mandalus :: the city of fates.

[ Well hello, Mandalus! The sun is shining. Or it would be if it wasn’t somewhere around 3 in the morning. And inside. Whatever--have a nice view of Clara’s room. And, more importantly, a fully dressed, cowboy-hat wearing Doctor practically looming over her bed in excitement.

On the count of one, two, three--aaaand there goes Clara’s sheets since the Doctor has just yanked them away. ]

Good morning, Clara! Time to wake up. You will never guess what I’ve got. [ How is this even recording? Simple: something knocked Clara’s communicator off the shelf before all of this. ]

[ Honestly, it was the sheer blast of cold air then the Doctor’s shouting that makes Clara bolt up into bed. A small cry of surprise escapes from her. Hair an absolute mess, her instinct she has is to grab the blankets back from the cowboy hat wearing alien in her bedroom. ]

Haven’t you heard of knocking?! Or at least asking someone politely to wake up?! [ Yes, she’s shouting. She holds the blankets over her chest and glares up at the Doctor before squinting. ] Where did you find the cowboy hat?

[ No answer--mainly because the Doctor has the biggest grin this side of the Cheshire Cat and is as enthusiastic as a five year old dizzy on lemonade. Arms stretched wide, gesturing to the video feed’s direction and even a little bit of spirit fingers. It’s a miracle he doesn’t just go ‘ta-daaaaa~’ ]

[ Clara’s mouth opens just a bit in surprise before she shoves herself out of the bed. Her hands go straight on the Doctor’s shoulders, trying to turn him round and push him towards where he’s gesturing. ]

You parked it in my room! [ Then she stops, drops her hands, which go right under her bust. ] Hang on. Why didn’t it make the sound? The one it makes when it lands. Why didn’t it wake me up? [ She has that demanding tone in her voice as the volume raises, eying him suspiciously. ]

[ Because he may have been tinkering with the cloaking device… But instead of answering that the Doctor just grabs her by the hands and pulls her up, up, up! ]

This sexy old girl is back and ready for action. A few test runs and she’ll be good as new and I can get everyone out of here, eh? [ He’s excited. So very excited, he looks like he’s about to start hovering as he squeezes both her hands as hard as he can. ]

[ Sometimes it’s hard to be angry at the Doctor when he acts like a giddy school boy. She can’t help the fond smile on her face at his excitement. Clara would reach out and touch the TARDIS if he didn’t have a hold of her hands so tightly. Still, being the bubbling personality masking a bossy control freak that she is-- ] You could of showed me without parking it in my bedroom! How long has it been here? I’m in my nightie still! We can’t go test driving when I’m not even dressed!

You look fine, we have a multiverse to explore and I, for one, would like some answers. Come along, Clara, come along! [ Aaaaand dragging her on to his space ship. Is he ever going to be disappointed when it doesn’t work. ]

You could have just asked, really, popping up into other people's timelines and kidnapping them is rude--not that I've had any experience--but you can't wander in to a fixed point of time despite any and all barriers against it lowering, it's called common courtesy, you ought to learn a bit and just be polite, I was doing something rather important and was busy, broken sky or not--

[ Oh, hello, Mandalus. There's a British 20-something dressed like an Oxford professor that's greeting your vision today. He's a little ruffled, and if you're adapt enough you an see even a rambling madman is a little preoccupied with something--he keeps glancing up at the sky. As for the scenery, he's along the beach--sopping wet, of course, and being snowed on, but the cold doesn't seem to bother him. If anything, he completely ignores it and adjusts his bow tie before looking back up. Where exactly he's propping his phone up to get a view of himself is a bit of a mystery.

Regardless, his rant cuts off because he's more than a little distracted, gaze still turned upwards before producing a small electronic device that looks far more like a pen than anything fancy. He shakes it, points it to the sky, and it lights up green. ]

--Another good reason why you shouldn't kidnap people other than they just don't like it would probably be that time parallels and dimensional vortexes are delicate delicate things, all jiggly but fragile like china bobble heads: you can throw them but they shatter unless-- [ Whatever he's got he lowers and peers at it, a frown curling on his lips as his voice softens. ]

--No, wait, shut up, that doesn't make sense, terrible metaphor, forget I said a thing. Cracks in the sky--cracks that look like trees. Different timelines, different dimensions, maybe just a fancy art project, maybe just a broken generated field, maybe not. Maybe. But leaving, no--leaving's not an option for you lot, is it? You can pull people out but you can't trust them enough to let them stay on their own, is that it?

[ He's certainly got a more serious tone of voice now, and while the sonic object goes away and he addresses the camera far more angered than he had been previously. ]

Right, if you've pulled me here than you know who I am and you know what I am capable of. I don't like being a caged rat and I don't like being in a trap and you've just put me in both. I am the Doctor and you never, never, put the Doctor in a trap.