.087 [Video] Truth flood = TMI
[Private to Drake]
Drake. [The first time Narvin’s called him by his first name and not the more formal and distancing “Mr. Stone”]
As you already know, I’m going away for a little while with Kay on our new time machine. I want to make it clear that I’m not abandoning you, despite what some people, like that wretch Moriarty, might say. You shouldn’t listen to him; he’s a manipulative bastard and he insulted my clothing. I promise you that I’ll come back. Not because I’m filled with love and caring and a deep desire to help people--I’m not. In fact, I'm an awful person with an underdeveloped sense of empathy. But I am more fond of you than I anticipated being. Your openness and honesty is both utterly perplexing and rather endearing. But the fact of the matter is, you’re the salvation of Gallifrey. I redeem you and I get a cure to the epidemic that’s sweeping over my planet and destroying us. And, as I’m sure many people here can tell you, my obsessive loyalty to Gallifrey borders on the pathological. Also, I hate leaving tasks half-done. So, you see, I will most certainly be back.
But I need to see if this new TARDIS works as it should, make sure my friends haven’t been assassinated yet, probably check up on Kay’s planet to make sure aliens haven’t invaded, plus, it will be nice to have sex with Kay without worrying about whether the delinquent child next door might hear.
If there’s anything you’d like from your world, a keepsake, information, hair gel, the very sad obituaries your fans wrote when you died, anything so long as you won’t kill anyone with it, I’ll see what I can do to get it for you.
((OOC: Aaaaand, Narvin will be away with Kay for the next while, fending off alien invasions, getting blown up, stopping coup attempts...a nice little vacation.))
Drake. [The first time Narvin’s called him by his first name and not the more formal and distancing “Mr. Stone”]
As you already know, I’m going away for a little while with Kay on our new time machine. I want to make it clear that I’m not abandoning you, despite what some people, like that wretch Moriarty, might say. You shouldn’t listen to him; he’s a manipulative bastard and he insulted my clothing. I promise you that I’ll come back. Not because I’m filled with love and caring and a deep desire to help people--I’m not. In fact, I'm an awful person with an underdeveloped sense of empathy. But I am more fond of you than I anticipated being. Your openness and honesty is both utterly perplexing and rather endearing. But the fact of the matter is, you’re the salvation of Gallifrey. I redeem you and I get a cure to the epidemic that’s sweeping over my planet and destroying us. And, as I’m sure many people here can tell you, my obsessive loyalty to Gallifrey borders on the pathological. Also, I hate leaving tasks half-done. So, you see, I will most certainly be back.
But I need to see if this new TARDIS works as it should, make sure my friends haven’t been assassinated yet, probably check up on Kay’s planet to make sure aliens haven’t invaded, plus, it will be nice to have sex with Kay without worrying about whether the delinquent child next door might hear.
If there’s anything you’d like from your world, a keepsake, information, hair gel, the very sad obituaries your fans wrote when you died, anything so long as you won’t kill anyone with it, I’ll see what I can do to get it for you.
((OOC: Aaaaand, Narvin will be away with Kay for the next while, fending off alien invasions, getting blown up, stopping coup attempts...a nice little vacation.))