[The Doctor's audio feed hits the network with a bit of a clatter. There are squealing and hissing sounds in the background, but fear not! He isn't exploding today. This is also not an accident, but he sound like he's doing his standard thing of Too Much to Handle At Once™.]D'you remember- oh, wrong fil- blast it, I can't reach that button... no ( Read more... )

[Private: Admiral]
Sir, I'm not at all happy to ask this, but until further notice, I request to have filters and private communications abilities removed from Coyolxauhqui's device, unless she is addressing me. Please prevent others- of any status- from sending such messages to her as well.

[Private: Coyolxauhqui]I'm removing your ability for ( Read more... )

[First you get a view of the ceiling- very boring indeed. And then, a swirl of the room- the blue streak that is the TARDIS, whips of grey and brown, and... a great deal of orange. It stops for a moment to reveal piles of marigolds absolutely everywhere, dotted here and there with a variety of decorated sugar skulls ( Read more... )

[SO MANY WEIRD WHITE STRIPES ON THE SCREEN. And then it flips to a view of the ceiling, where the edge of a gaudy sombrero haunts the edge. A phalange yellowed with not enough age to be bleached taps on the screen, heralding a hearty, hollow-sounding laugh.]It talks! It's like a television, but the buttons are too many! I can hear you in there ( Read more... )

My lady, there's a man aboard who seems greatly concerned that Miss Rose intends to engage you in a sacrificial ritual. May I ask for your word that you won't sacrifice anyone, so that I may put him at ease?

[...Note that he mistakenly didn't say 'participate in a sacrifice'. He takes you for the much more direct type, you see- feel free to take ( Read more... )

[Upon checking his comms unit for a moment while at the museum and seeing contributions by several sourpusses, A VOICE LIKE THAT OF A FIRM BUT BENEVOLENT GOD COMES THUNDERING THROUGH THE NETWORK. In the most pleasant of tones, of course.]Chin up, you lot. We none of us've been lynched or killed that I know of, nor have we been made to act against ( Read more... )

(( a while after this. He's going ultra-hermit for a while if he can get away with it- but by NO means does that imply I'm hiatusing. He just doesn't deal with loss very well :| ))

[The feed begins with a clatter, as many accidental feeds are wont to do, and a rustle. In the background, strangely enough, soothing music is playing aloud, and the ( Read more... )

[He's been sitting on this for too long, and given her behaviour, he assumes the same of her. The decision is painful, but he really oughtn't draw it out the way he has. It's shameful, and too human even for his taste.

The audio feed clicks on, and for nearly a minute, there's a pause, before Martha receives a somewhat mournful missive.]I need ( Read more... )

[As he spends a good six or seven minutes figuring out how to address her. Again.]

Er... my lady? D'you need assistance?

(( Note: from this point forward, unless otherwise specified, all his entries, and his comments within his own entries, will be audio! End PSA. Thank you. ))

[Those in need of a little oddity in their day today might have gotten their recommended dosage by seeing a TARDIS parking in and fading out of odd spots: random decks, the gymnasium, the ( Read more... )