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8 yrs ago
And an early Happy Christmas to you.
9 yrs ago
If you like all of the necessary ingredients, pastry and all, why not just make the pie? So many questions.
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9 yrs ago
...How in the heavens do you make soup out of a pie?
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9 yrs ago
Fireworks are fine and all, but why do they have to be so bright, colourful and loud?
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9 yrs ago
See, I always pronounced Nutella based on how it was spelt. Noot-telly. Is that wrong?
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The TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It was rare that the Doctor would stop to think on these words. Much like any other name, it can take on a completely new meaning following long-standing association. After centuries of use, TARDIS has come to mean home. Sanctuary. So why would the Doctor now, of all the rare silent spells start to think? To ponder these words now? Fleeting thoughts rush through his head as the silence is broken. A smile pulls at his face as a companion emerges from ahead.

Hunched over the TARDIS console, he watches as Rose jets over, cookies in tow. A unique sight for the ageing Time Lord. He lets a slight chuckle leave him as he adjusts his posture.

"Where are we?" Rose asks in a tone that had slowly become more and more expected as the number of these trips had started to stack up. It was the sound of trust. He starts to speak but notices the tray of browned goods. Pulling an inquisitive face, he's caught of guard by his fingers, finding something of interest in the confines of his jacket's left pocket.

"Oh and I made cookies for us." She hastily adds. The doctor brings a piece of silt to his eyes and inspects it. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary he flicks it away, to find a home somewhere in the TARDIS. A mental note is made to stop dropping things while inside the ship. He nods at what the other has to say.

"I hope you like chocolate chip, you wouldn't wanna hurt my feelings Doctor." She teases finally. Said Doctor disembarks from the console with a swivel.

"Well, to be honest, no. Me and chocolate, not fast friends. I'm like a dog, in that respect I suppose." He reflects, gaze drifting upwards for a second. "In a lot of ways, actually." He stops and pulls an arm out, retrieving a cookie. As he continues to talk it follows his hands in their explanatory movements.

"I mean, it's not as clear cut as with dogs." A short bite follows. The Doctor's face colours different emotions, ranging from mock disgust to fear before settling on a gooey smile as he turns away.

"Fantastic! Rose Tyler: pâtissière! Fan-tastic..." He says, flipping a final switch and turning back to her. "You wouldn't have thought it." He shrugs, grin still glued to his face. The first question finally makes its way into his mind and he obliges the asker with an answer.

"A planet. An alien one. The furthest one yet. You know, I've really outdone myself with this one, I feel. Come on, I'll show you." He beckons Rose along with a gesture, strolling over to the TARDIS door. He clasps the handle and pulls, a vibrant exterior coming into view; the traveller steps out arms wide, casting an eye back to his ship before facing it.

"It's the year five billion and twenty three. We're in the galaxy M87. And this place, this is New Earth." He exclaims, face embodied with pure curiosity. "Well, are you coming?"
Great! I'll go have a look.

Edit: That was an unfortunate and rare delay. Either way, post's up.
That sounds great to me.

In terms of post length, I tend to average out about four - six quality paragraphs. However, I will usually match the length of a partner, be that more or less. And yeah, while I may occasionally take my time checking this, I'm likely to reply to most things within the same day, if not within the week.

If I get tired or bored you will be the first to hear of it.
Ooh, I was going to say New Earth actually. Strong contender in my head anyway. 42 and Midnight also good ideas. Another story I'd like to see if we couldn't adapt would be The Planet of the Ood (though, would probably need heavy work done to explain it). And yeah, love me some Weeping Angels.
This all makes sense and sounds great (sorry about the delay in replying). It would probably make sense if this was set some time after Fathers Day but also before the Empty Child/Doctor Dances stuff. And yeah, still more than happy to role Donna.

I like the idea of adapting favourite episodes; hadn't even thought of that in fact. Boom Town would be... Different with this ensemble for instance (not necessarily a favourite, but certainly adaptable). As for where Rose and Nine would be heading first, not sure. It would be interesting if it was something set in the far past but I'm not sure. If we're deviating as it is, I mean.

Edit: Also, I adore the name you chose for this.
Definitely. I'll throw you a PM.
Hi there - been keeping an eye on your DW stuff for a while; quick question though: would you be averse to attempting a two Doctors kind of plot? If yes, forget I said anything, I'd love to chip in with my Nine (if you'll have it.) If no I'd love to work out the details. Regardless, I eagerly await some form of reply, be it here or through PMs (I'll be subscribing to this thread once I've left this message). Right. End of message.
Name: Elliot Spencer Pollard
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Role: Spiritual Medium (detective)
Personality: W.I.P
Description: W.I.P
Alignment: True Neutral
Very work-in-progress (clearly) but I felt I should stick something up as I'll be busy for the next few hours.
TalijaKey said
Well to declare I am searching for a wife/husband... basically I so want to be one half of a married couple in this XDChild is welcome too XP


I'd be more than happy to husband-off my guy. I'd have to gauge what everyone else's characters seem like first though.
Mizuho said
Possibly? I haven't given that much thought, really. I imagine that it'd be difficult because I'm not letting anyone be a direct descendant (ex: He's grandfather!).


Right. Fair enough. Again, was just a thought that popped up. Very interested regardless.
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