TARDIS Communication Network

[Gift wrapped box left for Charlie / Nuwanda. A few books, full of poetry from various writers. A note is attached--

Nuwanda,

I wish you a Merry Christmas in space. (Get it? Space? Because we're in a ship and.. you know.)I almost didn't find this but fortunately I'm resourceful. And there's others who helped me locate them. I know how much you like books and poetry, so I hope you like these ones. Happy Holidays. We should schedule another Midnight Society meeting soon. Or a round of drinks, I have a bit of a stash tucked away. :)

Sincerely,

Damien Thorn]

As there isn't much in the way of entertainment here, it occurred to me to host a ball, if anyone would be interested in attending. And so I extend an invitation to each of you.

I found this weird portal some of you guys have been talking about.

So... Who wants to take a trip with me?

Days run together, turning determination into complacency. Shadow threatens to overtake one's hopes and dreams...

I wrote a new piece on my sax. Anyone mind giving it a listen? Telling me what they think?

That was such a great meeting, I do hope there are future gatherings like that for the Dead Poets Society. I have had my own society like it too, though a little different A group of people coming together to share stories and poetry, and art. Truly inspirational. I think the sharing of ideas in groups is always good, usually. It leads to growth, enrichment, keeps our minds sharp and always learning. So, thanks to Nuwanda for putting that together.

Attention!

I'm calling together the first meeting of the Dead Poets Society, here on the TARDIS. I've been talking about it since I got here, and I haven't mentioned it for a while so I'm making it happen. Seize the day! Carpe diem!

It'll start in the library tomorrow evening. Where it goes from there? Who knows! That's the point, right? We let the poetry lead us, and we create and experiment, inspire each other. If you wanna come along, come along! Bring something that makes you feel something intense, something that inspires you. The booze will be provided.

So there's a market out there? Sounds keen. It'll be nice to get out in some fresh air, rediscover living, gain some new experiences. Anyone fancy coming along with me? Carpe diem.

I need a change. I feel stuck, and I haven't felt that way in a long time.

I think I might just be in the TARDIS too long.

Fresh air might be good.

What does everyone else wish for?

"Come, my friends.
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

--Ulysses, by Alfred Tennyson. As once read at the Dead Poets Society meetings by Neil Perry.

Uh, that portal was supposed to take me Idris not...where ever this is. There sure are a lot of people here. I wonder what's going on...

Can anyone tell me what's happened?

Everything is just so smashing!

My buddy Meeks would have gone nuts over this technology! When we were in school together, he and Pitts were working on a radio transmitter or something. I'm not kidding, it actually worked! I can't help but sort of imagine what he'd think of this thing I'm using now, or the rest of this place. He'd be in heaven.

That's not the reason I'm writing though. I'm writing because I'm trying to find a book. Considering how impossible all of this is, I'm not ruling anything out. Not any more. It's called "Five centuries of Verse", and it's a book of poems. I'm also looking for a copy of "A Midsummer Nights Dream" By William Shakespeare. If anyone can help me find these, I would really appreciate it.

Oh and one more thing. Anyone feel like exploring this place with me? I get the feeling I've barely scratched the surface. And I'm betting if this place could tell stories, it could fill a library.

Charlie "Nuwanda" Dalton.

Testing.

I think I've figured this thing out, whatever I'm writing on. So if someone gets this message, can someone tell me what's going on? Where am I? I know one thing... I know this isn't military school and there's too much metal for this to be a bunker.

So this is what I get for being kicked out of Welton, huh? Whatever this is... Great, just great...