[ Ten is avoiding the overly helpful ghosts like the plague, but he got a bit sick of just hanging in the TARDIS in his room. So! The TARDIS is now parked outside, there's a light dusting of snow on it to match the wreathe on the front from when Ten did a little decorating with York. And Ten's outside, just in his normal suit, trainers and trench ( Read more... )

[ There's a small tapping noise as Ten taps his pen against the journal before he starts thinking out loud, so to speak. ]

Something feels off. I think, after the holidays, I'm going to take a trip. Stretch my legs a bit... yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.

[ Poor Ten sounds terribly confused. The castle's homey feelings have been taking away some of ( Read more... )

[ It figures that the journal's open as Ten works on a little project in a room in the TARDIS. He's not paying much attention to anything except what he's working on at the moment, which would be digging in a garden and planting a little sapling with peculiar silver leaves. Around it are a few odd looking flowers with a sweet, heady smell to them ( Read more... )

[ Ten is milling round in the lobby, admiring the decorations, fiddling with his sonic screwdriver and being completely oblivious. He's heard about the random kissing that's been going 'round, but as it hasn't happened to him yet, he (foolishly) thinks that it's passed over him.

So. He plops on a bench to look around and opens up his journal. ] ( Read more... )

[ Ten's been tapping his pen against the journal for about a minute now as he thinks of hoe he wants to word this. It's another half a minute before he scribbles something down. ]

There's something... different about the castle. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's definitely something off.

( Doctors (of the Gallifreyan sort) )

So! Less than a month 'til Christmas then, eh? What do you lot do for the holidays? My Christmases always seem to have something going on, whether I like it or not.

[ There's a pause and the sound of turning pages-- looks like Ten's found an ollllld, old book. ]And I remember offering someone lessons in alien languages. The offer still stands, ( Read more... )

( Five, Three )

[ Ten's sitting in the lobby with his journal open next to him, feet kicked up and munching on some sweet or another. He's been brainstorming. This does not bode well. ]

You know what this place needs? A little shop. Everything's better when there's a little shop around.

[ There's more munching and a pause before Ten lets out a mouth-full, mmmmm ( Read more... )

Well. That was interesting.

Everyone alright, then? No missing limbs or anything?

( Five )

[ There may or may not be a small muffled noise as Ten accidentally drips some punch into the open journal. He tries in vain to wipe it off, before starting the entry. ]

Looks like the speculations about the castle doing something for Halloween were right. This doesn't seem to bad, though. Bit childish, to be sure, but not bad at all.

[ He ( Read more... )