a traveler from an antique land

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-12-27T22:00:00

2009-12-28T03:00:49Z

Because I was viciously held captive by a music video for most of this day by a music video and didn't write any of the things I'd meant to, I'm posting it here.

Oh, and also because it has to do with the Doctor. Contains clips from up to The End of Time, Part One, though really only spoilers for up to the Waters of Mars.

State of the Muse!

2009-12-27T01:38:25Z

I said this back when the new Doctor was first announced, but given my recent quietness, I feel the need to reiterate, especially given my recent fail in writing: I'm not going to stop writing my Eleven.

That said, she's officially AU now ~~for which Rusty is making me grateful~~, and I'm waiting on new canons to decide whether to write any of Matt Smith!Doctor into Claudia Black!Doctor. WE SHALL SEE. At the moment, though, I'm thinking her divergence point is The Waters of Mars, possibly even with a quiet blackout of some of the, er, odder elements of RTD's reign. I'll probably be experimenting with that in the future.

And maybe find her an RP! Who knows? Also, because I have this giant post already, and I've been ridiculously missing my icons, if anyone would be willing to give an icon addict her boost? I actually have extra userpics bought for her, because of a Thing, but I can't swing the paid time which is really sad. D:

/begging in the Cone of Shame

Also I have this timeline of her fics for me to tweak into a proper timeline thing in the future.

the beginning.
the long, dark teatime of the soul.
(pick one room in your house/TARDIS/apartment/ship/whatever to explore/describe.)

early days.
the letter. (+ K-9, Mk VI)
(write two letters: one to someone you hurt and one to someone who hurt you.)
whatever happened to sarah-jane smith? (+ K-9, Mk VI, SJA crossover)
(talk about something you lost.)
random encounters of the third kind. (+ Mike)
(appearances can be deceiving.)

did you know.
(alcohol.)

swinging on a star. (+ Diane Holmes)
glass. (+ Diane Holmes)
woman for all seasons. (+ Diane Holmes, the Rani)
(fashion statement.)

dial p for penguin, part one. (+ Frobisher)
(in which the Doctor and Frobisher embark upon a mystery.)
dial p for penguin, part two. (+ Frobisher)
(in which the adventure continues.)

middles.
the most dangerous of all the gods.
(once upon a time, very long ago.)
quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
(who watches the watchmen?)

at the beach.
interrogations & mix-ups.
(what do you live for?)
picnicking. (+ the Master)
(is redemption truly possible?)
childish.
(you've temporarily turned into a child. what do you do?)

opposites attract. (+ the Master)
(what would a description of your *exact opposite* be like?
dr. smith and the catacombs of fire." (+ guest narrator)
(an adventure story.)
eternity. (+ The White Guardian, the Black Guardian)
(forest & creek)
dårlig ulv stranden. (+ multiple, multi-era companions)
(what are you afraid of?)

the beginning of the end.

kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. (+ the Master)
(now what?)
these are the scars that silence carved. (+ ?)
(once upon a time can be overwritten.)

unclassifiable.
accusations.
religion.
fairy tale.
happy endings.
the past is never dead.
what do you think?
collections.
something blue.
(write about something old, something new, or something borrowed.)

the longest day (linearly).
a recipe for distaster.
heaven's bright light.
(a friend asks you to recommend a book: which book would you choose and why?)
the girl from u.n.i.t.
or, through the looking glass, and what the doctor found there.
madness?_

lists.
headlines.
3 A.M.
the five steps to a successful negotiation.
abandoned projects.
lying.
the doctor's guide to surviving a zombie apocalypse.

holiday special.
santa claus is coming to town.
a smith family christmas. (+ Luke Smith Has Two Mommies)
we have heard on high. (+ Luke Smith Has Two Mommies

stories of dubious reality.
sleeping on the couch. (+ Harry Sullivan, Dennis Creevey, Ace McShane, Sarah Jane Smith, the Master [Delgaldo].)
doctor who and the curse of etheric beam locators. (+ the other au female Doctors)

split-second decisions. (+ Inara Serra, Kaylee Frye)
the oncoming baby. (+ the Obstetrician)
to dodge a flying flowerpot. (+ Donna Noble, joss'd)
time and tide wait for no man. (+ Diane Holmes, the Rani, Mike, Dennis Creevey, Donna Noble)

r-e-s-p-e-c-t. (+ multi-era, multiple companions.)
(what does respect mean to you?)
copacabana. (+ the Fifth Doctor)
(what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done while sober?)
insights, exploits, and considerably more than you wanted to know about the number of times the world almost exploded. (+ spoilers for the Waters of Mars and the Christmas special)
(write page 57 of your 300-page autobiography.)

the fastest escape. (+ Jenny, Bart Allen.)
(hairy situation.)
customer service. (+ the cast of Chuck)
the doctors' traveling show. (+ Leonard McCoy)
these are the voyages. (+ Leonard McCoy, James T. Kirk)

as time goes by. (+ the last Doctor)
needs. (+ multiple companions, multi-era)
follow the white rabbit.
(discuss an individual who has scared you.)

q's guide to courting doctors.
q who?
(congratulations! you've been granted one wish. what is it?)
four doctors, a q, and a ~~pizza place~~ restaurant.
mon valentine.
(have you ever seduced someone or has anyone ever seduced you?)
specious. (+ Luke Smith Has Two Mommies)

the wizarding world.
five pets dennis brought on board the TARDIS. (+ Dennis Creevey, the Master)
in which eleven and dennis babysit the doctor. (+ Dennis Creevey, the Tenth Doctor)
(scary monsters.)
uncommon comrades. (+ Bart Allen, Luke Smith)
{write about a time you were outsmarted./"Dennis, Luke and Bart, left alone in the Doctor's TARDIS!")

luke smith has two mommies.
five instances luke had two mommies.
what food will you never eat again?

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-12-26T17:01:00

2009-12-26T22:01:32Z

brb loling forever.

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-12-25T22:38:00

2009-12-26T03:38:12Z

Since I have a feeling I'm going to have a very loud Eleven voice after I watch new Who tomorrow. >>

1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the lyrics.
3. Let your friends assign you a song and character(s) to write a drabble to.
4. Realize that your MP3 player is temporarily misplaced and pick songs from your youtube favourites list randomly.
5. Cop out on linking to the lyrics. >>

Song:
Character:
Preferred pairing or other characters to include?:
Would you like me to include your muse?:

1. The James Bond theme.
2. "Viva la Vida", Coldplay.
3. ~~"I Go With Him", Nina Nastasia~~ taken by strawberryknees
4. "Vindicated", Dashboard Confessional
5. "Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)", ABBA
6. "Hallelujah", Jeff Buckley
7. "Let Go", Frou Frou
8. ~~"One Girl Revolution", Superchick~~ taken by strawberryknees
9. "Luisa's Bones", Crooked Fingers
10. "BelieveM", the Bravery
11. "I'm On a Boat", the Lonely Island
12. "Freedom", George Michael
13. "Flight", Sutton Foster
14. "I Love the World", Discovery Channel Version.
15. "Little Bird", Lisa Miskovsky
16. "Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)", Moving Out version.
~~17. "Endangered Love", Veggie Tales (DON'T JUDGE ME)~~ taken by gr8muppetyodin
18. "Strongest Suit", Aida (brb laughing forever)
19. "Breathe In, Breathe Out", Mat Kearney
20. "Bubbly", Colbie Calliat
21. ~~"Le Disko", Shiny Toy Guns~~ taken by strawberryknees
22. "Would You Like to Buy an O?", Sesame Street
23. "Thanks for the Memories", Fall-Out Boy
24. "A Dustland Fairytale", the Killes
25. "Dancing With Myself", Glee soundtrack.

Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas! <3

something blue.

2009-12-22T03:25:31Z

Crop circles in the sand. The universe always starts with riddles. They’re her downfall, the mysteries. She’s like an object caught in their orbit, endlessly looping them in messy circles, inspecting, taking the pieces of the puzzles in her hands and searching for the shape of how they’re put together.

Sometimes the pieces are made of glass, and they cut her hands. Sometimes– sometimes. But she can’t put them down, because she has to know, and that’s the paradox of her mind, endlessly drawn to that which will hurt her.

This is old. This is ancient, written in hieroglyphs only men with ghosts in their minds and dust on their hands can translate.

The universe is immutable. Energy and heat, these are forms that will always exist. Only the shapes change, become new in their paths. They fascinate her, the shapes of things. Like a child caught in the wonder of a colourful mobile, she is so dazzled by an unexpected turn that she forgets the endings will all be the same. Entropy takes hold, the constant of the universe.

This is not new. The newness is perceptions of the universe, ever-changing. The newness is the ability to look at a piece of the universe as if it’s never been seen before, as if it isn’t made up of the same matter, energy, heat as a million pieces before it, the same building blocks that have endured for time immemorial. She marvels in her companions’ abilities to make the old new, and in her wonder forgets her own talent for the re-imagining of the universe. From them, she learns, and that’s new; and with them, she forgets, and learns anew. It’s a borrowed gift, one she’ll have to give back someday.

For now, though, she has it. For now, the universe is full of mystery, even when it slices her hearts open to know it. And because it is so filled, she will always renew, always emerge in life. The day it ceases to amaze her is the day she’ll breathe her last, and become part of the immutable pattern.

Today.

Today is not that day.

And that’s new, too.

Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 313 - Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed.
Word count: 360

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-12-18T21:25:00

2009-12-19T02:25:37Z

The scones weren't my fault.

...Well.

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-12-17T18:45:00

2009-12-17T23:45:18Z

I’ll Explain Later: insights, exploits, and considerably more than you wanted to know about the number of times the world almost exploded.

[Chapter begins with video feed of the Doctor refreshing the lip gloss she claims not to wear.]

Oh, hello! Welcome to the mumble mumble-7th chapter of my almost interactive blog-memoire. We’ve hit the last bit before my regeneration, which was-

[Uncomfortable five second pause. The Doctor looks to the right, off-camera.]

-Well, all things considered, it could've gone a lot better.

[Cut interval. The Doctor is now sitting in the same spot, but looking a good deal older and less glum.]

Of course, having a psychotic regeneration in the mix opens up all sorts of difficult questions. Do you spend your next regeneration on damage control? Push it off til next Wednesday? Not to mention having to apologize to the Ood, and all that mess about the Master. And there’s no way to go back and fix it all without starting the business all over again. Winner indeed, and all because I-

[She stops talking abruptly, and clears her throat.]

-At any rate. The official chronicles of my last few days are hidden in the UNIT files somewhere, ask the Brigadier to dig them up for you. I’d rather not go into it again.

[Cut back to the first age at which we saw her, still distracted looking off-camera.]

-After all, none of us wants to die.

[Abrupt cut to black screen.]

Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 312; 250: Write page 57 of your 300-page autobiography.
Word count: 244

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-12-17T17:35:00

2009-12-17T22:35:48Z

I ATEN'T DEAD.

Well, except for legally from those few incidents hardly worth mentioning.

Three OOC(ish) things!

2009-10-08T21:24:29Z

(1) Service Anouncement: if you ever think that bronchitis lark looks fun and maybe you should give it a try? Don't. Really don't. Just sayin'.

(2) Begging: D: D: D: D: Eleven's paid account expires on the 10th which is v. v. sad and we would both adore if any kind soul could help, on account of my lack of monies. There is even a complimentary thank-you gift in the form of this handsome file cabinet!

(3)

INSTRUCTIONS
01. Leave me a comment
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a totally random nature.
03. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions

OR!

1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

Well, okay, there's just one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.

OR BOTH!

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-10-08T17:01:00

2009-10-08T21:03:50Z

You collect people.

It’s true and not true. Each one is unique, each one is special to you and separate from the others in your memories. Each one has a personality, a history, each has gone with you to places no one else has been. Each one has done brilliant things that no one else could have done.

In the end, though, they’re all the same; they all leave you, in one way or another.

All of them did ordinary things, all of them ate chips and drank tea and went to shops. All of them had a shared history in the universe, a legacy of breathing in and breathing out, footprints of their lives scattered all over the galaxy. All of them blur together after time, Sarah-Jane Fitz Martha Jamie Frobisher, the details fade into the deep fog of your memory. It’s not true and true.

You collect people.

Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 303 - Collection(s)
Word count: 150

Rockin' it new new new new new new new new new new school since '06!

2009-09-30T22:59:02Z

^ Annual arse-kicking vid.

Well! This is a bit brilliant, really. Hard to believe I've hit ~~3 years~~ 1,602. I think there's only one acceptably mature and serious way to announce this, isn't there?

We all know what it is.

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-09-17T17:17:00

2009-09-17T21:27:12Z

Query application opened. Do you have a query?

> MADNESS?_

Processing question and calculating variables for 2300 variations of the language you have chosen.

…

Processing completed. 251 answers found. Proceed?

> YES_

1: A symptom of an unhealthy psyche, characterized by behaviour uncommon to the socialized norm, difficulty distinguishing reality from unreality, and an inability to walk past a shop selling $.25 rubber balls, no matter how many the sentient unit has amassed already.

Continue?

> YES_

2: A feeling of anger, characterized by grumpy noises and facial cues, complaints, raised voice, and a tendency to throw objects at or near the subject of the anger.

Continue?

> YES_

3: Madness, March. An inescapable compulsion to watch human beings chase other human beings around a strictly-defined area with an air-filled spheroid.

Continue?

> YES_

4: THIS. IS. SPARTAAAAAA!

Continue?

> NO, I THINK THAT’LL BE ENOUGH. THANK YOU, COMPUTER_

No problem, Dave.

> IT’S THE DOCTOR, ACTUALLY_

Good night, Dave.

Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 300 - This is... (with more than a tip of the hat to 299, Madness)
Word count: 162
Author's Note: idek

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-09-15T20:56:00

2009-09-16T00:57:30Z

⇘ASK MY PUPPET MEME⇖
Ask them a question!

RPSHIPSMEMEV.O2

ALSO GUESS WHAT. Though I did NOT go to the Con of Dragon, Jenny did and she brought me back pictures!

GUESS WHAT ELSE.

Eleven: *mocks that shirt forever*

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-08-27T21:09:00

2009-08-28T01:13:06Z

Silence.

It’s the first thing she notices. Silence, heavy and thick, coating the planet. She accidentally crushes a pile of dead leaves under her boot; she feels the crunch, but doesn’t hear anything. The sound is snatched away before it can reach her ears, gobbled up the silence.

She stands still for a moment, considering possibilities, then climbs a nearby cropping of rocks for a better look at the place, her movements eliciting no sound. From the top, she can see a city, unnaturally still, and a road, and a sign that might once have read “5 miles” or “1 mile” or “Population 1,000,000” but is now blank.

She purses her lips and sets off down the road.

(This is not that story. This is the story of beginnings, and endings, and the bits in the middle. If it muddles, well. Once upon a time can be overwritten.)

The town is equally barren. No children play in the parks, no curious faces peer out at her from behind curtains, no glimpses of motion to indicate anyone is there at all aside from her. She stops in an empty grocers’, vaults over the counter to have a proper look around. “Hello?” she tries to say, “is anyone there? You’ve got a customer!” She can’t even hear her.

After a few moments of fiddling with papers to find some sort of date or name or anything to tell her where she is or what’s happened, she helps herself to a bag of crisps, noting that the taste had gone out of them as well as the crunch. She chucks them in a rubbish bin and eyes the room speculatively.

Her next stop is the library. Every single one of their books are blank, of course; she lets out a heavy sigh and tucks a small leather volume into her pocket. She’ll test it later, see if it’s still blank in the TARDIS.

The library is right next to the empty park; she settles onto a swing set to give herself a moment to think. A planet that’s been stripped of its people, she mouths, just to try it on for size. And its sound and taste and words, she adds hurriedly, because that’s important, too.

People can move, of course. They can pack up and leave a planet. But people don’t leave everything behind.

People can be forced to leave.

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear, does it still make a sound?

She shakes her head to no one in particular. That’s ridiculous, she thinks sharply. And then, unless you’re already warping reality in some way on a massive scale. Something big, and ridiculous, and completely against the laws of the universe. Something that can let you do away with the population of a planet.

A flash of colour in a puddle of water by the swings catches her attention; a wisp of blue skirt passes out of sight in the reflection.

She stands up suddenly, fumbling through her pockets for her sonic screwdriver. Reflections. The mirrors. The people are in the mirrors. They have to be, she can feel it, she can fix this, she can break the mirrors, set the people free. All she needs is an amplification system, and with a silent cry of triumph she spots an innocuous little store with musical instruments piled into the window displays.

The store itself is in disarray; someone wasn’t a very tidy owner, but then what could you expect from musicians? She stumbles through a pile of stringed instruments and a tangle of horns and music stands and into the electric section (such as it is).

“All right,” she tries to say, scanning the wires for a promising system. It has to be big, to reach the whole town, the whole planet. Something she can work with, something very much like the device encompassing an entire wall, too big to miss. “Oh, you beauty,” she murmurs, running her hands over it for a moment before shoving the sonic screwdriver into the works. At first, there’s nothing, an eerie moment in which sound and time feel like they’re suspended; and then a screech, bypassing her ears to head directly for her bones. It overpowers the silence, cutting through the air and her head and the sound of glass shattering all over the building, the sound echoing and reverberating and traveling. The sound system blows, but it can’t stop what’s already out there, the planet so desperate and wanting that it makes a way to preserve it, carrying it on through to shatter more mirrors, free its people.

She imagines if you were to look at the planet from space, right then, it would glitter.

Eventually, the chatter of people, muffled greatly by overtaxed eardrums, cuts through her consciousness, and a large chap with a musical note on his shirt stumbles out from the back room to gape at the burnt-out amplifier. The Doctor waves cheerily to him and picks her way to the door to see that everything is set back to rights. She has questions to ask, investigating to do.

Unfortunately, so intent on this task is she that she completely fails to miss the library book fallen from her pocket, or the symbol finally visible on its cover.

Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 297 - Crushed
Word count: 886
Serial: Through a Mirror, Darkly

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-08-25T16:30:00

2009-08-25T20:33:05Z

Well, guess who's back! With all limbs and useful body bits still in their proper places, even! And many new books and ideas and a few things to type out. FEAR!

Okay, but, really, you can admit it. Who missed me?

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-08-12T13:09:00

2009-08-12T17:14:58Z

Find more videos like this on BAM Vid Vault

As of tomorrow, I'm heading off into the ~~wild blue yonder~~ respectably-sized beige van on a family vacation, returning August 25th-ish. Hopefully in one piece. ROCK ON IN MY ABSENCE, LOVELY PEOPLES!

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-08-09T22:58:00

2009-08-10T03:00:07Z

RP Love Meme // Show me love

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-08-06T15:45:00

2009-08-06T19:55:56Z

“There’s a set of rules for this,” Bones says. “An entire set of rules in the Prime Directive that expressly forbid anything even remotely like what we’re doing now. And that’s not even getting into the court-martialable offenses.”

The Doctor doesn’t deign to respond at first, being a little too distracted breaking the Enterprise’s warp core with cherry chewing gum and a ball of twine. “You mean the same ones that ought to be preventing you from gallivanting around the timeline with a member of an extinct race?”

Bones clears his throat loudly and adjusts the collar of his uniform. “That’s them.”

She beams at him before returning to the task at hand. “Just checking.”

They’ve landed on the Enterprise, directly in the Engineering section. That morning, Bones had been innocently consuming a breakfast of eggs and grits and lots of coffee when the Doctor barged in, nearly causing him to choke on a mouthful of egg white, and declared they had a Mission. Apparently, for some reason or another, the Enterprise can’t be allowed to advance on its present course for at least a day. Bones isn’t really sure why or what happens if they do– for that matter, he doesn’t even know when they are, as the Doctor explained she couldn’t risk him returning to his timeline and screwing up the newly-fixed timeline– but he trusts the Doctor enough to believe that she wouldn’t sabotage the ship for no reason.

Which is how they came to be here, at this junction, him with his medical tricorder trying to look important and busy, and her in hastily-procured engineering red with her entire upper-body hidden in something important vitally important to the ship’s warp core function. At least the view isn’t bad.

That’s where they hit their snag, in the form of Captain James T. Kirk walking directly towards them. He already has his radar out in the presence of a pair of good-looking legs. Bones can almost imagine a comical Hel-lo! thought bubble coming out of his head; he squashes the thought in favour of more pressing matters, like kicking the Doctor’s shin to get her attention. “Problem,” he hisses.

The Doctor makes an extremely grumpy noise and pokes her head out of the junction long enough to take in the Captain coming their way. “Kiss him.”

Bones chokes, and attempts to hide the reaction with a subtle coughing fit. “Have you gone insane?”

“We can’t have him asking questions.” And of course, she hasn’t even bothered to look at him. Her head’s still stuck in the damn panels, so she can’t get the full effect of the extremely disbelieving and pissed off stare he’s aiming at her elbow. “Go on,” she says, “it’ll be fun!”

Which is how, when Jim finally gets close enough to start asking awkward questions, like Who’s that? or What are you doing down here?, Bones finds himself grabbing his best friend by the shoulders and dragging him close enough to force their lips together.

The hell of it is, Jim is a damn good kisser, which Bones never suspected because it’s not like he’s ever thought about this or anything, but makes sense. By the time his brain starts working again, the Doctor is standing behind him, arms crossed and eyeing him with that go on, then, it’s not like the universe is in danger or anything face, so he lets go and stutters out something about having to go do something very important in Sick Bay and runs full-tilt for the TARDIS.

The Doctor, left behind, just shrugs one shoulder at Jim and mouths ‘Men. What can you do?’ before strolling after him, casual as you please. “Some people,” she murmurs idly, “have no sense of dignity.”

Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 294 - Passing
Word count: 625
Author's note: do_it_in_three was going to get a trailer for his guest appearance, but instead all he gets is this author's note. curedrainydays doesn't get anything because he's mine.

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-08-03T22:30:00

2009-08-04T02:30:15Z

The "You Should Write..." Meme!
my thread here

ICONS ICONS ICONS

2009-08-03T21:08:10Z

...I totally just realised I never did this for Eleven.

The Character Expression Meme
Character: The Doctor
Journal: eleventh_doctor
RPG: [Bad username: many, lots]

.happy.	.sad.	.angry.	.scared.

.disgusted.	.surprised.	.flirty.	.sexual.

.confused.	.shy.	.playful.	.rage.

.hurt.	.guilty.	.bored.	.laughing.

.sarcastic.	.tired.	.wtf.	.pride.

.sympathy.	.evil.	.innocent.	.in love.

YOUR	FOUR	FAVORITE	ICONS

WANT TO DO IT TOO?
Snag yourself the coding here.

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-07-27T16:02:00

2009-07-27T20:04:24Z

scarvesngarters (3:58:24 PM): People are always like "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED" and she gets all "JELLY BABY?"
Mandas (3:58:40 PM): XD
scarvesngarters (3:58:50 PM): HER AVOIDANCE TACTICS ARE SUBTLE
Mandas (3:59:24 PM): almost as subtle as her ship.
scarvesngarters (3:59:34 PM): WHAT.
scarvesngarters (3:59:36 PM): WHAT.
scarvesngarters (3:59:40 PM): POLICE CALL BOXES ARE SUBTLE OKAY
Mandas (3:59:44 PM): NO
Mandas (3:59:47 PM): NO THEY AREN'T
scarvesngarters (3:59:51 PM): ....WELL.
Mandas (3:59:57 PM): Especially when they go BWEE BWEE BWEE
scarvesngarters (4:00:04 PM): THEY WERE SUBTLE WHEN IT BROKE ON THAT DESI SJKDHFKJSHDGF

eleventh_doctor @ 2009-07-25T21:07:00

2009-07-26T01:08:19Z

RPSHIPSMEME

Pedicures! (for notadictator)

2009-07-22T01:45:02Z

The Doctor has, rather obviously, remodeled since her Eighth self. ...Not the curtains kind of remodeling, the kind where everything looks organic and such. She opens the door for Lucie (the key's changed, too) and steps inside.

"What do you think?"

Bigger on the inside! (for gr8muppetyodin)

2009-07-22T00:24:09Z

The Doctor bounces on ahead, already digging through trouser pockets for the TARDIS key, coming up with a bag of jelly babies, a yo-yo, a small purple teddy bear, and an array of gadgets and gizmos, not necessarily in that order.

"Here we are!"

The TARDIS, of course, looks like a blue Police Call Box. The Doctor busies herself unlocking it.

(for friend_a_muse)

2009-07-21T20:25:51Z

~~Accepting companion applications here~~ Hello!