04 January 2013 @ 01:18 pm
[ In hindsight, attaching his network device to the TARDIS mainframe might have been an awful idea. Because this way the feed is taking in the entire scene playing out inside her very corridors from high up, like the device is now part security camera.

It's a mess of noise and confusion, the Doctor backed slowly down the corridor by rotting figures in Gallifreyan robes. One of them is holding a Dalek stalk between bloodied and black fingers, but he's not the one the Doctor can't look away from. Half of Rassilon's face is missing, empty skull staring at him impassively. tongue rolling in his jaw as he speaks. ] You killed us.

[ The Doctor stumbles as he skids back, away from Rassilon's outstretched hand, leaving a scrap of fabric in his grip. ] You killed us.

[ Suddenly a door slams out of nowhere, the TARDIS closing off that part of the corridor herself. Her inhabitant leans heavily on the walls, a hand idly curled into a soothing gesture. ] Thank you, dear. [ Jumping when something heavy hits the door. He can still hear the screaming coming from the other side, face a mask of pain. ] I'm sorry, I had to, I had to.

[ An alarm blares and he turns immediately, running down the corridor.

Moments later, his post now shows the console room. He's leaning against it, bruises already blooming against his jaw. A klaxon screeches from somewhere and the TARDIS lights seem dim and unhappy. He'd made sure the Master and Amy were gone, made sure he was the only one inside the TARDIS and now his hands move over a set of keys with purpose. A line of green letters appear just below him on screen
Security override: TARDIS lockdown imminent. ]

I can't let them out. [ He sounds apologetic. ] I don't know what they'd do. This is the only way. [ More firm. ] Stay in groups, stick together, don't go wandering off. Don't let them scratch or bite you. Don't let them inside your heads. [ A sigh, his shoulders dropping. He can hear the sound of feet dragging, can hear a whisper somewhere behind him. Donna. 'You let me down.' ]

Amelia? Stay safe.

[ And with that he reaches over to turn the feed off. ]
19 December 2012 @ 05:59 pm
[ When the feed kicks in, the Doctor is apparently holed up in some rather cramped and dark place. Judging by the way a broom falls in front of him just as he's about to speak, you could probably hazard a guess that he's in a cupboard. In the background there is a very muffled, very vulgar sounding accent that's saying some very particular things about the use of tongue. ]

This is not like it is in a Disney movie. [ Sounding put out. ] You'd think there'd be singing and maybe some cute little baby animals dancing around. Not -- not this.

[ Meester Doctor, we hav no time to lose. You must learn ze language of love at once.

Shouting to the door.
] Please go away, I'm not interested!
06 December 2012 @ 01:31 pm
[ The TARDIS is awash with light when the feed starts, device suspended on one of the many bits and bobs around the console. Somewhere off screen, the Doctor is muttering to himself repeatedly above the din of metal being pounded and things thrown about. Then there's a surprising silence for a moment only interrupted when sparks shoot out in front of the view and the lights dim, the hum in the background dipping a little in volume. ]

Sorry, dear. [ The Doctor's yell can be heard even as his feet hit the stairs from below the console, jogging up to the main part. He's got tinsel draped around his neck, jacket missing, his bowtie slightly singed at the edges.

He moves closer to the console, patting the side as he passes. He hasn't quite realised the video is recording, but he looks relaxed, happy even.
] Didn't mean to startle you. I suppose we'll just have to give up and buy new Christmas lights. They just won't work. I could get you blue ones, you'd like that, wouldn't you?
21 November 2012 @ 04:46 pm
[ The video starts with a rather startling close up of Slender Man. Simply because the Doctor is a kind, kind soul and that's totally what you want to see when you tune in to the network. Of course, maybe his whole scary-wrong feel is kind of dented by the hilariously floppy sun hat on his head - big, bright yellow flower attached to the brim.

The Doctor takes a step back, swinging the device around to his grinning face. He is personally wearing a rather fetching police constable's hat, pen caught between his teeth. He takes it out of his mouth, hums, moves like he's rocking back on his heels.

This is a nice curse, isn't it? It's kind of the City to provide us with a pair of helping hands. And he likes it - [ Spinning the camera back around. ] Don't you Mr. Slendy?

[ Of course, he doesn't say anything. Just stares at the device. In his sun hat. ]
07 November 2012 @ 08:43 pm
-- Of course it's in there, you're clearly not looking hard enough.

[ There's a rustle, and then another voice muttering something that really doesn't bear repeating, thank you very much, Master, before the Doctor's voice filters in again. ]

Oh fine, here let me look, I know my way around better than you do and -.

Why did the door just close? [ A longer pause. ] And why won't it open?
03 November 2012 @ 08:38 pm
Hello, hello, so it's one of those weekends and I can't let it pass without a formal announcement. [ He sounds giddy for a moment, one can only assume that the reappearance of his former companion has boosted his emotional standing. ]

So, all old friends if you're wandering around out there searching for a cup of tea, this is the Doctor speaking. Look for a hat shop. The kettle's on the boil. I have jammy dodgers. [ Excitedly. ] And scones.

[ Static and then: ] Of course, even if we've never met, feel free to pop in too. I love meeting people.

( ooc: no eleven twins pls but any other regeneration is fine! canon mates muchly loved. ♥ )
31 October 2012 @ 06:38 pm
I do love Halloween!

[ Why yes, the video is being addressed by this ]

The sweets, the pumpkins, the trick or treating. Is anyone planning to do that? I have maps. And bags with cats on them. And if you need a costume the hat shop is always open. Hat-Man. Or Hat-Woman. Sounds like fun!
16 October 2012 @ 02:50 pm
(( OOC: Spoilers for The Angels Take Manhattan in this post. Also this is the same Doctor, I just got a bit weird and changed his journal. ))

[ When the feed starts it picks up the shadow of the Hall of the Missing behind the lone figure holding on to the device. The Doctor may not have looked all that different but for the lining of his face. He looks tired, defeated. A small printed peice of paper sticks out of his pocket at an awkward angle and he hums softly. ]

Hello again, City. It's been a while. Well, for me, I don't suppose all that much time has passed since for you. The weather hasn't even changed. [ A pause. ] Nevertheless, it would appear I'm too late either way. [ Amelia's gone. He'd thought, hoped, that when he'd arrived back she would be waiting with a smile on her face and a cluck of her tongue to tell him how stupid he'd been. But her name is in the building behind him, and he's lost her here too. He's alone.

And he'd promised, god, he'd promised. Never them. His hearts twist and for a moment he thinks about just giving up. Who cares what the deities want with him? Why should he bother about the City and all of its foolish, wonderful inhabitants when his best friend in all the worlds and the one person he'd finally been able to trust isn't even here --.

But he's the Doctor, and the words she'd written him burn in his pocket as a reminder. He physically tries to pull himself together with a brisk shake of his head.
] Could someone kindly fill me in on what I've missed? I feel like I need to catch up.
08 September 2012 @ 11:33 am
There are cat hairs all over these bowlers. What sort of establishment do you run here? It's shoddy workmanship, that's what it is, you should be ashamed and -

Have you even listened to a word I've said?

[ The camera shakes slightly because the Doctor's currently trying to balance on the very end of a step ladder with one foot. He's holding the device up the wrong way above him so the only image is of him and the shop. The woman's voice from before isn't recognisable, but the shrill way she sounds makes him wince. ]

Not really, no. I'm trying to hang up this mobile and your prattling is rather easy to tune out. [ He wobbles a bit more as he's moving, over arm extended over himself to hook something into the ceiling. ] All you've done since entering the shop is snipe and criticize. Quite frankly, I wouldn't want you buying a hat either way. Especially not with that enormous head.

[ Then he seemingly finishes his task. The camera spins, catches the image of a woman (with a rather large head, to be honest) storming out of the hat shop before it settles on the Doctor's creation. It's a model of the solar system. It also looks like it belongs above a child's cot but he doesn't care. Just below the Earth, a little paper maché TARDIS spins. ]

It's okay Wanda, you can come out from under the sun hats now. The mean old lady's gone. I was a bit rude though, wasn't I?

[ The cat simply meows in response and settles against a rather high stack of knitted hats. ] Ah well, can't be helped. Her noggin was rather huge.

(( ooc: Eleven's been cursed with I Cannot Tell A Lie. He just doesn't know it yet. Red is an NPC. ))
15 August 2012 @ 02:09 pm
[ Eleven's talking and walking, device held aloft in between his fingers. Occasionally the screen dips so that all the viewer sees is his bowtie, but that's quite all right, it's a nice looking one. ]

Let me tell you, I've been wandering these streets all day and I have yet to find the one shop I'm looking for. Honestly, you'd think it'd be sign-posted or someone would have been able to point me in the right direction. Who doesn't want to buy funny shaped balloons? I've a real hankering for one like a crocodile. I think it would brighten the place up considerably and -.

[ At this, he turns a corner, and runs straight into the building. It's clearly one of those kitschy birthday places, fancy dress costumes in the window and streamers hanging from the door, lifting lightly in the breeze. ] A-ha.

[ Feeling rather victorious, the Doctor grabs the poor woman coming out of the shop and places a very loud smack of a kiss on her mouth. She looks amused, fortunately, but he immediately flails, flushes and drops his device. From above the sounds of traffic, you can just about hear him apologising profusely. ]

Honestly, I have no idea what came over me, I am terribly sorry.

( ooc: yep, victory kisses, do your worst )
24 June 2012 @ 11:47 am
[ He's still a bit strange, cowboy hat angled down to cover his eyes, but the tweed and the bowtie - well, who knows why he wears that? Dr. Smith is just that bizarre kind of travelling physician, the one with his bag full of clinking bottles and herbs and spices.

He's been in the town awhile - and it's got nothing to do with anyone keeping him here, thank you very much - bumbling and not like the locals with his clipped, funny accent and his odd little stories he tells children around the campfire. He's a man with his head in the clouds and his feet nowhere near a horse, they say, gossip hidden behind hands when he visits with his medicines. He leads her instead of riding her, and it's maybe because he falls off, it's maybe because he just doesn't get it, trailing the mare around the square like she's a balloon on a string.

He tries, but he's probably not really a cowboy at all.

Today he's hiding beneath the lip of an old tavern, watching his horse (TARDIS, because the name came to him one night) drinking from a trough. It's warm, and he's minus the jacket, braces wonky and his shirt sleeves rolled up, bag resting beside his boots. He likes the spurs, couldn't part with them.

Hey old girl, does that feel better?

((ooc: I COULD NOT RESIST. So feel free to bump into him. ))
17 June 2012 @ 08:56 pm
[ The feed starts with a crash, a high pitched noise that sounds like a buzz, and then someone's breathing. ]

Wanda, no. [ Next come the flapping of wings and the soft coo of a bird. The Doctor is pretty much flailing around trying to scare them off, at least nobody can see this. ] Just because it's father's day doesn't mean I want a bloody corpse as a present. I'm quite happy with a cup of tea.

[ Pause, indignant sounds of a cat mewling as she's picked up. ] Bit tricky for your paws, how about I make it?
31 May 2012 @ 08:07 pm
[ The Doctor is excited, he's clearly manic, spinning around with a cat clutched between his arms, bowtie wonky and his grin as bright as can be. ]

Wait 'till you see her, Wanda, just wait. She's beautiful, you'll be impressed, I can tell already. [ Wanda mews at him curiously, clearly having decided her owner is absolutely bonkers. ]

Now, don't fret, she's not the type to get jealous. Well -. [ A pause. ] Maybe a little. But look at you, you're all fuzzy, who wouldn't love a fuzzy thing like you?

[ Wanda bats at the bowtie, then mews again, displeased. ] Oh, all right, I'll let you down. But don't wander too far.
27 May 2012 @ 04:44 pm
It seems to me like the City right now has no end of dark times right about now. [ The curses, while some are amusing, don't exactly endear him. ] I know it's not fair, having your lives played about with like it's a ball of twine preyed upon by cats. But we're all in this together, and that's important. I would hope that people held fast to that thought.

If ever anyone needed to just talk, the hat shop is always open.
21 April 2012 @ 02:07 pm
[ Wanda's chewing on the edge of a photograph, so he swoops in with one arm to lift her up, tilts the device to see them both. ]

I can't be the only one who wants to go absolutely barmy and make a collage, am I? I've always liked the glue that smells a little bit like cake. Unfortunately, Amelia won't let me use the glitter any longer. It usually ends up everywhere.
18 April 2012 @ 11:34 am
[ The hat shop feels rather empty today. It's the lack of purring little creatures, he knows that, but it's quiet and he's never been too fond of the quiet. It makes him think too much. Too many thoughts in his brain and the Doctor gets - well - mopey. He supposes he should get up, do something. Instead he's spinning a pork-pie hat around his index finger, aimless and a little bit fed-up.

His feet kick out in front of him on to the desk, and Wanda the adopted cat purrs at him slightly from her perch on top of a helmet. She must have pushed on his device when she climbed up there, because he hasn't quite realised that it's on yet.

Well, this is a bit of a pickle, isn't it Wanda? [ He stops spinning the hat to shove it on his head. ] Pork-pie, pickle, I'm sensing a food theme today. Maybe we should see if Pond wants to go for a picnic. Though not near any water. Somewhere dry, hey? Not the beach. Definitely not the beach.

[ Waving his hands at the cat, who looks at him in interest. ] A forest? No, bad, so many bad memories. Okay, a car park? Not exactly nice, but it's all empty and unwatery, that's good, isn't it?

[ Oh, look. He's finally noticed the flashing of his device. ] Wanda, watch your feet dear.
25 March 2012 @ 11:17 am
[ The feed kicks in with a very frantic, breathless sounding Doctor. ] Right, listen up you lot, because we haven't got a lot of time. [ In the background there's the sound of crashing, a high metallic noise, and he sighs. ] Those things floating about and destroying everything? Most definitely not good. They're Daleks, and that is spelled D-A-N-gerous, all right? Whatever you do, stay away. Keep your friends, your family, your loved ones, even your enemies in plain sight and look after each other. Do not try and engage them, do not try to fight back, if you see a Dalek, get away as fast as you can.

They are ruthless and they will kill you.

[ A pause, someone yelling down the street. ] If any of you need me, I'll do what I can to get to you.
14 March 2012 @ 12:07 pm
[ The video starts with a pan in on someone wearing tight trousers and big, stomping boots. Whoever it is, skips along three pavement slabs, and then hops to the middle of the next one, stands on his tiptoes and wavers. ]

Oh come on, that's not the right point. Nine hundred years old and I should be able to skip a point fourteen. What kind of person am I? Honestly.

[ It's very much the Doctor's voice, and he sighs, starts jumping again. ] I don't know why, but I just can't get the number out of my head. [ 1, 2, 3, wavering slightly on the fourth again. ] I made three cups of tea today, filled up the fourth up only a little bit. Good thing too, I like to think even I can't drink that much tea. A full fourth might've been pushing it. Maybe that's why I can't keep still.

[ Skip. Hop. Jump. Wobble. ] Oh c'mon. This is awful. Why can't I get this right at all?
28 February 2012 @ 12:24 pm
[ The glass park is nice, all things considered. He rather likes the look of the trees. But right now, he's paying them little heed, too busy dangling a frayed string in front of a rather hungry looking kitten. One paw swipes at the string, then the other, as though the animal's trying to learn the best way of attack. ]

I don't keep ham in my pocket, terribly sorry. All that dashing about gets everything a bit warm, and Pond would kill me. I used to keep bread for the ducks too, but you're not a duck. [ A pause. ] You'd probably eat the duck.

[ Lifting the string higher so the cat has to chase it. ] I wonder if Amelia likes cats.

[ ooc: feel free to bump into him guys. ]