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[Narvin's in his own cabin instead of Kay's and *furious*. And speaking in Gallifreyan.]
Which one of you thought it would be funny to break into my room, go through my papers, and deface my copy of the Gallifrey constitution? ...Doctor? [The name has a Gallifreyan suffix added to indicate something in the past. In this case, he uses it to refer to the younger Doctor.]
[Private Notes]
Sergeant Harris = David Harris, presumably.
Buffy Summers
Spartan Soldier = Det. Hoffman (evidence: helmet)
Second World War Soldier = unknown
Creature = unknown (something from Arthas' world? mind in sword. familiar. Arthas or Chromie?)
Man in Armour = unknown
[Narvin is contemplating whether to approach the people his flood-self harmed and apologize, or to just try to bury the whole matter. In the end he decides to do what Time Lords (and the CIA especially) do best: repress, bury, cover up, and pretend the mistake didn't happen. (And ignore the thing inside his head that remembers the brutality with pleasure.)]
*****
[Letter to Santa]
Dear Santa Admiral:
For my present this Christmas I’d like to be exempt from being forced to celebrate an alien holiday against my will. But since I know you won’t give me that gift as I’m being compelled to write this letter, I’ll settle for the following.
For Drake: Something shiny and appropriately morbid. Also an appletini and graduation.
For Mr. Pinkman: Some music appropriate for his age and era.
For Miss Parker: a sonic blaster
For the Doctor (the tolerable one): A pair of spoons. Large serving spoons with the Prydonian seal on them.
For the Doctor (the incarnation with the fashion sense of a two-year-old left alone with rainbow finger paint): a drab Gallifreyan robe of the sort associated with low ranking technicians
For Braxiatel: A copy of the Laws of Time, framed. Make it an old copy, one of the ancient manuscripts. If they’re in artefact form, he might actually pay attention to them. Include a note that says something along those lines, as well.
For Omega: Better taste in lovers. Also, research on some of the latest breakthroughs in temporal engineering back on Gallifrey. Perhaps Chronon Iso-Particles in Z-space: Studies in multi-universal temporal wave dynamics
For Det. Hoffman: a few new suits appropriate to his era and career. Professional.
For Arthas: a lump of coal And a note saying that he might find it useful next time he tries to set himself on fire. Ignore that second one, Admiral. I still want his help with Drake.
For Rassilon: A copy of A Time Tot’s Primer to the Nonintervention Policy with a note that says that he needs to brush up on our most fundamental tradition.
For Mr. Nygma: a “Santa Claus” hat [Narvin has never forgotten last Christmas and those pictures.]
I'll arrange Kay's gift myself.
-Narvin
Which one of you thought it would be funny to break into my room, go through my papers, and deface my copy of the Gallifrey constitution? ...Doctor? [The name has a Gallifreyan suffix added to indicate something in the past. In this case, he uses it to refer to the younger Doctor.]
[Private Notes]
Sergeant Harris = David Harris, presumably.
Buffy Summers
Spartan Soldier = Det. Hoffman (evidence: helmet)
Second World War Soldier = unknown
Creature = unknown (something from Arthas' world? mind in sword. familiar. Arthas or Chromie?)
Man in Armour = unknown
[Narvin is contemplating whether to approach the people his flood-self harmed and apologize, or to just try to bury the whole matter. In the end he decides to do what Time Lords (and the CIA especially) do best: repress, bury, cover up, and pretend the mistake didn't happen. (And ignore the thing inside his head that remembers the brutality with pleasure.)]
*****
[Letter to Santa]
Dear Santa Admiral:
For my present this Christmas I’d like to be exempt from being forced to celebrate an alien holiday against my will. But since I know you won’t give me that gift as I’m being compelled to write this letter, I’ll settle for the following.
For Drake: Something shiny and appropriately morbid. Also an appletini and graduation.
For Mr. Pinkman: Some music appropriate for his age and era.
For Miss Parker: a sonic blaster
For the Doctor (the tolerable one): A pair of spoons. Large serving spoons with the Prydonian seal on them.
For the Doctor (the incarnation with the fashion sense of a two-year-old left alone with rainbow finger paint): a drab Gallifreyan robe of the sort associated with low ranking technicians
For Braxiatel: A copy of the Laws of Time, framed. Make it an old copy, one of the ancient manuscripts. If they’re in artefact form, he might actually pay attention to them. Include a note that says something along those lines, as well.
For Omega: Better taste in lovers. Also, research on some of the latest breakthroughs in temporal engineering back on Gallifrey. Perhaps Chronon Iso-Particles in Z-space: Studies in multi-universal temporal wave dynamics
For Det. Hoffman: a few new suits appropriate to his era and career. Professional.
For Arthas: a lump of coal And a note saying that he might find it useful next time he tries to set himself on fire. Ignore that second one, Admiral. I still want his help with Drake.
For Rassilon: A copy of A Time Tot’s Primer to the Nonintervention Policy with a note that says that he needs to brush up on our most fundamental tradition.
For Mr. Nygma: a “Santa Claus” hat [Narvin has never forgotten last Christmas and those pictures.]
I'll arrange Kay's gift myself.
-Narvin