Hello, the Doctor again, and I seem to have been slotted in some form of Arena with a team. Not sure what's going on, didn't bother to read it; reading's so fun I like to sometimes pace myself so I don't get bored later.

Still! Brilliant thing, teams, love a team. What are we playing? I really hope it's Scrabble, I'm brilliant at Scrabble.

Hello, I'm the Doctor. Bit new here... sort of just stumbled off my ship, not really enjoying this thing... too much like Twitter.

I'm going to go find a different thing! If you'd like to meet me at that thing and tell me what's going on, it'll help save your life. Brilliant!

I guess I know a bunch of you. I'm sorry, I don't remember you. But hopefully no one has a bounty out on my head from something another me did.

Oh my stars, there are quite a few new people here, aren't there? If you need a pick-me-up, come to Brewed Awakening and ask for Clara. You won't regret it.

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( team tardis )

Alright then, got this working. Well it was working before, but then I broke it to make it better; turns out, not any better, very alien this alien tech. And that's odd coming from me, but still! I'll modify it later.

Until then.

Hello. I'm the Doctor. And I am here to tell all of you that your time here is almost over; there will be no more killing, no more fighting, as long as I am here. Well perhaps not no more, I do suppose a tiny bit of fighting will occur, considering we'll likely have to fight our way out of this entire mess.

Still, anyway, yes... I am appalled at the situation we seem to be finding ourselves in, but no more. I may require the assistance of at least a few of you, but no worries! It will be dangerous, but I assure you it will be worth it. I hope. Depending where you come from I suppose when you get sent back.

Anyway, that's beside the point: the point is you're going back. And if the alien 'overlords' would like to have anything to say about it, they can come talk to me personally, face to face, and not hiding like cowards behind their--whatever it is they're hiding behind.

He has really done it this time.

I thought we were going back to Earth, but this isn't Earth is it? Instead there is some bollocks about me competing in some arena, do I look like that sort of competition is my cup of tea? How are they even allowed to do this anyway? Isn't there some galactic laws that makes this whole thing illegal?

I suppose I need to grin and bear it for the time being until he comes back, he better be coming back.

Hello, I'm Donna Noble.

Seriously, aliens? Giving me my clue in the one Romance language I don't speak? Kind of a dick move, isn't it?

Le Marquis dit "il est bon de vous voir." I google translated it, but I've got no idea what the fuck it's supposed to mean. Or how that's supposed to help me.

If this arena is in French, I will smack somebody.

Monsters? Really?


And nobody had the decency to bring a monster from Doctor Who, or something? At least then I would have known what to do with it.

All right, all you little lost souls. It's Boxing Day, aka the holiday better than Christmas because this day means brilliant left overs, playing with all sorts of goodies and left over Christmas Crackers. I've got enough tea to supply a militia, biscuits to go with, about half a ham and assorted half-eaten pies. Come on, you lot, have at it. 108 East Street, D District.

PRIVATE to the Doctor

So, have you got a plan for this arena gig or do I need to hope that the sonic has got a setting for avoiding bullets?

PRIVATE to Clint Barton

I'm expecting you to be the dog's bullocks in this thing, you better not disappoint.

Team Chaos, eh? That's a pretty brilliant name to be assigned, I think. So, do we strategize or something because I've got to tell you, I'm a pretty competitive person.

i do not understand. who would play a prank to this velocity/ is there no way back/ i have acquired little knowledge of this land. there is so much to learn, and little time. arenas/ this all seems far fetched. are we sure this is not an illusion/

Where on earth do you lot keep your tea?

Alright, whoever or whatever you are that had the brilliant idea to pluck me up out of my home, you listen here: I've got a mate, my best mate, who isn't going to be terribly happy that I got abducted, again, without warning, so if you know what's good for you, you'll do whatever thing you have to do to send me back home before he gets wind of this. I'll get cross, and that's possibly more dangerous than me just leavin' you to him. Got it?