Ahhhhh~ Good ol' December. Crisp air, precipitation of polygonal ice crystals, holiday cheer all around!

[There's the sound of something metal crashing to the floor as he says that, and with a wince the Doctor is putting down his NV and rushing just out of view for a moment, fiddling with and fixing whatever it was that crashed down before ( Read more... )

[There's a rather familiar face greeting those of Siren's Port today. One with rather fly-away (yet rather amazing) hair, a splattering of freckles across his nose, and skin sort of carrot-y thanks to the orange space-suit he'd arrived in.

Oh, and. He doesn't really look pleased to be here, to say the least.]

Rrrrrrrrrright then! As those ( Read more... )