TARDIS Communication Network

We need to talk.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

BORED.

[Glitterfy.com - *Glitter Words*]

This is not Portland. That much is obvious. Now, what do you hope to gain in taking me like this?

Greetings to you, whomever reads this letter, if it can be called such a thing.

I am not accustomed to having to give actual introductions so I will be brief. I am Lord Tyrion Lannister, Master of Coin, a title I still find rolls of the tongue in a manner ill suited to me.

While I would indeed like to spend my time discussing this marvellous little device, I must admit I have quite a number of other questions on my mind. You will forgive my confusion but I have never been too fond of being stolen away from my bed without my permission. I will forgive it in few cases, and the majority of those would involve a lovely young woman wrapping her legs around my head to tumble me from my bed to the floors below. That, I can accept. That I can endure. But this?

Where is this place? Is this the doing of my dear Father? Or my dear sister? Was I not promised to wed? Whomever holds me here, I ask you to step forward. I ask you to release me at once, and in exchange, you shall keep your head, your lands and any titles you may have. So, what say you?

Such an interesting means of communication. It makes no wonder I have been called the superstitious type, but to actually hold something crafted from such... sorcery? Is remarkable.

My name is Lord Petyr Baelish. Judging from all of your little notes between lost souls, I gather we have all been brought here in the same manner? So where exactly is this place? And where does a man find lodgings until we are finally sent to our homes, if such a day ever comes?

I may have pissed someone off who's more dangerous than he looks. Keep your eyes open, okay? Let me know if you see anything... off. And try to stick together if I'm not around.

Okay, this computer kinda rocks. So not anything I've seen before. And that's hard for you to do. Kudos. Now. You're obviously not the government, because even they wouldn't be stupid enough to leave me with a computer. What's the deal, here?

I really want to hit something.

IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!

Even if we're not in our universe. or on earth and there's no snow.

ITS STILL CHRISTMAS TIME. I WAS COUNTING DAYS.

I don't like not being able to figure this out......

I found the items that were missing. Nice coat, Doctor. Very nice.

Anyway, contact me to arrange collection.

Hey Cheekbones!

I got your phone.

And I've got some Doctor's coat, and uh some dude's sword and uh.. a yo-yo? Who has yo-yos? Anyway.

If you want your stuff back, we're gonna have to play a game.

What do we do now.

Hey!

There's room for like treasure and stuff in this whatever this thing is right?

Because I've got bags and bags of stuff!

And maybe some old mummy parts.

Must have been maaaaad for twenty years, none of you were destroyed... Terrrrrrific!

What the frick is this?