We're keeping it simple today, folks, since I'm so very lazy.
MESSENGER: anyshenanigans (AIM)
Feel free to contact me via any of these, or this post. I don't bite, I'm far too shy for that.
Also feel free to post any comments you might have on my portrayal of Eleven, good or bad; always room for improvement. Constructive criticism, only, though, if you don't mind. Flames will be turned into scarecrows and trapped in mirrors and the like.
Screening is off, anon is on, IP logging is off. Onward!
( CALL | TEXT | EMAIL | CHAT )
Hello! This is the Doctor, busy at the moment, doing... you know, things, as you do. Always been a big fan of things, personally. Love doing them, love talking about them. Things. Leave a message, and if it's about the impending end of reality, make sure you say that bit first, I've had too many mix-ups with people who don't know how to leave a proper phone message, honestl--
[BZZT, the feed clicks on. have a GIANT I don't even know, reflective green thing right in your view. giant reflective green thing blinks and pulls back -- turns out it's the Doctor's eye, which is attached to the Doctor's face and, currently, covered by a pair of huge black goggles. the Doctor himself looks a bit the worse for wear; his hair is messy, he's covered in dirt smudges and his coat and bowtie are askew.
don't fret, though, because he's wearing an enormous grin. he pushes the goggles up.]
Hello! Did you miss me? Anyone? All of you? Well.
[preens a bit]
Dropped off the map a bit there, didn't I? Perfectly good explanation, though, which is -- I forgot about you. Or, not you, any one of you specifically, I just... got a bit busy, you know, doing things. Which I do. The first thing on my list of priorities wasn't exactly, "ooh, that's right, I've got a Network device, I should probably take a break from this -- important business and socialize".
But I'm back now! And I have something to report to you, City:
It's a bad idea to touch the clock.
[long pause. too long -- his grin takes on that odd frozen quality of someone who's had to pose for a photo for an uncomfortable length of time. then, more quietly:]
I don't suppose the Master's turned up again?
[the feed cuts off.]
[the feed clicks on -- and bounces, as if the device has just fallen from some height. we can see an object in the distance that's faintly recognisable as the fountain, and in the foreground, something very large and very blue and sort of wooden. sort of like a big blue box. hm.
suddenly the box door creaks open, releasing some very chaotic things-exploding-cloister-bell-tolling sorts of noises and a not inconsiderable amount of smoke. then a pair of boots come dashing out -- we only see the boots for now, and a bit of trouser leg. somebody coughs violently. the door swings shut.]
---And, you know, I don't remember
fiddling around with the desktop theme! I liked
my desktop theme, it was all... gadgety and cool, and I'll thank whoever it was to change it back, if you don't mind!
I'll have Amy back, too, while you're at it. We're on a bit of a tight schedule.[the boots turn this way and that, but find no culprit. then -- pause. a long, long, utterly silent pause. when the voice comes again it's very quiet.]
...it can't be them. They can't be here, they're gone
, I swear they're--
Oh. Oh, hello
.[the boots advance until they're right in front of the device, then in a flash we have an excellent view of the Doctor, belly-down on the sidewalk and peering into the camera with every sign of great interest]
What. Have. We. Here
.[he taps on it with each syllable, taking great care to leave a long space before the last one. then he reaches awkwardly into his inside pocket, pulling out his sonic screwdriver, shining it at the device -- everything goes green for a moment, and a funny sound blasts. satisfied, he picks up the device and stands up again.]
Hello? Anybody out there? More importantly, anybody out there who can tell me where I am
? I always
know where I am, or else I can feel it out, but this is -- it's like I've had a good whack alongside my head, you know, which I probably have, things got a bit sketchy on the trip here. I'm getting a definite head/floor sort of vibe. But anyway -- I don't like
not knowing where I am.
Not too fond of this ticking, either. It never usually ticks
in my head, that's a clock thing. A human trait. It feels... wrong.[he looks faintly worried now]
...a lot of things feel wrong, here.[ooc: feel free to action if you'd like to run into him! also slightly placeholdery, I should probably sleep before I fall over.]