment, the Doctor realises that his conversation is not quite as private as he might have wanted it. That the whole network might have heard him call his ship 'sexy'. Twice.
Of all the- ]
No. No no no no no. First it was the toaster, then my shoe in the washing machine, and now... How does a shoe even end up a washing machine?!
[ Pause. He checks a conveniently-located calendar right next to him, then looks back into the feed, this time intentionally addressing the Port. ]
And before anyone starts up with that "Friday the 13th" rubbish, I'd just like to remind everyone that there is nothing particularly unlucky about the number 13 and the day, Friday. In fact, most planets have a day that they consider unlucky Monday the 10th, Star Day 35... and the list can just go on and on.
Numbers are powerful things, but to associate days and luck is just...
[ there's a pause, as he here's a noise in the background. ]
Hold on. I'll be right back.
[ But the Doctor never comes back. Instead, there is a yelp of shock and some substance that suspiciously resembles custard that goes flying across the room as the feed finally terminates. ]