When I went for advanced study
I really did go for advanced temporal studies. You couldn't tell it from seeing me at work, but I did. I probably know more about manipulating and maintaining individual timestreams than do most of our active agents. Or inactive. Jack seems to have gotten to be a temporal field of study all by himself but aside from him, I understand more than most.
And one thing we were always taught was, if you come across a Time Lord, run. Just run. So now a few of my flist has run into a Time Lord. No, not A Time Lord. THE Time Lord. The one called The Doctor. And the timestreams are crossed like a bad take in "Ghostbusters" (still considered a classic, in case you were wondering) and we're all on high alert because he has these self-proclaimed "instincts" working for him but we have eons of training screaming in our other ear that This Is A Bad Thing.
All I can do is hope that Cardiff survives, that The Doctor doesn't cross his own timeline (without adequate preparation, I mean. Time Lords are adept at this kind of paradox, thankfully) and that Jack and Ianto don't have to have stern words with one another over this. And that Max Teresa doesn't decide that the TARDIS is a better place to be a Fierce Battle Beagle (he's a good boy, isn't he, though?) than the Torchwood Hub. And that Friedrich doesn't act like himself and piss off The Doctor and end up floating face down in some backwater time tunnel. And that Gwen gets home to Rhys without having to defend him for Just Doing His Job.
Oh, and that Andy gets his pizza. Or fried pizza. Or whatever it is he wants. Because it sounds like he's having a bad night and he sounds like a nice fellow. I wish him well.
And now that Tavorian has finished cleaning up under my desk (wouldn't YOU like to know what that means, Vassily?) I guess I'll go find out what Jabba the Boss is bellowing at me.
And one thing we were always taught was, if you come across a Time Lord, run. Just run. So now a few of my flist has run into a Time Lord. No, not A Time Lord. THE Time Lord. The one called The Doctor. And the timestreams are crossed like a bad take in "Ghostbusters" (still considered a classic, in case you were wondering) and we're all on high alert because he has these self-proclaimed "instincts" working for him but we have eons of training screaming in our other ear that This Is A Bad Thing.
All I can do is hope that Cardiff survives, that The Doctor doesn't cross his own timeline (without adequate preparation, I mean. Time Lords are adept at this kind of paradox, thankfully) and that Jack and Ianto don't have to have stern words with one another over this. And that Max Teresa doesn't decide that the TARDIS is a better place to be a Fierce Battle Beagle (he's a good boy, isn't he, though?) than the Torchwood Hub. And that Friedrich doesn't act like himself and piss off The Doctor and end up floating face down in some backwater time tunnel. And that Gwen gets home to Rhys without having to defend him for Just Doing His Job.
Oh, and that Andy gets his pizza. Or fried pizza. Or whatever it is he wants. Because it sounds like he's having a bad night and he sounds like a nice fellow. I wish him well.
And now that Tavorian has finished cleaning up under my desk (wouldn't YOU like to know what that means, Vassily?) I guess I'll go find out what Jabba the Boss is bellowing at me.