Sagramore's depressive periods were common enough in Camelot, where he actually had something to do from day to day. Here they've been getting progressively worse, out of boredom and the peculiar feeling that he's been living too long, that he's stepped out of the planned order of things, and, most of all, because in Camelot at the worst times he ( Read more... )

The Lady Morgana is sitting on a bench near the Sanctuary.  If the building did not have such terrible memories for her, she might have chosen to sit in the building itself, but as her arrival and the Doctor's trial are two things she would rather forget, Morgana remains outside.  She did not pick the bench closest to the Sanctuary, for a very ( Read more... )

Rose is walking up the stairs with a tray of tea things. She takes a deep breath, pauses and leans against the wall, cocking one hip out to support the tray while she starts singing:

♬Oh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now.
Don't be ashamed to cry, let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side too.♬She ( Read more... )

((Expect either or both Time Lords to answer replies. lol.

Warning: Swordfighting, lots of stabbing, and blood in the Doctor-Master thread.))When the visual switches on the only thing it momentarily shows is the wall that the tablet slammed into, and then as it slowly drags away the shaky view reveals two Time Lords, bloodied, bruised, and ( Read more... )

It's been a while since Sagramore showed his face in Taxon, and no, of course that's not because he was sulking about Bruce Wayne, don't be silly, shpff ( Read more... )

She's got to do it. If she's not worth anything else, this can make up for it all, right? That genetiwhatsit thing, it would kill all of the Daleks, yes, but everyone else would be okay. It would be a justified sacrifice, wouldn't it? Self-defense, to help all those frightened people. All she can think about are little babies, and the children who ( Read more... )

After speaking to Morgana, Rose heads back to the house, stopping to shrug on the Doctor's suit jacket half way there. It has more to do with Morgana's insistence that the jacket is Rose's than any actual chill in the air. She slows, an almost involuntary smile curving her lips when she sees the Doctor on the settee lounging as if he hadn't a care ( Read more... )

Morgana has sets two goals for her  mid-afternoon trip. In a small pocket in her traveling cloak, is her tablet.  While she hasn't left any word as to her goals, or her destination with Arthur, she can be contacted.  She also carries a small dagger.  It's not that she intends to use it, more that where she's going, it makes some sense to have ( Read more... )

Tara,

We need to start working on a cure for the Doctor. Last night he had a bad spell and I'm not willing to assume we've got time.

Rose is sitting on a bar stool at the island in her house. She's got a cookbook open in front of her, one elbow on the island and her head resting in her hand. She looks thoroughly confused, puzzled and frustrated ( Read more... )