Time to do some shopping. My look may be timeless, but even the timeless needs updating now and then.

Mutti? Vati?

Is it Christmas?

[ooc: Doc is in his lab. Bless his black little mad scientist heart, he's like a kid in a candy shop with this lab at his twelve little fingertips. Yes, there's an edit as my misfiring neurons finally decided to toss out Mutti and Vati to me.]

This is not a curse, this is a blessing!

And this sonic screwdriver is a joy.

The only part that is a curse is that I cannot keep such delightful toys past today.

[ooc: Doc will be reverse engineering his little black heart out today. All other projects can be put on hold while he investigates this delightful new tech.]

Go away. I'm busy.

Oh yes. Burn the witches.

Burn them!

[ooc: Unaffected but has a semi-canon love of immolation.]

Mogwai

Ja, Mogwai.

Es ist an der Zeit ein neues Wort zu lernen.

Vivisektion.

( ooc )

Whine, whine, whine.

Come give me blood samples and I'll give you a pill that will make the pain go away.

*sounds of singing, test tubes clinking, and occasional pained groans*

Click to view

[ooc: Beer, beer, beer. Doc's a happy camper. >>;; Yes, I know. Don't hit me.]

Schrodinger, did you leave this chocolate in my laboratory?

Delicious.

For that, you may go into my treat drawer and take the catnip treat of your choice.

...

I...

Think I may need to go out....

[ooc: I go to Hell today. Yes. Ow. Doc has had some of Desire/Belial's chocolate. LJ is sucking on pings again. Forewarned, etc.]

It won't stop whining.

I may have to disassemble it.

Private//Non-Euclideanly Unhackable
Anti-psychotics aren't helping. The hallucinations aren't stopping. What is the meaning of these images of being trapped in the dark? I am not claustrophobic.

[ooc: What? You thought Doc would be sentimental about his behbeh? As to the private part, well ( Read more... )