[A video documentary similar to Una's is presented to the Barge, though instead of a wall or altar, he's showing you the library doors. Stone and agape now, adorned with bare standards and guards in the way who just sort of stare at the camera. The Doctor sounds displeased, and quite like he's been getting increasingly upset about something.] ( Read more... )

[Oh, the last several days have been unreasonably taxing. The concept has niggled at him since the night Coyolxauhqui last visited him, and has merely intensified upon seeing some of the new arrivals. Cue strange forays into topics such as genealogy, crests, traditions over any number of planets, clan behaviour, morphic resonance and the like, ( Read more... )

While weighing less than one's own clothing is indeed a distressing experience, and altogether a fiasco I certainly don't wish to relive, I'm extremely curious as to how I managed to adopt a... language... the TARDIS was incapable of translating. I'm not even sure that counted as anything close to 'baby talk'.

[Pause, punctuated by itty bitty ( Read more... )

[Well, the Doctor was going to start the day with a nice post thanking everyone for such nice presents, and then dive into a good book for some hours, and then work on his train set now that he's got the last piece ( Read more... )

[When the audio clicks on, the Doctor's voice can barely be heard at first over the sound of... clacking and snuffling. It sounds like something is trying to eat the device, and those with a keen ear will have this confirmed.]

--eld, no! Take that out of your mouth this instant! [More clacking, and then a thud.] Honestly, can't... bad dog. ( Read more... )

[The Doctor is standing dramatically in his quarters. You really only get to see the dramatic swish of celery, however, and his arms holding out... this. A long-suffering sigh can be heard, though faintly.]

Really, Admiral. I'd hoped you'd have just a bit more tact, but very well.

[The communicator is plucked from his lapel and set aside, ( Read more... )

Small traditions are traditions to someone, regardless of how useless they might seem to others. We may be forced to something or other here, but stop to think for a moment that to someone, it's important, or it was at home. In this case, it's a harmless endeavour for the most part, and really, nothing prevents you from observing any tradition of ( Read more... )

[Of course he sounds preoccupied! He's so used to talking to himself, or to another physically present person, that he's nearly forgotten how to use this thing. The mutterings are accompanied by fumblings and tinkles and rustles and dings and bonks.]You know, it's escaped my mind often enough until Cissie brought it up earlier that Earth is very ( Read more... )

[His communicator clicks on with a fumbling sound and an echo of sprinting footsteps, and the tail end of explosive rumbling, though not from the level he's one: he's making his way out of the library.]Everyone! There's been- goodness- Coyolxauhqui! Martha, D- hang it all- you lot! Is everyone all right? The library's intact, but- nevermind- ( Read more... )

[After having fled the library, the Doctor is panicking. He rarely panics, but THIS IS A SPECIAL CASE. Hello, Barge! You get a fumbling shot of his coatsleeve and a brief look up his nose before his screen becomes a frantic swish of motion blur. He sounds terribly alarmed, though not terribly out of breath. Feel free to help, or... to laugh ( Read more... )