Ten
[dictated]
Not talking about the --
Ahh, caught myself that time.
-- the current events. Check out the past sixty or so pages, I'm sure that should suffice for information. And if not, well, you're clearly either illiterate or not paying attention!
Anyway! I'm sure I can find something new and interesting to talk about. Like the weather. Or the drapes. Or long division. ... Scratch that, no, I can't.
Kaylee! How're you holding up? Got your hearing back, I presume. (Sorry, I'm a little behind on the times. That's ironic.) Well, next time you're not busy, drop me a line. I could use an extra pair of hands in my TARDIS repairs. And thanks for lunch, by the way. It was absolutely scrumptious, and no, I'm not just saying that because I'm a nice person. That's only half of it. [drawn ':P'] See? You even get an emoticon to demonstrate the fact I'm being cheeky. [scribbled in hastily afterwards] And happy belated birthday! I'm afraid I don't have anything for you just yet, so bear with me...
Valentine! Where've you been, mate? It's been ages, I'm beginning to miss clogging up the page with conversation. Found someone better to talk to, have you? [drawn ';D']
Rose! ... ah, Rose. All right?
[dictated in Gallifreyan]
And Master, I'll answer your question here for the fact that I don't feel like fishing through all those entries about puppies: the TARDIS, she'll only work as far as turning on; any kind of coordinate input doesn't want to cooperate. I've checked the Vortex tubes and the engines, adjusted some things here and there, but nothing's working. Not to mention, as I said once to Kaylee, getting out of here would probably take the amount of energy a few burning cities generates. -- And before you say anything, no, we aren't burning anything. So sorry.
Anyway, I would love to know why your TARDIS is getting around the castle when it's obvious mine's not going anywhere. Any theories aside from the fact yours is a bette [obliterated!] ?
[back to English]
All right, and the last thing on the playbill for today: I've been seeing quite a few new faces around here! Well, first off, I'll tell you to make yourselves comfortable. Kitchen's on the first floor, watch out for random sword-slash-gun-slash-fist fights and remember that there's a lift if you'd rather not get some exercise and take the stairs. That it? -- Well, I'm sure you lot can figure the rest out for yourselves, not going to give it all away... Oh! And I'm the Doctor. Well, I'm Ten. Some of you may have met a bloke calling himself Nine; he's the Doctor, too.
Nice meeting you all. Now I'm off to get myself a sandwich.
Not talking about the --
Ahh, caught myself that time.
-- the current events. Check out the past sixty or so pages, I'm sure that should suffice for information. And if not, well, you're clearly either illiterate or not paying attention!
Anyway! I'm sure I can find something new and interesting to talk about. Like the weather. Or the drapes. Or long division. ... Scratch that, no, I can't.
Kaylee! How're you holding up? Got your hearing back, I presume. (Sorry, I'm a little behind on the times. That's ironic.) Well, next time you're not busy, drop me a line. I could use an extra pair of hands in my TARDIS repairs. And thanks for lunch, by the way. It was absolutely scrumptious, and no, I'm not just saying that because I'm a nice person. That's only half of it. [drawn ':P'] See? You even get an emoticon to demonstrate the fact I'm being cheeky. [scribbled in hastily afterwards] And happy belated birthday! I'm afraid I don't have anything for you just yet, so bear with me...
Valentine! Where've you been, mate? It's been ages, I'm beginning to miss clogging up the page with conversation. Found someone better to talk to, have you? [drawn ';D']
Rose! ... ah, Rose. All right?
[dictated in Gallifreyan]
And Master, I'll answer your question here for the fact that I don't feel like fishing through all those entries about puppies: the TARDIS, she'll only work as far as turning on; any kind of coordinate input doesn't want to cooperate. I've checked the Vortex tubes and the engines, adjusted some things here and there, but nothing's working. Not to mention, as I said once to Kaylee, getting out of here would probably take the amount of energy a few burning cities generates. -- And before you say anything, no, we aren't burning anything. So sorry.
Anyway, I would love to know why your TARDIS is getting around the castle when it's obvious mine's not going anywhere. Any theories aside from the fact yours is a bette [obliterated!] ?
[back to English]
All right, and the last thing on the playbill for today: I've been seeing quite a few new faces around here! Well, first off, I'll tell you to make yourselves comfortable. Kitchen's on the first floor, watch out for random sword-slash-gun-slash-fist fights and remember that there's a lift if you'd rather not get some exercise and take the stairs. That it? -- Well, I'm sure you lot can figure the rest out for yourselves, not going to give it all away... Oh! And I'm the Doctor. Well, I'm Ten. Some of you may have met a bloke calling himself Nine; he's the Doctor, too.
Nice meeting you all. Now I'm off to get myself a sandwich.