[Paris was fun. Really fun. He'd had a blast, touring the city and seeing the sights. But now they were back in the castle, and honestly, that hit him a bit harder than he expected it to. But, he'd allowed himself some time to mull it over, and now, he has a matter that needs tending to:

Christmas presents. Belated Christmas presents, but none-the- ( Read more... )

( Filtered to Aradia )

My job.

Is.

Architecture.

God. Bless.

[he hates his life and paradisa forever.]

[There's a soft, deep humming of I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas coming from the kitchen, coupled with a delicious aroma of gingerbread cookies. Inside, Ted, appropriately dressed in an apron and with some kitchen gloves, takes out a tray full of misshapen cookies. Undeterred by their unfortunate looks, he continues to hum as he places it on some ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Aradia's Friends and those concerned about her general well-being. Occurs some time after this.]

Hey guys. [Ted's tone is casual, but a bit drained and definitely a bit on-edge]

...Aradia's back in her room. She's-- [Broken? Offline?]-- out cold.

[A sigh.] Whatever she was doing with the TARDIS' heart, or whatever... It took a lot ( Read more... )

( ----Actiony Cut---- )

[For a few seconds, there's not much except for harsh gasping, as though someone had been running for their life (they had). Then, there's a deep inhale, and a short silence as though that someone is trying to remain hidden from someone else (they are). Finally, there's a released breath, and ( Read more... )

[Ted was randomly fliipping through the pages of the journal before deciding to go back to the New Year; about five months before he arrived. He read around until an entry caught his attention. Brow drawn together, he read it, until a curious musing slipped out of him.]

Who're Flora and Goldfleck?

[The silence draws out for awhile as Ted scans what ( Read more... )

This is weird. I'm used to the castle being an asshole, but not this much of an asshole.

[Ted's just walking along the parameters of the castle, rambling lightly into the journal as he does so.]

Anybody with some good night-vision who can see inside? ..Hm?

[It's then that Ted comes onto the graveyard. The leaf pile-up isn't too bad, yet, and ( Read more... )

[Did you know? Drinking while you're upside-down is difficult!

But Ted, why are you upside down?

Well, Ted's been granted another loss. Lucky him. This time, however, his species has been unchanged. And Ted is kind of wishing that weren't the case, because having gravity flipped for him is rather disorienting and terribly inconvenient.

Thankfully, ( Read more... )