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( thoughtformed ) WELCOME to the New Moore social network - May 6th, 2011
06 May 2011 @ 05:15 pm
Who: OPEN LOG. Currently, Ten & Jenny.
When & Where: The Dark Hour.
Are There Other Little Bolded Categories I Am Forgetting: Maybe.
By now, the Doctor had become accustomed to time stopping right at midnight. It felt as though the heart of the universe had given a little sigh, and stopped beating. Still alarming, that was for certain. But he could sleep through it, if he wanted to. Every now and then, he actually did.
Most nights, however, he went exploring. With no sonic screwdriver, he had to guess at the meanings of what he saw -- the massive discolored moon hanging in the sky, the increased darkness, the coffins and the pools of blood... sometimes, he'd even heard other people, far off, making their own explorations, but directions were somehow much more confusing, and he'd never managed to keep up with them.
Tonight, he went running downstairs the moment he glanced out his window -- because what he saw outside looked different. The modernist architecture of the island had been replaced by towering granite-slab buildings adorned with gargoyles -- no angel statues, not that he could see, thankfully -- but there was an immediate sensation of awareness. Malevolence. Like he was being watched. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was some sort of psychically reinforced paranoia... or maybe tonight, there'd be someone or something new to say hello to.
When & Where: The Dark Hour.
Are There Other Little Bolded Categories I Am Forgetting: Maybe.
By now, the Doctor had become accustomed to time stopping right at midnight. It felt as though the heart of the universe had given a little sigh, and stopped beating. Still alarming, that was for certain. But he could sleep through it, if he wanted to. Every now and then, he actually did.
Most nights, however, he went exploring. With no sonic screwdriver, he had to guess at the meanings of what he saw -- the massive discolored moon hanging in the sky, the increased darkness, the coffins and the pools of blood... sometimes, he'd even heard other people, far off, making their own explorations, but directions were somehow much more confusing, and he'd never managed to keep up with them.
Tonight, he went running downstairs the moment he glanced out his window -- because what he saw outside looked different. The modernist architecture of the island had been replaced by towering granite-slab buildings adorned with gargoyles -- no angel statues, not that he could see, thankfully -- but there was an immediate sensation of awareness. Malevolence. Like he was being watched. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was some sort of psychically reinforced paranoia... or maybe tonight, there'd be someone or something new to say hello to.