It's never a good idea to complain about things being sleepy, because that's always when they wake up just to kick you. But there is just not a lot happening in fairytale Maine, is there? I make my own fun, but my fun has run into some repetitive cycles.
I've found a lot of spare parts and could rig it up - how about a town-wide, volunteer-based game of laser tag? Winners have bragging rights, those who can fly or have superpowers are on the honor system.
A town full of people from different worlds, magic and powers that make no sense, no ability to leave, and a lot of good looking people, some of which seem to like to run a lot.
It just still feels wrong for there not to be a Doctor around, doesn't it?
Has anyone done any kind of study on how improbable it is that the curse/spell/magic/term of choice seems to grab only the attractive?
The last time I was in Maine, I got seafood, rug burn, and third degree burns. I'd say not necessarily in that order, but I think that was how it went.
So far, this is proving a little different. The nuns are a nice touch. Not so crazy about how there's no exit sign, but nothing's perfect.
Right then. Hello. I'm The Doctor. Some of you know this, some of you don't. Been a bit quiet for awhile -- I know, I know, I'm never quiet and, to those of you who know me, that's probably been nice. But. Yes. Busy. I'm good at busy. Very good at busy. Not so good at cooking I've discovered.
I figured it couldn't hurt to come here and ask but, nobody's seen a blue police box just lying around anywhere have they? I haven't seen it in quite some time, so I doubt it, but I don't really think it could hurt to ask.
Well, someone explained what's going on and I must say it's quite a bit odder than most of the things I've dealt with before. Which is really saying a lot.
I cannot find my totem anywhere and I was told that I had absolutely nothing to worry about. This is not a dream but merely the result of portals at work.
I have to admit that whoever has brought me into this dream certainly has a wild imagination. I must also make my intent to kill whoever is responsible should anything happen to my friend. Fair enough, loves?
I'm not really certain how we're meant to celebrate Thanksgiving this year. Assuming you believe in concepts like years and celebrations and certainty. There's no Brownstone Spire for us to grovel on our bloody knees after crawling through the desert and give thanks for all it has done and not done and hope it accepts our words so we can carry on with our lives. Is there a great, looming spire anywhere that you all use as a substitute?
Well, that one was a fun ride. My nights performing in heels, a push up bra, and a red wig at the Rabbit Hole have come to an end, but Jessica thanks you for your generous patronage.
Roger, my darling, how are you? No bunny tail, I hope?
So people randomly come and go here. No pattern. No rhyme or reason. And no one knows where they go when they leave here. I'm not satisfied with that. If I can be of assistance in some way to whoever is trying to fix this problem, just say the word.
All right so this is Maine? It's not London, but it's quite beautiful!
Maybe some of you can help me out? I'm looking for a bloke, and I think you'd know who I'm talking about if you met him. Calls himself the Doctor, or if anyone has seen a blue police box that'd be helpful.
Just because I'm working Halloween doesn't mean I have to wear a costume. I don't care what anybody says, I'm not trying to tend bar while dressed up as something else. I spend three nights a month not myself, I don't need to dress up in a costume
[Sookie] Do you want to do something tonight for Halloween if I can get off early?
[Claudine] Do you want to share my apartment? I like having the place to myself but I know that not having a roommate means I might get assigned to share with Eric if he ever comes back somebody I don't get along with. And I know I can get along with you. Plus, it'll make it easier for you to keep an eye on Sookie since she's next door.
I was all set on being the Doctor for Halloween, just to see the look on his face when I traded in my coat for his. But then I went another direction. It's Halloween, I should switch it up.
Free sonic screwdrivers to any kids dressed as the Doctor though, I know where he keeps the stash.
Late notice, I know, but Martha and I are having a get together at our flat tomorrow. It's been awhile and we thought it would be good to see you lot. Let me know if you can make it, yeah? That way I know how much food to have on hand.
It is rather disconcerting to learn less than pleasant truths about the person you become in your future. Had it not come from such a credible source, I'm not certain I would have believed any of it.
I'm so sorry
Given the nature of this place, I feel certain that many of you know about the events to which I am referring. Thank you for allowing Arthur to be the one to tell me.
Rose is gone -- means there must be a way to leave, if only I could get some kind of proper reading -- hard to do, can't quite seem to get the sonic to zero in on anything about her, for anything -- could really use a TARDIS -- and a new oven and..
Right. Yes. Back to work. Me -- other me -- Bow Tie me -- bring your screwdriver. Maybe if we put our brains together we can get to the bottom of this. River, you too, -- and Donna and Martha and Jack and Mickey -- just round up everyone.
Has it really been almost two months since I've been here? It doesn't feel like it's been that long, but I can honestly say that I prefer this to where I was before. Yes, I was with Amy there too, but I prefer living in the present to living in the past. I don't mind visiting the past, but trying to adjust to living in the 1930s after being from 2012, was daunting.
As many charms as it has, sometimes this town does just seem small. And there are shockingly few aliens.
[Whoniverse Residents & Jack's Friends] I'm not sure who else we've lost, but Ianto seems to have been one of the people pulled back out of town. Anyone else missing? [/Whoniverse]
[Rose Tyler & Arthur] I could stand to be extremely drunk right about now. Care to keep me company?
((If you think your character is friendly with Jack, feel free to assume they can see.))
I really do need to pay more attention to this thing. I suppose I'm still not all that used to all the gadgets of this particular time person. And, in any case, I get so caught up in my work sometimes. It's a dreadful habit.
Raven, my dear, I do miss your company. Perhaps we could find some time to spend together. Do you think you could spare a few hours for your favourite brother?
You as well, Erik, darling. I have procured a new chess set and would dearly like to break it in.
You know, there's more and more of us showing up who've known the Doctor, in one way or another. What do you say we take over a back room at the Rabbit Hole one night and throw a bash? Three Doctors, no waiting, and everyone who can tell stories about them they wish we wouldn't - all in one space with booze on standby.
Apparently this device doesn't appreciate the jiggery pokery of the sonic. What kind of rubbish is this then? Was only trying to boost the signal to reach my ship.
Seems I'm stuck here. Genius, me, getting stuck some place. It's what I deserve, I suppose, when in the middle of chasing a Slitheen I think, oh, look, there's a portal, I'll just have a quick pop then get back to it.
So, what's this then, with the portals? And don't say magic.
He asked me to marry him. The man who didn't want labels asked me to marry him.
I am as shocked as everyone else who knows Eames is.
So. In this version of the state of Maine, is it legal for two men to marry, or will we have to figure something else out? How do we go about finding that out?