PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I'm getting bored. Anyone fancy a drink or something? I like meeting new people. I don't really know many good places around here, would appreciate the help.

I need to get laid.

The haunted houses around here suck.

AND my team is gone.

I guess this means I need to start recruiting. Who wants to be a GHOSTFACER? Face off the bad guys. Kick some major ass. Get some TV time. Line up, one at a time, children. Don't hurt yourselves trying to get the job before someone else does.

So...Any jobs going here? Or is there something fun to do? There has to be something.

This wasn't where I was hoping to be...And it seems, according to the woman who owns this shop and directed me to this place, that I'm not the only one.

I hate having to just wait for something rotten to happen to me.

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.

HERMIONE?! HAS ANYONE SEEN HERMIONE?!

I really need to get out more. 

Anyone fancy a drink? Or like to show me some places around here?

What do you do when you're scared all the time? How do you make it better?

I really need to get out of ths TARDIS. Not  that I don't love her, just being kept inside all the time is starting to get bloody boring.

Anyone want to go for a drink or a walk or something? Anything?

I'm bored.

Isn't there anything fun to do around here?

I talked to the Doctor, and if you still need a room you're more than welcome here as long as you need.

Look for the blue box on [address]. Or if you'd rather I could meet you somewhere?

[OOC: Backdated to Hallowe'en since Jessica's player was away all this weekend.]

Oh Doctor!

Are you free for a chat? I didn’t know who else to talk to, but I really can’t deal with this on my own on top of everything and so far I don’t know what to do other than ignore it but its not working so far at all.

This place is so stifling. Stuck in the one place for this amount of time I could usually deal with but here...I just can't.

This is...very, very weird.

Okay, what happened?

I don't feel so good.

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



(ooc: strikethrough is can be intercepted)

Ohh, so one's gone and tainted the bloody drinking water. How ridiculous.

Well, if anyone's in need of some nice, clean, fresh water, feel free to stop by my TARDIS. I'm more than willing to share.

Well now, that was rather an experience. Dear Leela she did what she thought was right but even so it pains me that I am here and not there. Still I must adjust to it and work out my next course of action

Yes, how to explain. Some of you knew Fred, And I was Fred. Or she was me, I am a Time Lady and Fred was a human, I was...made human, so I would survive the end of a horrible war.  And survive it I did.

My name is Romanadvoratrelunder, Romana will suffice, and I, by all rights should have died along with my world.

As it is, they sent me away and made me human, hoping it would give me a chance. It has.

But my restoration, it does mean that....Fred is, unfortunately...gone.

Peter Petrelli thank you for your aid to her. It was a difficult time but you put her on a path.

Martha Jones...what can I say beyond, outstanding. Whatever regeneration you traveled with, I am sure you made him exceptionally proud. You have helped me so very much Miss Jones.I am grateful, as was Fred Smith at the end.

{Filtered to the Master and the Rani}

As the Lady President of the Council of Time Lords I must insist you both explain your actions to me?

Master, you...you will need to tell me why you ran. And Harold Saxon the British Prime Minister...What have you been up to since I had you restored. ?

And Rani...Why did you never return, while the Time Lords suffered and died, why did you never bother to fight?

{Filtered to Fourth Doctor}

I cannot believe you didn't recognize the name Fred!  It really could have been the only name a human me would have right? And Fred Smith, no less,Thought you were smarter than that! Its so good to see you again and I am so sorry I had to leave. But as I said to you then I had to be my own Romana.

I have missed you.

I am happy to announce that Cian Sirius Lupin has made his grand entrance into the world yesterday at 10:43 pm.

Ten fingers and ten toes. Mother and son are doing just fine.



Yes, I'm quite the proud father.

...Bloody hell, I'm a father.

I hate this, being stuck in one place. Even when I was in the alternate universe I travelled.

I hate being forced to stay.

[Filtered to the women]

Ok, admittedly I don't actually know most of you and the couple that I do know probably don't think that highly of me but considering the only people I really know here are guys, and trying this with them worked so well the last time..... Yeah, I figured I'd give this a try.

So here goes...

Men. Just what the hell is their problem?! I just don't get it....

So I need to shop. And don't know my way around here, or where any good clothing stores are.

Help?

It's nice to see I'm not the only one with a fixing for rum.

[OOC: Backdated to the same time as Ten]


He said it! He finally said it! 

True he was drunk...But does that make a difference? He said he wasn't actually that drunk...

Oh god. He said it, though. Could it get any better than that!?

[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]

Anyone know why I'm here? I'm needed elsewhere, desperately needed. I didn't even set the coordinates for this place. I need to get back.

[For my sake, I hope it's okay to have a fresh start. So I don't have to chase up previous posts.]

Okay, I cannot believe I'm asking this but...oh Rassilon! I need to go clothes shopping, for, well, feminine items, only it's never exactly been a priority before and I'd hate to get it wrong so...would anyone care to accompany me? I ideally someone that knows what they're doing so I don't come across as being completely useless with this kind of thing?

[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.

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?

Has anybody seen the Doctor?

I love games. Famed for it, really. But that's another story, and my little brother is much better at stories than I am. In any case, here is HANGMAN!

( The theme is... )

I think I need to get out a bit more. I feel like I haven't done anything or seen anybody in way too long.

Anybody up for some drinks or something?

Seriously? I always did hate war movies.

Uh... OK. I know Ianto Jones is Torchwood's responsibility and all that, and yeah... I was going to let you lot take the lead on this one. But the Master (Saxon) is my responsibility, and as such.. I feel like if he hurts Ianto, that's sort of my fault in a way. So, what I mean is... since no one seems to actually be working on a plan here, I'm either going to get Ianto back with you or on my own.

Rose, Susan, Romana? I'm going to take it for granted that you're in. Donna? Fancy an extremely dangerous mission? Gwen? Come on, Gwen Cooper, I know you're in, right?

Right. Owen? Jack? I know we have our differences, but we're better as a somewhat united front.

Meet at the Venice Beach Suites and Hotel, room 301, anytime from 7pm. If you're not there, I'll assume you're not interested.

So, I still haven't been able to come across anything useful, yet. The people here are just way beyond rude. Well most of them. Has anyone else come across anything interesting lately?

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.