War Is Coming Communications.

[...] I really do not have the time for this today.

Rory was singing on the telly at the Tony Awards.

And I can't find a clip of it. But it happened at the end. There are clips of an award being given but not the singing and I feel this is very rude. Regardless, it happened. See, photographic proof.

OI. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON but I'm looking for a police box.

It's blue, tall, sort of smallish on the outside, and should be sticking out like a sore thumb in BLOODY KANSAS of all places.

Someone want to fill me in on what the hell is going on. And how the sun is in the

These wishes, they don't stop working randomly, do they?

I think my teleporting is broken.

Relatedly, I might need a lift. From ...apparently, Georgia.

DOCTOR! NOT OKAY! WHAT DID YOU DO!?

Inaccurate assumption. I owe you an apology.

So let me get this straight. All Lucifer needs to do to win this war is send all of his shapeshifters out after us looking like children. Maybe if the demons just possess an army of kids, we'll be golden.

Seriously guys? Seriously. All of you, back to Demons 101. Those aren't kids. That bastard who attacked me wasn't some sweet innocent child. Rakshasa aren't your ordinary demons. To become one, they had to be evil in their human lives. Murderers, rapists, and perverts. Truly evil acts are what earn them the title.

So go right ahead and cry for him. It. Because it wasn't a human being and it certainly wasn't a child. Remember that when one is playing slice and dice on you.

Now it took every fucking thing I had to type that legibly, I'm going back to bed. Cause, you know, I was attacked. By that damned thing. In case you forgot while you were mourning a goddamned demon

I believe we should take the TARDIS for a spin, Monday evening. Perhaps the obrit of the Earth if she is able to?

so you crazy fly b****** know how to turn that thing off? Just use voice to text because apparently it works.

now if one of you rappin homies good oh my god it actually translated rapid homies anyway is somebody would be so kind as to go check on Jefferson he apparently hasn't shown up for work in two days with no call in and that's not like him and I'm a little worried right now. and since we all know the seal have such excellent timing we're probably screwed

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so it looks like the seal is being a douche again and currently my office is without any managers since Martha give me the glare of death when I threatened to go to work. that being said is anybody looking for a job and happen to have any experience in management because it looks like I'm hiring

not trying to sound heartless here and I am sorry at Jefferson and grace are gone

Clever hack fo' realz. A bit unexpected yo, but I suppose it was inevitable dat one of mah thugs force a laugh on tha lot of our asses eventually. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch!

I can't stay up long because Martha gets angry when I do but I wanted to say thank you to everybody who was worried. and for those of you who are giving yourself guilt trip and I know you're out there don't. I'm fine now and it's going to be OK well maybe fine is pushing it but I'm alive and that's all that matters. so all of you can quit standing by my bed looking like I'm about to die on you because I'm not that easy to get rid of.

oh and thank you to Clark because without him I don't think this would have gone quite like this. personally I'm a big fan of the blood being in my body.

[ooc: Rose did this all with voice-to-text cause she's still not really feeling up to typing at all. And for the record, I actually voiced the whole entry. Nyah. Any mistakes made were kept!]

Hello! I thought I'd pop on and leave you a message for when you wake. You see, you're currently in surgery. No need to worry, really, Martha and Rory are taking good care of you. I'm not worried. They're both brilliant at what they do. Professionals, actually. Nothing ever goes wrong when you've got a professional on the job!

Except when people accidentally die. Or are forced to forget about you. Sometimes they even get caught up in parallel universes that you can't really do much about once they're on the other side. Then you've got the Weeping Angels and

Once you're on your feet again, we ought to take a trip out to London. We'll hop the TARDIS over, get some chips, and find ourselves some trouble of our own to get into, eh?

Until then, I'll be here waiting for you on the other side. You'll be good as new soon enough. I promise.

Oh let's all weep and wail for the death of the poor ickle Rakshasa. Oi, bleeding hearts crew. You lot do know what a Rakshasa is, right? The reincarnated spirit of an evil person, born again to eat the flesh of mankind? Shapeshifters who prey on weaknesses, who exploit children? Any of this ringing a bell?

I personally think they're hilarious. And really, they're getting off light. They'd be in with my lot if it wasn't for the bloody Pagans playing with reincarnation.

But really, you all get all sappy and emotional over the death of something that probably wasn't even a child to begin with. There, there, you all have a nice cup of tea.

Mortals. So glad I don't have much of a soul any more.

Medbay needs to be prepped and ready for a serious injury being flown in right now. And then another one coming in a few minutes later.

We took down one Rakshasha but apparently there was another and we...what do I do with an about eight year old unconscious Rakshasha? Because I’m not killing him--it--him.

[Filtered to Guy, Juliet, John, the Doctor,Elena, Abby, Roses’ Tardis people and Ruby (Storybrooke)*]

Rose and Dick have both been pretty injured and Clark is flying them to the medbay. You may want to get over there now.

[ooc: *Lois would've sent this message as a direct text to any of the people filtered to if she had their number!!]

helooo Earhththatwasbutstillis

i'm wash and im responsiblel for the giannt blodstain in your gras
sorry

no more belleding though
simon ananad marethea and them fixesd me up

hello


[ooc: Filter reads "i have had enough evil for a lifetime. please go away." I am assuming whoever gave him internet access told him not to let Satan talk to him. Also, as noted earlier, Wash won't be talking for very long because drugs + injuries!]

Interesting story.

The complex microwave was sparking a bit, so I thought I'd give it a quick fix and, well...

I might need a lift home from Africa.



[ooc: THE DOCTOR TURNED THE COMPLEX KITCHEN'S MICROWAVE INTO A TELEPORTING DEVICE. If anyone wants to have used it/ended up in a random location, go for it! Cause oops.]

Now that I seem to be situated for the meantime, thank you for your assistance, Abby. It is most appreciated.

My name is Vastra, a friend of the Doctor. I was told the basics of the war that is happening here, and I shall lend my assistance in any manner I am able.

That said Doctor, how did your deal with the universe fare, hm?

how do you get over a fear?

like if you don't like the dark you can get a night light and learn to be okay with it, right? or you think the old woman next door is an evil witch but you meet her and learn she just doesn't like balls flying into her yard so you play ball on the other side of your yard

but what if you think certain foods can kill you or others or are afraid of spiders? how do you get over those ones?

Is it terribly wrong of me to be amused at the Doctor and Oswin's banter?