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chronosexual2011-10-24 11:41 pmEntry tags:
fourteenth rift
Sorry I've been so quiet recently. There's been a lot of stuff going on and it's been keeping me really busy! I think I've hit a plateau though, so maybe I can breathe a little.
Who's got plans for Halloween? Anything fun going on that I've missed, somehow?
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Who's got plans for Halloween? Anything fun going on that I've missed, somehow?
( Private to Torchwood: New Moore and Team TARDIS )
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mrspond.livejournal.com2011-10-16 10:47 pmEntry tags:
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Yeah, it had gotten sort of quiet around here, hadn't it?
That was...what, three, four days without anything bad happening? That's practically forever.
Didn't think I'd ever miss having a sonic...anything around.
That was...what, three, four days without anything bad happening? That's practically forever.
Didn't think I'd ever miss having a sonic...anything around.
neverstops2011-10-02 03:36 amEntry tags:
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As far as trips to other planets go, this one's not so bad.
stillwaiting2011-09-30 11:48 amEntry tags:
[video post]
[Have a shot of the floor. Then of the ceiling. Then a shot of a little girl's face coming into view from below as she turns the phone over in her hands. She looks about seven or eight, wearing a read polka-dotted nightie and house robe, with heaps of unruly ginger hair. Her expression twists up into dubious disapproval - she's not sure she likes what she sees, and she definitely doesn't trust it - nevertheless, for a girl of her age, she seems quite calm. Fearless, even.]
Is this the future?
[Look past the adorable lisp for a moment and you might note the extremely familiar accent, and equally familiar note of scorn. If this is the future, that face seems to say, she might as well have just slept in.]
Is this the future?
[Look past the adorable lisp for a moment and you might note the extremely familiar accent, and equally familiar note of scorn. If this is the future, that face seems to say, she might as well have just slept in.]
mrspond.livejournal.com2011-09-24 10:28 amEntry tags:
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It’s a bit odd how old I feel after we go to the parties on this island.
But maybe it’s just that everyone who goes seems to be much, much younger than me? Yeah, that probably has something to do with it. There are a lot of young people here, aren't there?
But maybe it’s just that everyone who goes seems to be much, much younger than me? Yeah, that probably has something to do with it. There are a lot of young people here, aren't there?
chronosexual2011-08-05 11:30 pmEntry tags:
Eighth Rift
WHAT: Jack's Dreamscape
WHO: Jack Harkness and anyone who wants to join. The more the merrier.
WHEN: Nighttime, Thurs-Sun
The location is not immediately identifiable, and rather lonesome, though the warmth of the light from the computers and desk lamps gives off an adequate glow by which to see. It appears to be some kind of underground facility with some impressive technology and... was that a pteranodon that just came soaring overhead? It doesn't matter, it flew out of sight anyhow. One of the computers appeared to be linked to a few CCTV camera feeds and had been left running by its operator. There were no signs of life, save for the flying beast and the light coming from the office up the stairs and over the catwalk. There is much to explore in this dream. Or is it a memory? Is there a difference?
WHO: Jack Harkness and anyone who wants to join. The more the merrier.
WHEN: Nighttime, Thurs-Sun
The location is not immediately identifiable, and rather lonesome, though the warmth of the light from the computers and desk lamps gives off an adequate glow by which to see. It appears to be some kind of underground facility with some impressive technology and... was that a pteranodon that just came soaring overhead? It doesn't matter, it flew out of sight anyhow. One of the computers appeared to be linked to a few CCTV camera feeds and had been left running by its operator. There were no signs of life, save for the flying beast and the light coming from the office up the stairs and over the catwalk. There is much to explore in this dream. Or is it a memory? Is there a difference?
turnedleft2011-07-13 01:39 amEntry tags:
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The summer's here are pretty easy, yeah? I used to travel loads when the hols hit, so this kinda beach weather is just what I'm used to!
How about the rest of you? New Moore's tropic summer anything like where you're from? Speak up if you're from a whole planet of ice!
And don't tell me it's a geographic impossibility cause I've seen it. Right cold it was, obviously.
How about the rest of you? New Moore's tropic summer anything like where you're from? Speak up if you're from a whole planet of ice!
And don't tell me it's a geographic impossibility cause I've seen it. Right cold it was, obviously.
squidissension2011-06-22 10:45 amEntry tags:
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does 'blind date' mean I havve to date that blind chick beloww this
or ter
or ter
mrspond.livejournal.com2011-06-16 10:17 pmEntry tags:
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Um.
Amy probably won't be pleased with me because she said I need to be resting as much as I can.
But I needed to say:
Thank you. And also sorry for all the trouble, but mostly thank you.
And I'll try not to let that happen again? I'm a little embarrassed, honestly.
Amy probably won't be pleased with me because she said I need to be resting as much as I can.
But I needed to say:
Thank you. And also sorry for all the trouble, but mostly thank you.
And I'll try not to let that happen again? I'm a little embarrassed, honestly.
mrspond.livejournal.com2011-06-13 06:30 pmEntry tags:
shenanigans.
WHAT: Log/actionspam re: rescuing Whiny McWhinyPants I mean Rory.
WHO: All the people who apparently like Rory???? Who are you. Participation not required, etc, but pop by if you want.
WHEN/WHERE: The Dark Hour, Monday the 13th, somewhere that essentially looks like Amy's childhood home: big house, lots of rooms. For reference.
At night, Amy's empty house is just a little bit foreboding. Everything creaks, and every single sound becomes a possible robber, a monster, a vengeful spirit. Or at least, that's how it was when Rory was allowed to stay over when they were small.
Now, Rory lies in wait. He paces around the room, his path marked by the clothes that frame it on the floor. He mutters to himself, half-remembered memories of another time he spent waiting.
The other Rory, suitably chastised after trying to fight his extremely vocal and more capable counterpart, sits on the bed, handcuffed to the bedpost. Every so often, when he thinks he hears a sound, he tenses.
"Don't worry," Rory says, stopping his pacing to address him, shaking the little Amelia doll he holds in front of him. "Chances are no one's coming. But we've got practice waiting forever, haven't we?"
The other Rory bares his teeth, "We have nothing in common."
The room the two Rorys occupy is not an easy one to find. Cloaked by a perception filter, the door cannot be found by a simple look around. Rory's rescuers must be careful, and look where they wouldn't usually look.
When the door finally does open, and Rory sees their visitors, he starts laughing. The other Rory tries to get up from the bed, and the bedframe rattles.
Rory hisses, "Shut up."
He turns back to his would-be rescuers and makes as if to straighten his tie--an empty gesture, as it's more than ruined.
"Welcome! We thought you'd never get here."
mrspond.livejournal.com2011-06-06 01:42 pmTHE MIDNIGHT CHANNEL. (or, let's pretend this was posted at midnight new moore time)
[The TV flickers on, and if you're lucky enough to be near it, you're in for a treat. The screen is dark for a few seconds, but lights begin to come on and a room is slowly revealed: a bed with blue covers, posters of space, clothes strewn all over the floor.
There's a cluttered desk in a corner, and a man seated in front of it. The camera zooms in closer to him. Rory makes a small, startled noise and turns towards the viewer. His eyes flash an unnatural amber colour.]
Oh, hello!
[His clothes are visible, now. It's obvious that he's wearing the Tenth Doctor's outfit, minus the dinner jacket. The pant legs are rolled up, the sleeves of the shirt are ripped and seem to pool past Rory's hands when he doesn't push them up; the tie is skewed and dirty. He's holding two paper dolls, one of little Amelia Pond and one of the Doctor. There's a dollhouse in front of him, on the desk, and he seems to get distracted by it for a few seconds. It looks remarkably like Amy's childhood home.
Rory snorts and looks towards the camera again.]
I have a story to tell you, tonight. Thought I'd get my friends here to help me out.
This is little Amelia Pond. [He holds up the Amy doll.] And this is her Doctor. [He gently waves the Doctor doll in front of the camera.]
The story's not actually about them, though in a way, it really, really is. The story's about an insignificant little boy, who did everything he could to make little Amelia like him. We don't need a doll for him, we've already mentioned he's insignificant, haven't we?
[Rory aims a bitter smile at the dolls he holds.]
This insignificant little boy let Amelia dress him up as her Doctor, played at being him. He still hasn't stopped, actually. That's the funny part. He never stopped.
[Rory turns more agitated as he goes on.]
Everything, every single thing the little boy did when he was small, and as he grew older was an attempt to be more like Amelia's Doctor. Of course, as he found out, he could never actually be the Doctor. How could anyone but the Doctor ever hope to be him?
He grew up to be a nurse kind of chap. Never a Doctor. Never that good.
Especially not when Amelia's Doctor came back to her, and he was just as amazing and mysterious as the first time she met him.
[Rory makes the dolls touch as though they're holding hands and then frolic in front of the camera. He then flings them onto the desk and stands up, putting his hands in pockets and walking closer to the camera, which backs away from him in jerky movements.]
What a pathetic story. Although, it's fitting for such a pathetic little boy who grew into an equally pathetic man, isn't it? Is there no limit to what a single man will do to be liked? Pretend to be her imaginary friend? Yes, alright. Wait for her as she travels around time and space when her imaginary friend turns out to be real and sweeps her off her feet the night before her wedding? Well, of course! Die for her, maybe? Well...that's a little...but alright.
Wait two thousand years.
[He stomps forward faster, now, and yells.]
Two thousand years!
[He taps his temple.]
And every single one in here.
There's a cluttered desk in a corner, and a man seated in front of it. The camera zooms in closer to him. Rory makes a small, startled noise and turns towards the viewer. His eyes flash an unnatural amber colour.]
Oh, hello!
[His clothes are visible, now. It's obvious that he's wearing the Tenth Doctor's outfit, minus the dinner jacket. The pant legs are rolled up, the sleeves of the shirt are ripped and seem to pool past Rory's hands when he doesn't push them up; the tie is skewed and dirty. He's holding two paper dolls, one of little Amelia Pond and one of the Doctor. There's a dollhouse in front of him, on the desk, and he seems to get distracted by it for a few seconds. It looks remarkably like Amy's childhood home.
Rory snorts and looks towards the camera again.]
I have a story to tell you, tonight. Thought I'd get my friends here to help me out.
This is little Amelia Pond. [He holds up the Amy doll.] And this is her Doctor. [He gently waves the Doctor doll in front of the camera.]
The story's not actually about them, though in a way, it really, really is. The story's about an insignificant little boy, who did everything he could to make little Amelia like him. We don't need a doll for him, we've already mentioned he's insignificant, haven't we?
[Rory aims a bitter smile at the dolls he holds.]
This insignificant little boy let Amelia dress him up as her Doctor, played at being him. He still hasn't stopped, actually. That's the funny part. He never stopped.
[Rory turns more agitated as he goes on.]
Everything, every single thing the little boy did when he was small, and as he grew older was an attempt to be more like Amelia's Doctor. Of course, as he found out, he could never actually be the Doctor. How could anyone but the Doctor ever hope to be him?
He grew up to be a nurse kind of chap. Never a Doctor. Never that good.
Especially not when Amelia's Doctor came back to her, and he was just as amazing and mysterious as the first time she met him.
[Rory makes the dolls touch as though they're holding hands and then frolic in front of the camera. He then flings them onto the desk and stands up, putting his hands in pockets and walking closer to the camera, which backs away from him in jerky movements.]
What a pathetic story. Although, it's fitting for such a pathetic little boy who grew into an equally pathetic man, isn't it? Is there no limit to what a single man will do to be liked? Pretend to be her imaginary friend? Yes, alright. Wait for her as she travels around time and space when her imaginary friend turns out to be real and sweeps her off her feet the night before her wedding? Well, of course! Die for her, maybe? Well...that's a little...but alright.
Wait two thousand years.
[He stomps forward faster, now, and yells.]
Two thousand years!
[He taps his temple.]
And every single one in here.
notvictorious2011-06-03 09:29 amEntry tags:
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So we're having a party at my place tonight. I don't know how to say "adults only" without it sounding gross, but you get the idea. Equius, you don't mind spending time again with your friend, right? Either way, I won't let anybody into your room. Or you could go to Karkat's.
Anybody who's coming, bring food. Nathan's idea of snacks are actually pretty disgusting.
Anybody who's coming, bring food. Nathan's idea of snacks are actually pretty disgusting.
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and we get to play with the high school students, too!
i am really excited about our final project!!!!!!!!
it is definitely different from anything i had to do at home. i mean, i thought it was weird in fifth grade when our class had to build racetracks for marbles. but a test of courage? that is just awesome! we get to walk through the caves by the sea! and some people will be blindfolded, and maybe we will even have to camp there overnight.
i do not get why it is called a test of courage, though. there are probably not any scary things in those caves. at least, nothing worse than imps.
i wonder if it is ok to bring weapons? :o just in case!
it is definitely different from anything i had to do at home. i mean, i thought it was weird in fifth grade when our class had to build racetracks for marbles. but a test of courage? that is just awesome! we get to walk through the caves by the sea! and some people will be blindfolded, and maybe we will even have to camp there overnight.
i do not get why it is called a test of courage, though. there are probably not any scary things in those caves. at least, nothing worse than imps.
i wonder if it is ok to bring weapons? :o just in case!
stillwaiting2011-05-22 02:17 amEntry tags:
attn: everyone
Re-wedding Reception, South 303, fifteen minutes. Bring cake mix and leftover champagne.
And the Doctor, if you see him, since for some reason I can't imagine he's forgotten how to answer his phone!
And the Doctor, if you see him, since for some reason I can't imagine he's forgotten how to answer his phone!
chronosexual2011-05-20 11:02 amFirst Rift
Is this place for real? No, I've got to be dreaming. That'll explain why my headset doesn't work. That's the only way any of what I was told makes sense. But then, I was poked pretty hard with that handheld metal detector when I came through... And the look on the guy's face was great when I told him he didn't have to use toys to get so friendly. Not that they're not wanted, but I'm more of a traditionalist.
So where do I go from here?
So where do I go from here?
wilddog.livejournal.com2011-05-19 09:47 amEntry tags:
(audio.)
It seems a notice was left on our front door.
... am I to assume that it was intended for the fish-boy?
... am I to assume that it was intended for the fish-boy?
stillwaiting2011-05-19 12:14 am
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OI.
Get your stupid face in here -- we need to Talk.
Now.
Get your stupid face in here -- we need to Talk.
Now.
mrspond.livejournal.com2011-05-17 04:05 pmEntry tags:
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( PRIVATE, hackable )
I think I'm meant to make dinner, but I can't think of anything. I've exhausted my fairly small repertoire and I don't really want to go for repeats. Any suggestions? Just for two, tonight.
shimizudan2011-05-16 02:16 pmEntry tags:
NOTICE TO NEW MOORE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS
Katsura-sensei's things are gone and I haven't checked with the police but I think this is all pretty self-explanatory by now. It's really unfortunate because he was supposed to buy toilet paper this month. Gau, should we move the tent?
also, I guess this means your final is canceled.
also, I guess this means your final is canceled.