PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Earth...not where I was planning on being. I guess that's what happens when I attempt to fix a teleport.

So...year and place?

I'll be at your TARDIS later today...I'll bring chips.

(OOC: Yeah he's in a good mood for some reason:P He has his days.)

I can't belive I'm about to say this but...  I need to have a look in your TARDIS.

So what is there around here to do that's fun? Which I can use to my advantage.

and how can I stand here with you
and not be moved by you
would you tell me how could it be
any better than this
you calm the storms
and you give me rest

{Everything - Lifehouse}

Oh actually being out of the TARDIS is a strange feeling.

Okay. So, now that I'm gisted with a side of clothes from Wal-Mart and place to stay with half decent company. . .

What's a girl gotta do for a job? Huh? I. . .am a damn good detective and looook! Shiny new PI license, just took the test last year!

If nothing else I make a damn good receptionist who happens to slip helpful little post-its into all your case files. You should hear my phone voice.

Takers?

Oh how rude of me, to hardly even introduce myself to you all.

I see you got your Captain back. Nice work. Not too bad for a bunch of humans.

Did you ever work on something. One thing for ages and ages only to eventually work out its pointless and not what you thought it was in the first place. I think its a bloody hairdryer.

[Jack]

Are you purposefully trying to drive me mad now or can you just let me have it for an hour. I have some new theories and I just need want to see. Won't even so much as look at Gwen and you can even supervise?

Just an hour.

[Owen]

...Do you have the security codes, the ones Jack won't give me?

Ah Valentines Day. A day where the managers of the shops rejoice as they can up their prices and get some loved up idiots come in and by it hoping to impress.

And to think, a day of love and the majority of humans split up on this day. Fascinating.

And here I thought LA was going to be boring.

It's so fun to find out one of your...toys have been brought here. Enjoy yourself, Handsome Jack. I'm sure you and your little team will have fun here.

Ah Humans. You really drew the short straw when it came to brains and trusting people, didn't you?

It's getting louder, can't you hear it?

The constant drumbeat, the constant tapping. It's inability to stop altogether, only hide for a matter of seconds when it's compared to the length of time. 

Closer and closer and closer.

Why am I not on Gallfrey? And why's my head sounding so...quiet? 

Thete, I can feel you lurking up there. Why do I look so different, I don't remember regenerating. I've not even finished at the Academy yet.

What's going on?!

Filtered to the Doctor

I'm doing this to keep Ushas happy, don't think too much on the invite coming from me.

Join us for Christmas.

Filtered to the Rani

How much do you love me?

Never bring home an absolute stranger, you never know what might happen

Right so this Christmas thing are any of the non-Earthlings planning anything, or am I just getting sentimental and easily led in my old age?

I take it back. Some Earth customs aren't so bad.

What a pathetic Human custom.

She's gone.

My sweet, lovely Rose is gone.

I'm not sure how or why this happened... but someone's going to pay. And dearly.


[ooc: This is backdated to right after THIS, obviously.]

Snip, snip, snippity snap.

Blood makes such a pretty sound against metal.

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.

The drums are getting louder and louder.

I need something to calm them.

So...there are Vampires. Real, actual, vampires.

Seems I was hasty in my dismissal, luckily I was saved by a very lovely man with a most impressive scarf who's name I have managed to forget...

Why am I so forgetful lately?

Anyway, I wanted to say sorry to those I didn't believe, I suppose this place exists somewhere outside of any science I know.

Anything else weird and wonderful I should know exists

I wonder if it's too late to consider a name change.

Also I promised someone a tour of my TARDIS, I don't recall getting a name so contacting said person is a little difficult, but since everyone seems to read these here seems a good place to mention it.

[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?

( Filtered to the Master )

Has anyone seen my pet? Around 6", scrawny, wears a suit, not housetrained, rather clingy.

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.

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?

Good evening my faithful minions,

I do hope you're all having a splendid one, because what I'm about to tell you may just put a teeny-tiny damper on it. So, gather 'round, kiddies, I've got something exciting for you all- and, no, Doctor, it is in fact not a brain. Ready? Then here goes:

It's small, but it plays a big part.
It's useless, but its dear to your hearts.
It helps you, but you never help it.
It cries, but it screams when its hit.

I'm going to give you three tries, Torchwood. Only three. 1, 2, 3. And if you don't guess what "it" is within those three little, yet gracious ticks- you will lose "it" forever. Do I make myself clear? For-ever.

Hint: Head check, anyone?

Oh! And do be quick about it, "it"'s getting a bit antsy.

( Private to Torchwood (Jack, Gwen, Owen, Tosh) )

I'm so sick of rain. It's becoming ridiculously redundant. There wasn't even this much rain in Cardiff. And that's saying something.

Doctor?

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

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.