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02 May 2010 @ 04:48 am

Strange, innit, how sometimes everything can work out in the end.

A-hem, right. Less vauge. If I've understood this properly -and the bit of Donna in my soul's busily swatting me for overanalyzing it-

I've graduated. Not something you expect when you wake up from three days revisiting your childhood, in your jim-jams and with a crick in your back from dozing sideways in an armchair.

[He clears his throat again, tapping his fingers briefly against the desktop.]

Blimey, I'm godawful at these sorts of things...

There are a few things I've left to tie up on the Barge before I go, and that includes good-byes. I can spare more than enough time for those.

[[So it's finally rolled around. Any crazy-brain-hindering crap was cured by the return to adulthood, but he'll still be stopping by the infirmary for a last check to be certain. The Doctor will be leaving the Barge for a few days, possibly even a week depending on his mun's timetable, before he returns with full Warden status. Because he was basically trying to act like a warden when he wasn't whinging for home, loooool. Feel free to assume he had a neat little heartfelt "kbye" for your character if he knew them and if you don't want to spam. :)]]
Current Location: L 5, R 15
Current Mood: gratefulgrateful
30 April 2010 @ 11:41 am

[Theta stares critically at the screen for a long moment, anxiety read in his small frame. He's dwarfed by his older self's pyjama shirt, bare knees just peeking out underneath its hem where he's tucked them beneath his chin. He repeats the following in the languages he's seen thus far on the other messages, his confidence growing with each recitation.]

To the residents of the time-and-space ship known collectively as "the Barge",

This is Theta Sigma, of the House of Lungbarrow and student of the Prydon Academy. I've escaped from your primitive medical laboratory- now let my friends go and return us to Gallifrey at once!

[He swaps to Gallifreyan next:]

Is there anyone else here other than Ushas and Koschei? Drax, are you here too? Vansell? Rallon?!

[I figure he sneaked out during the ensuing "o shit son there's carpet sharks about" confusion. He's been reading through entries the past day and... is pretty hungry and upset. Like the Master he's post-Torvic killin' but is generally an all right, if high-strung, kid.]
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
28 April 2010 @ 05:05 am

[The voice that comes through is undoubtedly the Doctor's, though the formal Gallifreyan he speaks will be largely unintelligible to most of the Barge, at least until any translation kicks in:]

/To allow myself even a moment of self-pity is to give in to the thought that I just might not make it after all./

/If this is what stands at the end of the road of redemption, I should have been left to disintegrate on the lab floor at Torchwood./

/I want to go home./
Current Location: Infirmary
Current Mood: cynicalcynical
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
16 April 2010 @ 02:30 pm
[Barge Filter-Audio]

[A blaring siren can be heard first, cut off abruptly thereafter. The ensuing silence is punctuated by a mildly sheepish:]

Sorry, sorry. Hand slipped.

[In the background there's the sound of air rushing past at a rapid clip.]

Doctor to Barge engineering, please be advised a shipment of parts is soon to land. WOOHOO!

[Doc went scrounging for engine bits, Tal tracked him down and they've stolen a military police hovercar to carry it all back to the ship. Because they're badasses like that.]
Current Mood: bouncyHigh speed thrills
Current Music: East bound and dooown, loaded up and truckin'
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
25 March 2010 @ 02:34 am
Oh. Oh. Oh you are kidding.

What a view!
Current Location: Deck
Current Mood: enthralledenthralled
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
21 March 2010 @ 01:50 pm
Note to the Admiral

Since I can't exactly go off Barge for a proper gift, could you please leave a package in Martha's room with a tin of her favourite teas and that Rolling Stones record I picked up in 1969 and forgot back in the flat?

That would be brilliant, thanks.
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
18 March 2010 @ 01:11 pm
[Private to Scotty]

I'm told you're the man to go to about investigating the attack on Tuesday. I'd be willing to lend my assistance and expertise.
Current Mood: determineddetermined
17 March 2010 @ 05:58 pm
Indiscriminate and senseless. Bravo. This place isn't cheery enough without the added benefit of flesh-melting radiation- at least that's my hunch.

I've seen this before. Wardens, I'd like to have a look at the place and offer any extra input it might take to both find out how it happened and just who it was behind it.
Current Location: Infirmary
Current Mood: infuriatedinfuriated
10 March 2010 @ 11:03 pm
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[Private to Tallahassee]

I have something for you.
Current Location: Level 5, Room 15
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
28 February 2010 @ 05:25 pm
[Private to Jack]

Current Location: Laundry room
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated