Prideview Random

What's this then? Has anyone seen a blue police box anywhere?

Hm.

Change isn't always a bad thing. I hear Captain Jack has gone back to Wales, does he ever stick around to clean up his messes? Or does he always leave it up to his team?

Happy Birthday, Mr. Jones. I do hope you enjoyed my present. Granted, it was a day late but you can't expect a busy man like me to keep up with all these little earth dates and there was so much to plan and so many things to buy!

I hope you all realise how relaxed your security is! Although if you haven't got the idea just yet then you might want to check on all your staff. Missing anyone? Maybe? You should all look into that.

Some of you might want to check your doorsteps, I've left some of you a little gift. I thought it was about time that some of the younger members of your little team got a little bit of a shock. After all, who needs all that wide eyed innocence? Not Torchwood!

Now if you excuse me, I have something to get back to.

Well, well, well, isn't it so nice that people from the old homestead do just keep turning up? It is turning into quite the family reunion with Romana and the Rani. I imagine soon there will be a party with cake, jelly and ice-cream and balloons.

It wouldn't be a proper reunion without balloons, would it?

Don't worry little humans, I haven't forgotten about you just because there are more Gallifreyans around. I have lots of little surprises in store for you! I just don't think you'd enjoy them too much, balloons never seem to go very well with funerals.

Once upon a time, there were these... kids. These kids named Billy and Amanda.

Now, y'see, Billy and Amanda were hungry. Nobody fed 'em, nobody paid 'em any attention- and it was all very, very tear-jerking. So, one day, this... magical clown came to town to turn Billy and Amanda's frowns into buckets of little smiles and happy rainbows. The magical clown invited 'em to play a game.

This clown- he really liked to play these games, and Billy and Amanda loved the idea SO much, they decided that they'd give in and follow the magical clown and play the game he'd made especially for them. Because these kids? They were special little angels. The kind that needed their cream cheese served on clouds and their halos polished by sparkling cherubs.

But Billy and Amanda didn't realize that the magical clown had led them into rush hour!

That was the end of little curly-topped Billy and pigtailed Amanda. Oh, but there's a moral, kiddies, a good moral with magical twists and turns. And whoever can figure it out'll get a special prize.

One that doesn't involve headlights and blood so thick ya can't wash it out of your suit. And you can trust me- I'm a man of my word.

Tick. Tick. Boom.

Well, well, well, it looks like little Martha Jones is back with us. Your sister did miss you terribly. I was afraid I'd have to go and comfort her and make sure she was alright because you never know what will happen to such a little thing like her in a big bad city! She could fall in with the wrong crowd! Or even have something terrible happen to her. We wouldn't want that now, would we?

So welcome back, Miss. Martha Jones. I am looking forward to seeing you in person.

As for the rest of you darling little people that are getting into so much trouble at Torchwood, I haven't forgotten any of you. You'll all be getting a little visit from me soon enough. After all, what's life without some fun and games?

Oh bloody What's happened now? I'm blaming you for this, Doctor. I don't care if I haven't seen you in quite some time, also your fault, it's usually a safe bet to blame you for this sort of mischief.

My TARDIS definitely wasn't supposed to land in New York.

The drums, the never ending drum beat ringing in my mind.

Something needs to be done about the rif-raf around here. Honestly! What sort of establishment is being run around here?! I really should look into flexing my ownership muscles. Getting rid of some of the more undesirable elements, or maybe following dear, dear Britain's lead and just keep a very close eye on them!

Come on now, eviction or surveillance? I'll let all you decide!

Why do I...

Oh...oh my...

This is certainly a most unexpected development.

My Doctor?

Oh! Well! New York City! Not exactly Paris, 1842- but it is .. wait a minute. Wait, wait.. No. No, this is.. this is wrong.

2008?! Not even 1842?!

Blimey, this is dull.

They are his. Beating. The ever growing sound of his drum. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

As the tin horses fall, their King will rise from his ashes. He is the phoenix. Never will he fall. Never.

I know, I know. It has been a while since I spoke to my dearly devoted public. You must all be so very disappointed not to hear from me. I can practically hear the wailing from here.

Now, now, things I should do.. ah, yes! I should probably keep up with the Joneses! Martha, dear sweet Miss. Martha Jones, how is the love life? Going well? How's the sister? I hope she hasn't been getting into any trouble, it would be terrible to see little Letitia hurt, wouldn't it?

Oh, Captain, my Captain! How is the little team? Everyone good, everyone healthy? How's little Ianto? I do hope his arm has healed nicely. It would be terrible if it left a mark, don't you think?

Hello, Doctor! How's the family?

( Private to Suzie Costello )

You know, I'm really not digging this whole "happy community" scene. I mean, clearly Mr. Rogers has taken the time out of his busy schedule in that puppet show in the sky to come down and make Prideview one beautiful place.

Kudos, really. I'm sure all those quaint little Scoobies are just swarming the guest list.

Oh! And speaking off- Buffy. It's been way too long. We should do lunch. You know, when you're done grieving over the lost chance of doing Angel.

i miss BARNABAS.

SO ich hABe ein KätZcHEn geKAUFT.

will call HER Plippy Ploppy Cheesenose.

she even HAS my eyes.