TARDIS Communication Network

Master Hornblower...uhm sir...Dobby wonders if he might be able to take a break from his duties. Dobby has fallen down sir, and might be slightly injured. Dobby is very sorry sir for the inconvenience.

I've heard there's a lot of people here. Does anyone have any alcohol stockpiled? I'd be willing to work out a trade for one bottle of something.

To those who're interested.

My name's Sonya Blade, I've been on the TARDIS for nearly two years now. Back home, I'm an officer in my country's military and whenever this is brought up, people always ask me the same questions.

Well, I decided to do something about it.

For those interested, I've been working on starting a class on modern warfare, starting from the mid 1800s to the present time where I'm from. Topics discussed will range from the starting conflicts, the social and economic impacts of war, and of course, the reasons for and why women would go into the war effort.

The class will start in a week  and take place in the library at 10 in the morning. Even if you're not part of the class, you're welcome to throw in your thoughts. Though anyone trying to cause trouble  will be put in the center of the lecture and thoroughly mocked.

Some disclaimers...these lectures will contain sensitive subjects, and talk of things in the 'future' for some. For those that want to attend the class, but would rather not hear of such things, you'll be allowed to leave the room or skip the session all together.

Good evening all.

I am told this is not quite the same as letters, and I can see it has several advantages. Speed being the most obvious.

I would like to introduce myself. I am Major Lord Edrington, and I have only recently arrived. Any help or advice on surviving in this odd place would be most appreciated. So far, people have been quite welcoming.

Yours, etc,

- Edrington

apparently this can be used to communicate.

i need to hear what others do for entertainment in this place. the more relaxing and enjoyable, the better.

thank you

r

also how does one get capital letters to appear on this screen?

My name is Dmitri Prokofitch Razumikhin. I am not entirely sure where I am or how I have come to be here, but it is my intention to find out and return home as swiftly as possible. There are people there who need me to look after them, and I do not belong here. This place appears to be strange, beyond my understanding, and this... well, thing? It is quite remarkable!

I do hope that writing this message does not prove to be a task in pointless futility. It has taken me some time to learn the mechanisms and if I am correct, then I understand this object's function. After all, it should be safe to assume judging by the myriad of messages and notes I have seen already, that its purpose is either to document the written word, or act as some way of delivering messages. Somehow. Frankly, I find the entire thing bloody baffling! It is like nothing I have ever seen before.

If my hypothesis is indeed correct, then I would appreciate any and all information available so that I might return home quickly. Thank you.

Дмитрий Прокофьич Разумихин

So, it seems I'm not the only one who has awoken to find themselves lost? I don't recognise this Sephiroth. Whose dream have I been forced into? What place is this? And why have I been brought here?

Uh...what?

Jack? Tosh? Owen? Gwen? Someone? What's going on? Have we been kidnapped...again?

Holy crap on a cracker.


Did I have too much wine last night?

In my duty as, well, I'm not sure what the official title is, but... Well. In my duty as welcomer to this ship, I'd like to extend an offer of help and welcome to any new arrivals I may have missed, and of course my services are open to our older guests, as well. If anyone needs assistance, please, don't hesitate to ask.

- Horatio Hornblower.

I feel useless here, but I suppose that's what I'm suppose to feel.

I'm afraid there's another naval officer with a bullet in his chest that needs looking after. He's just arrived in the corridor, and I will take him to the infirmary. Dr Watson, Mr Williams, or anyone else on board with medical knowledge, could you meet me there? Thank you.

Strange, seems to be quite a bit advanced technology here. What sort of construct is this? I had important work to do. I'm supposed to be chasing down another news story for the paper. Maybe getting a few camera shots of the city's heroes too.

Oh, I hope the editor doesn't fire me for not showing up to work. But.. okay. Whatever the case, I'm sure there is a solution. There usually is. Hello, my name is Clark.

It's been quite some time since I wrote a message here, and I do apologize. Being busy with my own concerns is no excuse to lose contact with everyone. Greetings to my fellow passengers. I do hope you are well. If there is anything I can do to facilitate your comfort, please, don't hesitate to inform me.

- Horatio Hornblower.

Can some explain what just happened?

I was on a mission and now suddenly I'm here.

[Filtered to Arthur and Horatio]

Captain Hornblower, Prince Arthur, would you do us the honour of coming to visit us? Any time that suits you.

Dr Watson, if it isn't too much trouble, could you come to the infirmary rather quickly?

Thank you.

Is this one of Mabs tricks?

Yo, what the hell is this bullshit?

What...what is this? This is...how is this happening?