[And here we have Ten and Rose, on the astral plane, having just been fencing.

...and they've just managed to stab each other.

Did I mention they're wearing fancy party clothes that are currently slightly torn up because of the stabbing? Yes, they're stupid. Don't act like this is news.]

...ow.

Y'know, Doctor. Mum's gonna kill us.

[so, the Doctor and Rose got rather bored and needed a pick-me-up/cheer up thing. This? Was totally all Rose's idea. You'll see them both standing there, the Doctor dressed like this a.k.a. his Sixth's clothes and Rose is dressed like this a.k.a a wedding gown ( Read more... )

[you all remember that chunk of beach the Doctor dragged up to the astral plane, don't you? Of course you do! Well, he's standing at it. In the snow. Yes, there's snow. The water is still lapping up on the shore but the sandy beach is mixed with snow. Most of the snow is gathered around the palm trees. The trees themselves have multi-coloured orbs ( Read more... )

[cross-legged on the 'floor', sitting up a bit straighter than normal thanks to the tight bandages wrapped around his abdomen. they can't be seen, though. only indication of anything is that he's wearing his shirt and coat without the tie and jacket. no converses either, though his socks and the bottoms of his trousers are covered in sand. well ( Read more... )

[has taken off his coat and checks it over. looks rather disappointed to find a slash down the side]

My coat... [sighs] Most priests don't have swords, you know. Well, all right. Some priests do. Just it isn't exactly good for them to bang on about peace and then try to run me through.

[considers silently for a moment] Erm, Lucia, this isn't as ( Read more... )

[have part of a jungle, everyone. The Doctor has dragged several palm trees with him and a grassy area that fades to white sand beach and yes, even the edges of the water. So there's random water lapping up on the random beach with the Doctor sitting under a random tropical tree, staring up into space]...Ohh, that's the Cassiopeia galaxy. Thought ( Read more... )

[The Master is ambling along, hands clasped behind his back, an air of disinterest to his person]

[This is in great contrast to his companion, the Doctor, who is smiling quietly]

[after some time, in a light, callous voice, the Master speaks] I feel minds. Echoes of our own.

...Hm? Oh, that's interesting, isn't it? I wonder which ones. [ ( Read more... )