RORANICUS PONDICUS

[bowtiedup]

Characters: The Doctor, the suggestion box, and YOU!
Setting: Right by the suggestion box, in the afternoon
Format: Aaaaaaaaction!
Summary: The Doctor yells at a box that is not the TARDIS, for once.
Warnings: Nothin'

[Hey, is that The Doctor with his nose right up against the suggestion box?

What is he even--]

Roranicus Pondicus!

While I am very much

Comments

[thursdaywings]

Shouting at a box will not make a person appear.

[bowtiedup]

The person has already appeared.

[POINTS]

He is in the box.

[thursdaywings]

A human cannot fit in a small box like that.

[bowtiedup]

I suspect that it's "bigger on the inside."

[thursdaywings]

[ Headtilt ]

Why do you assume that.

[bowtiedup]

Because.

[thursdaywings]

Because?

[bowtiedup]

Because-- [He starts fishing through his coat pockets.

TARDIS blue envelope? No.

Candy wrappers? Not quite?

Sonic Screwdriver? Way off.

Psychic paper? Unnecessary.

Map of modern China? Irrelevant.

Spare bowtie? Cool.

SUGGESTION BOX REQUEST AND REPLY HERE]

Because of this!

[thursdaywings]

[ reads the reply, frowning. ]

You can request for people?

[bowtiedup]

Considering I already did?

Yes.

[thursdaywings]

[ looking at the box, and then the Doctor, and back to the box. ]

Hmm.

[bowtiedup]

I'd give requesting whoever it is a go.

S'not like you have anything to lose, eh?

[thursdaywings]

...Yes.

[ Though, Castiel looks unsure of what to do. It's not everyday he did requests. Hell, he's never done any requesting before. ]

[bowtiedup]

...do you need help with it? I'll help, if you like. I'm very good at helping.

[thursdaywings]

[ No he's not going to ask for help because he's an angel and angels don't as for help, he can figure everything out by himself, it's not like he cannot learn how to write- ]

Yes.

[bowtiedup]

Okay, right.

Let's grab a form then.