Nothing ever lasts very long in this city, but my, my, have you people made quite the mess of it this time. Will someone care to fill me in as to just how this entire fiasco got started? I'd like to know who to blame for the fact that I now have to find a way to rebuild a good quarter of my house. Physical labor has never been my thing ( Read more... )

Fire, death, and destruction. Ah, it's just like how my home planet was starting to get. but with far less giant metal pepper shakers and far more....whatever the hell is causing all of this. To be honest, it's difficult to keep track or pay attention. Well! The heroes always come around to inevitably save the day, now, don't they? And that's ( Read more... )

Hmmmmm. You know, I think that I've come to a realization. If I were to go by Earth time--and oh, these calculations are annoying--I believe that today would technically be my birthday. Sort of. Depends on if you count time when I was dead, how you factor in my time as a human, but ( Read more... )

New Year's Eve. Humans really do love their holidays around this time of the year, don't they? One after the other after the other and oh, you just never give it a break.

I'm terribly bored right now, so why don't I open up a little poll question? Tell me, fellow citizens, just how do you celebrate this holiday? Any traditions? I'm wondering just ( Read more... )

[The Master does not exactly look as if he's in the best of states. His normally immacuate shirt is stained with blood, a smear of it dried on his cheek. But it isn't his. His eyes are tired and he looks clearly worn down, exhausted.

Defeated.

Even his voice is hoarse when he speaks.]A public service announcement to whoever is friends with the ( Read more... )

Ah, it's been nice to be back in my own body. Last week wasn't particularly what I would call pleasant, though we've had worse tricks played on us by the Animus. Not that I'm any more pleased with them, of course.

It really is strange to watch seasons pass by sequentially in an Earth fashion. Time Lord and all, I hardly lived my lives in anything ( Read more... )

[It may look and sound like the Doctor on screen now, but it's actually the Master, still stuck in his body. The Time Lord looks more than a little worn out, and he's rubbing his temples.]

Your damned brain is too weak to properly deal with this, Doctor. You already owe me quite a bit, and this is going on your tab--and it's going to be a sizable ( Read more... )

I've been insane most of my life, but this--this is something else.

[The Master is trying to look amused, but to anyone who knows him well enough, they might be able to tell that his smile is incredibly forced.]

The Gallifreyan equivalent of a mental asylum. How droll. Why even waste their resources on such a thing when there's apparently still a ( Read more... )

[When the screen first pops on, all that can be seen is a black nose. There's some sniffing at the camera, before the owner of said nose sits back--it's Koschei the kitten, who appears to have turned on the PCD by himself ( Read more... )

I'm starting to think that I should invest in a coat. Where does one even get a coat around here, anyway? It's hardly as if--

[He's interrupted by a certain other Time Lord blustering his way in. The Doctor skips in, going immediately through the kitchen and rifling through the drawers.]

Master, do we have any paint brushes somewhere? Or rollers ( Read more... )