[So at 12 AM Paradisa time, Ten /was/ underneath the console, keeping himself busy with tinkering. Until... well, sudden appearance of weight on his wrist! He nearly bangs his head as he sits up to see wtf has happened --]

... What?

.... What?

-- I mean. Um. H'lo. Nice enough of you to drop in, but...

[ no even he can get away ]

I'm actually a clone, created from a hand and the DNA of Donna Noble. The hand belongs to the Doctor, Ten to be more specific. He doesn't realize I am here either.

I also committed Genocide, which is why he hates me, I wiped out an entire race because it was the right thing to do and I don't regret it.

[HE THOUGHT HE COULD GET AWAY]

I put on such a good façade, I sometimes fool myself.

[alors, the sound of the journal opening and Ten putting his feet up on the edge of the console as he sits on the Crappy Yellow Flight Chair of Crappiness. Dictated:]Good morning, Paradisa! Well, the last few days have certainly been pretty - sort of - interesting. I heard that it gets a bit mad 'round here, but this was a surprise. And not a whole ( Read more... )

[lo, the recorded sound of the TARDIS door slamming open, followed by an abrupt stop]

O -- ... kay, not quite what I was expecting. Bristly grass, nope; twin suns, double nope; very small locals, no cigar... where'd you land me this time, old girl? Nice view - nothing I recognize, though... very nice room. Good paintjob. Looks like we've checked ( Read more... )

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[weeeeeeell, it looks like his attempts to change the Master's mind actually /didn't/ work... because at some point during his morning tea, Ten's ability to speak disappeared.

... And, as we'll discover, ability to write, as well. Have some scribbles.]


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[ the first thing recorded is a groan, then shifting sounds like someone is waking up from a very stiff and uncomfortable sleep. Which he sorta is when you think about it, another groan and you can hear him sit up running his hands through his hair feeling like a bus had ran him over a few hundred times. ]

Wha-...

( ooc; loss over, fail!kiku ( Read more... )

[ the journal is knocked onto the floor and falls open, so the entire castle can hear a pained gasp, hiss and faint sobbing ]

no no no no stop stop stop... this... stop, no no, go away, stop stop... I can't...

[ a deep breathe ] Who... where why? How no no no no no, no more no more... please it hurts I can't, not her, please don't ---aah! [ ( Read more... )