PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

This is fucking ridiculous. Either I'm dead, or I'm alive. Make up your goddamn mind. I don't appreciate getting dragged out of and then back into the darkness. Once is more than e-fucking-nough.

I don't feel so good.

He promised me I'd be fine. Why am I not fine?



(ooc: strikethrough is can be intercepted)

Anyone who has healing experience in some capacity, whether it be twenty years of medical school or basic first aid, please respond here. I'm thinking it'd be a good idea to know who can be of some sort of help with the sick showing up en mass at the moment.

{filtered to Anakin and Padmé Skywalker}
Kathy is sick. She wants to see me. I know I'm supposed to ask permission or whatever, but to be honest I'm coming to see her whether it's okay or not. She's the closest thing I have to a daughter, so I'm sure you both can understand.

I'm thinking I'll likely be there in the next hour or so. Just have to wrap up a few things here, first. And, while I'm thinking about it, is anyone else sick? Should I bring Peter with me, maybe? I don't want to walk into an entire freaking epidemic.

If there was something...hidden about you. Something lost, and you had the chance to regain it not knowing what that something was, for good or ill.

Would you do it?

Well, isn't this just fucking brilliant? Goddammit, Gwen. If you don't answer your phone in the next ten minutes, I'm coming to track you down. Call me and tell me why it's giving me 'number no longer in use' messages. don't be gone, too. please don't be gone, too.

Ah hello! Oh my I seem to have found myself in quite a situation. This is surely not England. Has the old girl done something silly again? Hmm…this seems to be a fixed point in time and space and I can’t seem to get my Tardis to function. Oh this is not good, not good at all!

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

( images behind cut. )

No matter how much you do, it's never enough. I'm sick of feeling like a failure because I can't save them all.

Well...I certainly didn't work this hard to ensure I wouldn't be recognised in a new housing scheme to only be plucked from it whilst on the verge of a breakthrough. So basically, what the hell happened there? I should feel after shocks if it was anything like a teleport but I don't. Also...where the hell am I?

This is not funny, at all.

So, could someone please explain to me how or why the hell I’m not in my flat, or London atleast, and here instead? Because I really don’t remember getting on a plane or feel the after effects of a teleport and I’m guessing I’m not dead or in a coma..or am I?

..what’s going on?

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?

Okay I don't have a headache or any of the pain associated with it, so I guessing I've not been teleported without my knowledge so can someone please explain to me how the hell I'm in L.A 2005 rather than just outside my flat in London, 2008?

I kind of have places to be.

Doctor?

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

My future son plays for THE BEST QUIDDITCH TEAM IN THE LEAGUE.

That's right. Be jealous.

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.