We need to talk.

I hope you'll leave me the address of your drop box, because I have a bottle of tequila with your name on it.

Don't suppose you're looking for reporters?

Hello, Chicago ( Read more... )

( Liveblog aggregate - is that a contradiction in terms? - from the Conrad Hotel. )

• 13:29 GOOD AFTERNOON, CHICAGO. Dmitri Lang here, checking out the beta version of some nifty new liveblogging psychic journal software.
• 13:33 testing, testing, testing...
• 13:33 ˙˙˙ƃuıʇsǝʇ 'ƃuıʇsǝʇ 'ƃuıʇsǝʇ
• 13:36 тестинг, тестинг, тестинг...
• 13:37 Lookin' good, Chicago Area journal network. See you with the freshest news. :)

So, um, I just realized that even odds say I've just dumped data in the Doctor's docket which will drive him into a mighty Time Lord Avoidant Phase, depending on his relationships with his previous lives, one of which apparently just tumbled through Our Pal Osscy the Giant Transuniversal Rift. So if you don't see him for a week or so, that's ( Read more... )

So, you're gonna have to tell me why a You Version II just came through the Conrad Hotel rift with a penchant for short hair and leather jackets, 'cause I really want to know.

I mean I really want to know.

[LOCKED to Tosh, Des, the Doctor, Donna, Vincent, Babel, Ianto, Gwen, Sam, Juliet, Alex, Marshall, Bristow, Faraday, and a not insignificant number of NPCs]

RUMORS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED.

I am having a pizza party.

All of you are coming because I know where you all live.

{{date, time and location are written here}}

{{OOC: BACKDATED LIKE BURNING to, um, January 2nd or so.}}

I AM ALIVE

And I am *very* *loopy*, Chicago, for lo they have put me on the good drugs. and the antibiotics.

Someone tell me everything that happened in this city since the beginning of november.

{{OOC: In a hurried scrawl just before the midnight heralding the Tenth Plague}}

Well, Chicago, time to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Bon voyage!