TARDIS Communication Network

The only person allowed to hurt Mark is me. You really shouldn't have done that.

help

I've been in this machine for far too long. A woman needs to get out and do things. Get married. Become a widow. Steal a pony.

This is ridiculous.

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.

Voice transcription activated

H...hell...o? Is... is anyone---where... Where am I? Is anyone t-there? Someone? I'm scared. So scared. Please. Why am I alone? I don't want to be alone. I don't know how to deal with being alone in strange places! I don't--- I don't know how to deal with that! Please don't leave me here alone!

It's probably more than time for me to become a little more social here. I know I have spoken to some people, but not nearly enough.

And for those I haven't met, hello. I'm Mark North. I've been here for several months, mostly keeping to myself. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Look, this is gettin' ridiculous. I don't believe any of this. And I'm not about to sit around and take this fuckin' bullshit much longer.