PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

[backdated to the morning after THIS]

Oh bloody hell, my head hurts. I swear, I'm never getting drunk again... unless of course it ends the way it did last night.

I shagged Rose. Finally.






[ooc: The bit in strikes is readable by The Master only. :p]

There's something rather... peculiar going on.

And I'm not just talking about the rubbish with this Magneto chap.

I've been here roughly about a week, and I keep having this... strange feeling. It's rather distressing, a bit... burdening. I keep feeling as though I'm not alone... that here, I'm not the last Time Lord. I'm sensing others... which, quite frankly, is impossible. Then again, everything about this place, and how I got here is impossible. The fact that I'm with Rose again is impossible. And yet, it's all true. So perhaps my feeling... isn't quite wrong.

Yes, I'm aware I'm rambling on a bit.

My point is... anyone seen anything out of the ordinary here? Like... something that shouldn't be there, and yet somehow is? I know my TARDIS counts in that category, but do ignore it, yes?

Right, this might sound completly mad but I've got to ask it. Has anyone seen any statues of weeping angels about?

Or saw one or more before arriving here?

[Filtered to Martha Jones]

Martha? What can you tell me about the Master?


[Filtered to Friends of the Doctor, excluding the Master]

We have to figure out how to get the Doctor back. I've never met the Master, but the Doctor's warned me to stay away from him- but I can't just sit back and do nothing! Does anybody know anything about the Master? Anything that might help?

Since it probably sounds less ominous coming from me, I'm fine. Sorry if I had anyone worried.

For those who are concerned, the Doctor's safe and sound with me.

Um. So. Now that this no talking thing is over and done with, and I've got things...slightly pieced back together, can anyone tell me where to find a big blue box?

A new world!

Sure, I crashed here more than landed but it's a new world none the less. I think I did a good job hiding my shuttle behind some big letters on the hillside above the city. Why the have writing on the hill I don't know but they do. Anyways, I'm looking forward to exploring!

Susan? Do you think you might like to come by for tea this afternoon? I'd like to catch up.

I must say, this is a bit odd. Still, it seems to be the custom, and when in Rome...

Hello, I'm the Doctor, and I appear to have mis-navigated somewhere along the way and lost Peri. That's troubling. Would somebody be so kind as to tell me what year it is?

Seriously? I always did hate war movies.

... Doctor?

...

DOCTOR THIS ISN'T FUNNY TAKE ME HOME RIGHT NOW. THE UNIVERSE IS HORRID, AND RIDICULOUS, AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON.

I WANT TO GO HOME. NOW. I QUIT.

And everyone else on the internet? If you think going off into space and time with a man in a bluebox is a good idea, let me tell you it's not. Well, maybe a little, but mostly not.

Oh my God. This isn't.. this is impossible. How can I- Oh my God...

Well hello LA. It's taken me a long time to get here but I finally made it. I'm looking for someone. He's not to tall speaks with what to most of you would call a 'british accent' and he looks like he's just turned up your door to tell you about Jesus. Only he's much more dangerous and completely insane. He answers to Harry and the Master. Oh dear it sounds like I'm looking for a lost puppy doesn't it? Not much difference sometimes. If you see him let me know.

Harry if you're out there I miss you darling, please come meet me. Oh, and I'm sorry for shooting you. I promise it'll never happen again.

Doctor?

This form confuses me. Why am I in this human shell?

You know, this looks amazingly like somewhere that is not my bedroom. In fact, it doesn't even look like my city. I've been in strange places before, but usually I have at least a tad bit of forewarning, first. At least enough warning for me to change out of my jim-jams.

I'd love an explanation for this.

Erm... can anyone explain to me what's going on? I was on my way to visit my grandparents and I know I didn't Apparate get all the way from The Burrow to America on my own. That's not even possible, I don't think. Especially since I seem to have somehow traveled back in time as well...

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Al Potter. Yes, I'm his son. Any help that can be offered would be really great.

A little old to be playing hide-and-go-seek, aren't we, Doctor? Over a thousand years old, the both of us, and we're still stuck in this cliché little routine of ours. So, let me get this straight, and- feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but: you disappear, you come back, you disappear, you come back, again- sort of like a puppy. Am I right? Because, God, I have always wanted a puppy! Though, I will admit, I may just find them a bit more enjoyable when they're Doctor-shaped.

Oh- so sorry, I've done all this wittering away, and left all of you mindless little pawns in anticipation, haven't I?

I'll give you all a little hint as to just who I am, shall I? Starts with a "Lord" and ends with a "and Master Over All".

Oh! And, try your best not to frown, ickle Captain and crew, I'm quite sure you'll all get there someday.

Mister Weasley, it would seem we have some unfinished business to attend to. Namely, my making good on my promise of what would occur should you tamper in my affairs.

I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR HUMAN FLESH. AS SOON AS I GET WITHIN HEXING DISTANCE I AM GOING TO SHOW YOU PRECISELY WHY I WAS SO HONORED AS TO SIT AT THE RIGHT HAND OF THE DARK LORD HIMSELF!!!!

I wonder, have you even the nerve to respond to this, or has your backbone ceased to exist without your precious Potter at your side?

I know this may well be an impossible request. And it might seem trival after everything that's been happening - but I promise you it's not.

I need a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows aka the yet to be written book 7.

Please. It's kind of important.

So, er, I reckon I'm supposed to be a fictional character of sorts in this world. WHICH IS RIDICULOUS but everyone says that it's true so I reckon it must be. Or this is all a very bad joke. Anyway, Gabriel Gray said that if I wanted information on what happens to me and my mates at the end of it all, then I should try to look for someone from the year 2008 or 2009 - Merlin that's ages away! - who actually read the last book because it's not been released yet at this point in time.

...so has anyone read it? Can you help me out a bit here?

Bloody fucking hell! Does anything else want to go wrong? Hey, you! Bloke letting me use this muggle device! Perhaps you could turn into a inferi and take a nice chomp out of my arm, eh? Or maybe tomorrow we'll all wake up without any memory on who we are! Or better yet - tomorrow we won't even wake up at all! We'll forever be trapped in this never ending dreamland where we're all doomed to live inside of the twisted minds of our fellow mates! And after that? We'll wake up and we'll find ourselves living in the 1800's with nothing on but a pair of knickers and a funny looking stack of wooly hats like Dobby wears square on our heads. How does that sound? Think any of it is a good idea for you to try out next, people who've been messing with us since the MOMENT I've gotten here? Actually, you know what? I'm sure that whoever it is throwing us all together is behind all of this rubbish too! And they're probably planning even more terrible things for the future! AND I BET THEY AREN'T EVEN CHUDLEY CANNONS SUPPORTERS, HOW BLOODY WELL PREDICTABLE OF THEM.

Right then. I'm in Los Angeles. In 2005. Sadly that's not even an especially abnormal day in the office. The explosion must have caused something to happen with the Rift. I just hope the others are alright. Owen's body can't repair itself if he's been injured. And I would hate for something to happen to Tosh.

Tosh? Owen? Jack?

Fuck. As much fun as typing one handed is, anyone useful for popping a shoulder back in place?

I think cabin fever would be an understatement at this point in time.

Does anyone need any help solving an apparently unsolvable mystery? Missing people? Strange happenings? Or... does anyone want to do whatever it is people in L.A do to stop themselves going completely mental?

Is anyone any good with temporal mechanics? Or even just fixing things?

Oh, you brilliant, brilliant humans!
Although the words 'rift in the fabric of the universe' is rather worrying, I still applaud the effort!

How pathetic. There's nothing wrong with a little darkness.

An eclipse really shouldn't last this long.

This is, odd. Does anyone else have the feeling they're not where they're supposed to be?