What is this 'dance'? And who decrees it to be mandatory!? How dare they try to force ZIM to attend a ffffffilthy gathering of residents against his will!!

THIS WILL NOT STAND, NEW MOORE!!

ZIM needs no chaperone to this event. ZIM travels alone! ALOOONE!!

[She seems rather cheerful about this whole dance thing.]

A dance could be fun, actually. There was singing and storytelling, and promenades, at home. Lovely foods, and everyone tried their best with the decorations, so it was beautiful. Ah.. The dress might be hard... Ne'ermind. I should be able to do something for that.


But what does... [She pauses to sound out the words carefully.] "man-da-tor-ee day-t" mean?

I have seen a great many impossible things in my time adventuring with Sherlock Holmes. I have seen madmen, phantom hounds, Chinese ciphers, found a knife in the head of Margaret Thatcher (the plaster one, not the real one), and even sat in Buckingham Palace while my flatmate sat there without his pants on. But this. This has got to be the most ludicrous thing that I have ever, ever been witness to in my life.

Fictional! Me! So I suppose that some bloke just made up everything that happened to me, then? Those cases? Being shot in the shoulder? I remember that rather vividly, and I shouldn’t like to have the pain and sacrifice I endured overseas to be discounted as the figment of someone’s bloody imagination! Not to mention everything I’ve been through on Baker Street, the people I’ve known… Does my degree even still count? Christ. I… I don’t even know what to think anymore.

I suppose the proper course of action after his news is to find a pub and have a pint. Except that apparently, the Queen’s currency doesn’t work here.

Brilliant day so far. How’s yours?

Oh, I think I must have fallen asleep! I was supposed to be hibernating for the winter so I suppose that is normal... but now my roommate has changed and a lot of things seem to be different! Or perhaps I am still a little bit confused. Am I still dreaming?

Do people still remember me?
Have I missed anything particularly important?

I have two important questions. Absolutely vital. Critical. Urgent, even, really.

Donna. Do you have any idea who just arrived in town?

Second, and absolutely every bit as essential:

Rose Tyler. May I have this dance?

This is stupid.

[Shepard's face appears on the screen, taut and grim to the point of being nearly expressionless. His eyes are bloodshot and surrounded by dark circles, and the light from his cybernetic implants in plainly visible along one cheek. Looking straight at the camera, he reads -- obviously off of a prepared script -- with barely any emotion showing, and switches off the camera the moment he is finished speaking.]

At 4:58 AM this morning, a citizen's arrest was made, apprehending a suspect in the murder investigations of local medical student Sanjay Chamrajnagar and shop attendant Cally Horn. The suspect was turned over to police custody along with evidence sufficient for charges to be officially filed against the perpetrator.

The department can confirm at this time that the person in custody is Police Chief Thomas Kreise, who was discharged on a medical leave of absence to recover after the trauma of his recent abduction. The possibility has been raised that Mister Kreise was non compos mentis at the time of the incidents -- the murders, and with the potential of an insanity plea in mind, both legal and medical evaluations of the situation are being obtained.

The department has no further comment at this time.

[Hello, New Moore. There's a yellow mouse waving at the laptop screen, unknown to his sleeping owner on the back.]

Pika-ka! Chuu!

[Said mouse is talking his name-only language and pressing the keys along. The Island's magic translator gives his best try at Poké-speech.]

today masters birthday

we want present

anyone date?

[It seems that Pikachu wants Red to be more social and get some friends - finding him a date for the dance is the best headcanon birthday present idea, right? ...right?

Before waving good bye, he adds a last message.] sorry for snorlax destruction

It seems I have been assigned a new roommate.

In order to co-exist harmoniously within such a limited space, Mister Holmes, I believe we should become better acquainted.

Who: Artemis & Souji
When: a day after the invitations go out?
Where: Juane's
What: Souji invites Artemis to the dance.
Warnings: This is going to be awkward as anything.


( we could be movers or we could be shakers )

A dance, you say? This weekend? You couldn't pay me to stay away.

I feel it's a little redundant to ask, but would you like to do me the incredible honour of accompanying me to the dance, Ianto Jones?

( Private to Team TARDIS. )