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26 February 2010 @ 02:04 am
[Higher than normal, with a tone that might put those familiar with her in mind of Donna.]

OI! I'm... I'm a girl!

No way! This is... HA!

[Much shuffling and "oh!" sounds of discovery can be heard]

...oh dear. I have a caboose. Thank you, Donna. Well, trousers are overrated anyway. Ooooh, I have some fantastic gams, yeeow!

[End feed, as the Doctor attempts to find some sort of bottoms that fit.]
Current Location: L 5, R 15
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
25 February 2010 @ 03:27 am
[Private to the Doctors and Companions and Tal]

Don't assume your TARDIS is impenetrable. Davros is from my time, following the Last Great Time War when he and his Daleks are adept TARDIS killers.

Any Artron shield is going to be at best completely bloody useless and at worst an excellent source of energy to siphon off and power up a batch of Daleks if he's so inclined. He sacrificed most of his organs to create an army of billions. What d'you think he'll do the moment he finds out death here is only temporary?

[Private to Tal]

There. After this entry I'm staying out of it. Happy?
Current Mood: pensivepensive
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
24 February 2010 @ 01:04 am
[Filtered to people he knows/likes]

It's been said before but bears repeating: Do NOT engage Davros in any manner.

If you have any questions about him, who or what he is and what he's done, direct them either to me or one of my other incarnations. Though considering their youth, they're a fat lot of good concerning more recent events.

To everyone else that's been here a long while, I understand that he has been here before. I need a summary.

Sooner rather than later.

[Private to Doctor McCoy]

I need to see you as soon as possible. Preferably without Martha's knowledge- she's got enough on her plate presently as it is.
Current Mood: pissed offpissed off
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
16 February 2010 @ 02:10 am
I know it's my first, but port should always end on a good note, I think.

At any rate, between the alcohol and the tainted sweets and the deranged cupids and the hearts and learning the true meaning of Narcissism, thank you Ghost of Valentine's-Never-Going-To-Happen-Ever-Again, it wasn't all that bad.

Actually I lied. It was fantastic.

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Private to the Admiral

"A glance at the finish line". I never thought...

Thank you. Thank you.

[[ooc: So after lunch with Inara, Meta had a go at a cupcake shop with Ten and in the midst of potion'd edible BB's, cupids taking mistaken revenge on his doppelganger and a handy-dandy parson lurking around, shenanigans ensued. Draw your own conclusions. :3 Also feel free to notice that Meta dropped off everyone's radar rather late Saturday night and was MIA through Sunday night, as the Admiral finally granted Ten's request and let him have Christmas with Rose. Wibbly-wobbly timey wimey.]
Current Location: L 5, R 15
Current Mood: optimisticoptimistic
Current Music: Cab Calloway - At the Clambake Carnival
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
14 February 2010 @ 12:15 am
Is it really our second day? Huh. Fascinating. These things are stronger than I thought.

At any rate, anyone mind being my "date" for lunch/supper sometime during port? The waitstaff of these establishments get rather shirty with you if you're without a second. Discrimination, I say.

And these bloody kids with the arrows, now that's just bang out of order! Between vague "fortunes" and not having any sort of ethical qualms about making people fall in love without consent, I'll be avoiding the chicken-winged terrors the rest of my stay here.

These hearts now, they remind anyone of... sort of faceless emoticons? I wonder what they taste like...
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
10 February 2010 @ 01:56 am
Let him in the infirmary. It was my choice; this has all been a complete misunderstanding. Let him in or I'll find my own way out, hang the lockdown.

[ooc: sooo he pretty much hates being cut off from everything while the fur is flying and he can't do anything. While he adores all y'all, he and Ten need to talk face to face b/c the combination of Ten going all emo and everyone dropkicking him/treating Meta like a delicate flower makes him want to tantrum. He's bluffing, because he still feels horrendous, but unpredictable!doctor is unpredictable.]
Current Location: infirmary
Current Mood: crappycrappy
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler
07 February 2010 @ 04:51 am
[Private, written]

I make it a rule never to deal in goodbyes. They're awkward. Painful, really, with a finality that is always uncomfortable and truth-be-told oftentimes bloody well not final at all.

That's the trouble with traveling in time. You can so easily put the past behind you, only to find it once more in the ever-uncertain future. A grasp of what-might-be and knowing the firmaments of Time can only help you so much; it all catches up to you again or you finally have to delve once more into an unknown that is, for the first time in a long time, terrifying instead of wonderful in its mystery.

He broke the rule. He came to say goodbye and it felt like an ending to something, the closing of a door and the locks sliding into place. I don't have to sense possibility anymore to understand that; to remember that's how it has been and always will be.

Stubborn and idealistic and so bloody-minded as we are, I'm glad that we finally came to see some sort of eye to eye, even if it was at the last possible nanosecond.

I forgive you, Doctor. For leaving Rose and I to an uncertain fate on that frigid beach; for what you did, had to do to Donna; for your moment of desperation in thinking you could save just one more person and alter the very fabric of history.

Maybe you'll forgive me for not warning you of what's to come.
Current Location: Level 5, Room 15
Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
05 February 2010 @ 02:03 am
[Taps a finger against the mic. His voice sounds a bit muffled, but it's clear enough to make out the accusatory:]


Stop that.

[end public feed]

[Private - Voice]

I might've got through to him.

Was I really that blind before? I'd thought myself so full of humanity then, if not literal humanness than the simple qualities of that word. I cared for people, places, planets. Even allowed myself to love some, to begin weaving their threads into mine. And then what'd I do? Tangled myself up in Fate and prophecies charted by the maddest of the lot and set myself adrift in the end, full of guilt and anger and grief.

I wonder how long he's been alone. That... that bothers me more than I'll admit to him. We're not meant to be alone, not in the ways and means he sought. I've seen what comes of self-imposed exile.

[Pauses, his speech broken here and there by the odd muffle, until finally he sucks in a breath (and a mouthful of saliva). His tone turns to one of astonishment.]

Blimey, I think he knocked a molar loose... [Trailing off as he sticks a finger in his mouth, working it from side to side until]

OOG! S'rhat GIT. [Another moment of saliva-sucking and, ohjoy, something for him to wiggle.]

[Infirmary Filter]

Marfa, McCoy, et cetera- any of you lot decent with teeth?
Current Location: Level 5, Room 15
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
26 January 2010 @ 05:31 am
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Current Location: Level 5, Room 15
Current Mood: lonelylonely
The Meta Crisis Doctor || Doctor John Tyler

[A song filters from the speakers, followed by the Doctor's voice, singing in the background. There's an odd, slightly echo-y sound to it, as though he's in some cavernous structure. Those with written journals will get transcripts, of course.]

Say, we can act if we want to
If we don't nobody will
And you can act real rude and totally removed
And I can act like an imbecile-

Is this on? 'ello? [taps the mic] Fancy that.

'Cause your friends don't dance, and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine

D'you know, you're out of marmalade, Doctor.

Thought I'd give a heads up.

[The song fades into another and then the feed ends.]

((ooc: Soooo the Meta Crisis has broken into the 10th Doctor's TARDIS and locked him out. Serves you right. w/ player permission))
Current Location: Level 1, Room 14
Current Mood: creativecreative
Current Music: Ten's Ultimate 80's Mix