-- and, oh, well, that's just RUDE, that's so many levels of RUDE, isn't it --
[ The video cuts in midsentence, the Doctor shaking the Faciliberry rather unceremoniously, and wildly brandishing a small, haphazardly scribbled upon sheet of notebook paper. ] Look, if you're going to spring unnecessary and sudden comas on a fellow, you need to not
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[ He taps his fingers against his lips, debating, because it's honestly hard for him to gauge! He knows all of space and time, backwards and forwards, can pick out any singular moment in history, but tell him if something was five minutes ago or twelve and he's at a loss. It's difficult to get it in order when you've done it all jumbled. ] Probably.
TERRIBLE, though, that sounds, well. Terrible. What sort of terrible are we talking here?
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This was more like "audio soundtrack of screams the entire week, along with tv videos of every gruesome thing to happen to people and buttons let you leave from the screaming but also let someone kill you in a horrible gruesome way" terrible.
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I think there's actually a picture of that. [ Weak attempt at a joke, as he scrubs at his chin and scratches spastically at his head. ] Next to 'terrible'.
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Missed? Moving pictures, sounds, of past bad things. Would not stop. Ooh, and big red buttons.
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Bad things? Bad things on the communicators? [ Or the televisions. ] What did the big red buttons do?
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... do not know really ... but ... took people away. Said escape, that would be alright, but ... do not trust.
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Never trust a captor -- No, never trust a man who doesn't show you his face, captor or friend alike. He's invariably a liar. They didn't escape.
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... So yeah. There's that. [It's not like she missed seeing your dumb face around or anything, Doctor.] Also, I was joking about those romance novels. Find me some comic books about zombie hookers with your dewy decimal powers.
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You and -- No, you can't be -- With Pond, that's just -- Awful and -- No. No! No. I forbid it. [ Pointing. So much pointing. ] Forbidden! From any and all being in cahoots!
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[This smile is the most devilish and adorable smile anyone has ever smiled. She's like an evil little Pomeranian or something. With the teeth and the cute and the mischief.]
I'm making membership cards.
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[ There have never been words more accurate for Kenzi's plotting smile than 'evil little Pomeranian. ]
Oh, you are so being separated. Where is she? Where are you hiding Amy? I'm cutting off this plotting before it can transpire.
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His expression turns serious now.] Be glad that you missed things, because they were not pleasant in the least.
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[ okay he's going to stop talking about bowties on his timelord dong now, there's much more siriusserious topics at hand ]
Yes. Yes, so I've been hearing. Buttons and things.
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[Yes, he will gladly go along with not talking about bowtied dongs.]
Big red buttons of death apparently. Seems people are coming back all injured after they 'quit' last week's experiment.
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[ That's probably the best course of action. ]
So -- They get the button, all shiny and tempting, promised reprieve from the experiment - experiments? - and will thusly, in desperation, push it. They -- disappear then, I'm assuming, to be taken. Wherever.
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[Smirking at you like forever. Forever.]
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[ Solemn look u_u ]
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[Not working, dude. Try harder!]
How's coma? Fun?
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[ Fun? ] Boring. [ No, that's not the right word; he thinks for a moment. ] Strangely violating, is it supposed to feel like that after you're unfortunately snatched out of your impromptu kidnappee bedroom because I feel like... I'm not wearing enough clothing...
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