Completely oblivious to the chaos and insanity outside, the Doctor was playing Solitaire in his own room.

[ooc: Locked to TARDIS residents, if they aren't preoccupied elsewhere.]

Sure, normally he doesn't hold office hours on a Thursday, but he was in his classroom today, fiddling with the projector for its important use tommorow. The Doctor had sent a handwavey e-mail to his students informing them of his availability.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

The Doctor had been working on a secret project in the TARDIS for what seemed like ages, now ( Read more... )

The Doctor was in his classroom most of the day.

On occasion, he was juggling oranges.

He was here if non-Vegas visiting students had any business with him.

Or other teachers.

Or... anyone.

Still looking for NPC help on Friday.

Anyone? Please?

The Doctor felt the splash of cold water against his naked flesh, his eyes snapping open. He'd been stripped to the waist, his arms shackled to a wall. He stared at the aged and wrinkled face that was eyeing him back. A man, in a bloodsplattered apron over a white jacket. The Doctor could tell just from the fabric, the tears, the latches. It had, ( Read more... )

It was your typical Saturday in the TARDIS. Except the part where the Doctor was frantically trying to figure out where this signal he'd picked up was emaanating from ( Read more... )

The Doctor had a long day ahead of him, so he was getting an early start. He stood outside the doors of the TARDIS, a mug of strong coffee in his hand.

Sure, he was normally a tea sort, but today called for certain measures. Plus, he'd not had a chance to taste Altarian coffee yet, and it was surprisingly rich and satisfying.

[ooc: Locked to one ( Read more... )

The Doctor was programming the holo-projector for next week.

The classroom door was open for any parents, students, friends, dinosaurs, or what-have-you that wanted to visit.

The Doctor had baked a cake. A pineapple upside-down cake, to be exact.

Why?

Because he's the Doctor. This is what he does.

The smell was probably wafting down the corridors.

[ooc: Locked to TARDIS residents, please.]