09 December 2013 @ 09:02 pm
[The image on the screen shows the (Second) Doctor out in the snow by a playground. He’s decided to take advantage of the sudden snowfall to throw on his old fur coat and build snowmen. Or at least his version of them. The one he’s working on looks a lot like a Dalek with a plunger and a bent-up wire hanger for the arms. He tops it with two cans on the dome-shaped head.]

Now what can I use for the eye-stalk? Ah!

[Spots a broken piece of a cane with a rubber tip amongst some rubbish, and jams it right in the dome.]

I suppose it’ll do.
 
 
23 November 2013 @ 04:57 pm
[The image on the screen shows the (Second) Doctor in the library, scanning some titles on the shelves. He pulls out a book and scans through all the pages.]

Not the most original escape plan. Still, it does work for the plot. I wonder if anyone could recommend a good title.

(ooc. Open to action/voice/text.)
 
 
05 November 2013 @ 08:39 pm
[The image on the screen shows the (Second) Doctor walking in the darkness through the streets towards what looks like a festival of some kind. He looks up at fireworks booming overhead and sees what looks like a bonfire up ahead.]

Finally, some light. Looks like some kind of celebration. I wonder what the occasion is.
 
 
26 October 2013 @ 01:06 am
[The image on the screen shows the (Second) Doctor coming out of the TARDIS and looking at his surroundings. Today, something is very different. Instead of the usual sights of the City, he’s surrounded by cornstalks that reach pretty high above the TARDIS’ roof. He looks behind the TARDIS and sees the way blocked by a wall of cornstalks.]

Well, this is certainly different. Only one way to go it seems.

[He begins walking and turns left, seeing more cornstalks with a few ways which he could go. He taps a finger to his chin, gets an idea, and rushes back to the TARDIS. A few minutes later, he emerges with a ball of yarn, and a few more stuffed in his pockets. He ties an end to the door handle and starts moving with the string unwinding.]

What’ll this place think of next?

(ooc. Struck with the corn maze. Anyone is welcome to bump into him.)
 
 
10 September 2013 @ 09:58 pm
[The (Second) Doctor has gotten into the Hall of the Missing. He’s a little unnerved because something about it doesn’t feel right.]

What the Dickens is this place—a museum or a mausoleum?

Or both.
 
 
07 September 2013 @ 09:29 pm
[The (Second) Doctor wakes up in what looks like a small space with a full-length mirror. He’s lying next to a pile of women’s clothing. He’s not sure how he got there or what’s been happening. He looks around him, seeing that he’s in his shirtsleeves, lifts up his right hand and finds he’s wearing a handcuff, and he’s attached to someone.]

What in the world? What’s happening?

[Rose is still half asleep unaware of her surroundings. She's mumbling wearing her purple slip.]

Mmm...Doctor. I thought you said---

[She jolts right up and looks over to see the Doctor completely stunned.]

Doctor? What the hell are you doing here?

(ooc: They're experiencing the handcuff curse.)
 
 
03 August 2013 @ 04:53 pm
[The (Second) Doctor has been wandering around for some time and has found himself on the beach. He’s decided to make the most of this by shrugging off his coat and building a sand castle or two while watching the surf and enjoying the pleasant day. The Doctor’s concentrating hard on the one he’s building.]

It’s always the spires that are the most difficult. Sand can be very delicate, so I must be very careful—otherwise all this work will be for not.

[Laughs as he carves out another wall leading up to a spire.]

Ah, this is good. Yes, I think it’s really starting to take shape now.
 
 
07 July 2013 @ 10:07 pm
3rd  
[The (Second) Doctor is walking in the square idly trying to play a tune on his recorder. He doesn't seem to be pleased with his progress.]

If I didn't know better I'd swear this was out of tune.

[Looks around.]

Oh my, quite a lot of people about today. Many new faces. I wonder what's the occasion.
 
 
15 June 2013 @ 12:27 am
[The image on the screen is of the (Second) Doctor is wandering the underground. Every few minutes he thinks he hears something and looks over his shoulder.]

I wonder how the dickens I'm going to get out of this place. I can't even tell how long I've been down here. Leave it to me to get lost in a place like this. Oh well. I'd better make the best of it. Perhaps I should stop talking to myself. First sign of madness they say. Oh, I wish I had Jamie or Zoe here. Or Ben or Polly. I should find my way back to the surface and get back to the TARDIS. I don't think I like it down here much.

[Looks over his shoulder.]

Hello? Is someone calling me?

[Bumps against something.]

Oh, pardon me.

[Realizes he's bumped into a stand. Looks a little embarrassed before turning around quickly.]

Who is that? Who's whispering in my ear? Come out now! Show yourself!

[Doesn't see anyone. He's completely alone. Begins to rub his hands nervously.]

I wonder…could it be…them? Oh my giddy aunt. Perhaps I am going...no. It couldn't be them. This isn't how they would work. No, there is someone here, playing some kind of childish game. Well I won't be frightened! You'd better come out! I am not someone to be trifled with.

[Waits for a response. Gets silence.]

Well, that was never going to work was it? I wonder...

(ooc: The Second Doctor is cursed.)
 
 
05 May 2013 @ 06:59 pm
[The image on the screen is of a scruffy looking man wearing a baggy black frock jacket, scraggly tie, and plaid pants. He looks like he’s nearing middle age, but his blue eyes have a mischievous, youthful glint. He runs a hand through his mop of dark hair and breathes deep through his nose, before making a face.]

Oh dear me. Of all the places they could have me land in. [Pulls at his jacket lapels] The gutter! Oh well, it could be worse I suppose. They could have me land in the middle of a molten river for all they care! Or the local sewer.[Looks up at the sky] Hm, now, what have we here? Oh, it would be helpful if I had someone to talk with. Like Jamie or Zoe. I wonder how Victoria turned out. [Begins walking down the alley and emerges onto a sunlit street] Oh splendid! I must be in America, perhaps even Los Angeles…I think. [Looks around] This can’t be right. Where is…where is everyone? Some place like this would be full of life at this time of day. [Checks his watch] Perhaps it’s Sunday. Very well. [Claps his hands] I haven’t been to a church service in ages. Or perhaps the local pub. I could at least get some idea there about this place. Hmm.