the doctor.

— temporary pinned — revamped and resurrected. the sixth incarnation of the rogue time lord known only as ' the doctor '. travels time & space in a blue police box. #dwrp / #mvrp. canon / non. era – flexible. crossovers / ocs welcome. ships (if any?) preferably arranged.

sneaking ? in these clothes ? somehow not impossible. he frowns. " simply running a standard optimisation check. see ? " the doctor lifts a hand, holding a think black oblong, beeping contently in its own tinny way. " it's not like you to wander this far into the tardis. "

appearing from the vast beyond of the tardis. looking for something ?

i suppose we all require a certain level of ( housekeeping ) every now and then.

trivial ? TRIVIAL ? ! 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘈𝘓 ? ! this is of the ( utmost ) importance ! ! ! my dear braxiatel, even YOU must appreciate the importance of this decision ! all my lifetimes beyond THIS VERY MOMENT ! oh, what's the use ? ! it hardly surprises ME that YOU don't UNDERSTAND.

hamlet, act three, scene one. tapping away at the console, humming. " that ought to do the trick, mm ? ah, i do so love that . . . fresh scent of a well — kept ship. and the old girl is indubitably of that ardent kind, if i may say so myself. a roguish knave in the pack. "

this is ( hardly ) blackpool.

ah, to sleep, perchance to dream . . .

and just what have we ( here ) ?

can't you ( smell it ) ? the ( fresh decay ) of consumerism. look around you, peri. see the rotting pumpkins, the macabre obsession with blood and gore. quite tastless. if there is ( one thing ) america does well, it's ( temerity ) with history. the absolute monopoly.

it is ( NOT ) a halloween costume ! ! ! ! !

the particular smell of a northern hemisphere october. not a particular highlight of the year. oh, ( yes ) it has it's strengths, but it's all ( far too ) . . . commercialised. far too ( american ).