[a sharp, loud whistle sounds across the Plane, the Doctor at the source of the sound with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. after discreetly wiping his fingers off, he holds up a Betamax tape in his other hand. one might also notice his hair has been done up in a pompadour. (and really, he hasn't bothered restyling it yet.)]Hello, you lot! Glad ( Read more... )

[in some parts of the world and the universe, it is July 25th. for a Time Lord, it is always July 25th somewhere at some time (as well as many other days if we really wish to get complicated and pedantic), and today is no exception. now, the Doctor isn't always on-time; in fact, he often misses things nine times out of ten, so when he actually ( Read more... )

[many thoughts cross the Doctor's mind as he crosses a particularly starry patch of the Plane; thoughts like, "Wasn't there blood all around here a moment ago?", "Well, since there isn't any blood, I don't have to worry about ruining another pair of trainers!", and "Blimey, I wonder how many I've got left. Probably should look into procuring some ( Read more... )

[a great plume of dust appears along with two tall, skinny people covered head to foot in said dust, as well as a lovely mix of sand and whatever else might have been on the grounds outside of a munitions factory (now former). despite their extremely dirty appearance, both men appear to be in high spirits even if they are a bit wounded thanks to ( Read more... )

[the Doctor, now no longer the Valeyard, sits cross-legged on the Plane ground with his back resting against the exterior of a batting cage he randomly found, a broken and burnt device in his hand. laid open next to him is his toolbox, with a few tools lying on ground near him, like his vrinkle grubber, 542 lever, influx booster stabiliser, moog ( Read more... )

[on the Plane arrives a man who certainly is familiar by now, but there is something...off about him. sure, there is still an air of confidence (that some may say borders on arrogance) about him, but this one is far more palpable. he carries himself differently: shoulders back and more attentive; a hand casually stuffed into a trouser pocket ( Read more... )

[the Doctor stands outside the library, Meredith's words of caution from the projection surfacing in one of his many passing thoughts ( Read more... )

[currently, the Doctor is crawling on the floor in the entrance of the ballroom, occasionally stopping to look and feel under the couches for something. he doesn't show it, but he's been rather shaken up--and he certainly is not happy]

Come on out! I know you're here somewhere. You've got to be! I felt you before you--[he pauses, his hand ( Read more... )

[after sending out several packages in the Plane's postbox, the Doctor heads to the theatre to set up for the meeting. soon, a sign outside the theatre that says "Marathon of classic films made during Britain's Golden Age begins today!" hangs from over the entrance. the smell of popcorn permeates the air and indeed, a special popcorn machine is ( Read more... )

[suddenly, without ceremony or the preceding sound of a blue police box tearing through and bending the very fabric of space and time, a tall, skinny figure in a pinstripe suit and long, brown coat appears on the Plane, but he is far too engaged in examining the object in his hand to notice where he is, or rather where he is now as opposed to ( Read more... )