There's no one around from Beacon Hills to understand how messed up this whole werewolf epidemic is, so I won't go into detail.

But if any of you recently canined idiots get near me, I will hit you with bear mace and yeah, it works. Don't ask how I know just know I have a bigass can of it and I'm not afraid to use it on your little mauling attempts.

[The Doctor looks ragged and fatigued, his hair sticking up every which way as if he'd just woken up, though in truth he'd done very little in the way of sleeping the previous night.] Well, there's an experience I shouldn't like to repeat again soon.

Yes! Hello everyone! I except many of you already know this, but the dogs and the bats that were out in force yesterday were just the beginning of the island's most recent trick. Be careful around anyone who was bitten by them, they might be infected - it seems that they were carriers of vampirism and lycanthropy.

I suppose I should be excited, I haven't met a werewolf since Queen Victoria! That was a busy day - I was knighted and then banished within minutes. Long story.

Anyway, I would advise staying in at night! If you have to go out, go in groups, and make sure someone knows where you are at all time. Carrying garlic, silver, and holy water would not be a bad idea. Try not to kill any of the werewolves or vampires, though! In all likelihood, they'll turn back to normal in a few days when the island gets bored.

[Private to Clara]

Right. Um. I might be... absent from the TARDIS, for the next few nights. Nothing to worry about. Just make sure to stay inside when it gets dark, and don't let anyone in unless you're sure they're not infected.

Is nobody else going to mention it? Do I have to be that guy?

[ Oh hey. It's Spider-man, upside down. Turning the camera off himself and showing off some nice claw marks in the side of whatever building he's hanging off then recording the street. Somebody's ripped shirt over there. A trail of fur there. Some more claw marks. A broken window. ]

So. Werewolves.

Are we not talking about this either?

[The Ninth Doctor appears uncharacteristically energetic as he speaks]

Oh, I seem to have run into a problem. Not a terrible problem, but a problem nonetheless! Ah. How to put this? I'm me but not me and I'll sulk for ages once this is over with. Ages!

That was awfully unique. Meet anyone nice? I sort of wish I talked to more people than I did during this but it was hard to keep up.

Anywho... I think I've reached the 'been here long enough' point where you start needing a job, yeah? Anyone know anything? I'm good with kids, good with... computers, good with weird, and I will give you this soufflé I'm making as a peace offering/bribery as long as it doesn't fail massively on me.

Who: The (9th) Doctor and Sarah Manning
Where: The Nancy Phoney
When: June 16ish
What/Why: After Sarah's arrival, she asks about pubs and they decide to meet.

( Down to the pub... )

Right, so. Let me see if I understand everything here.

My life, my entire being was nothing more than someone's cooked up, crack pipe idea. That who I am and everything else about me wasn't real, but now I'm real. Like the damned puppet from that story. Could never really stand it, even as a kid.

Heh, great. Really that's just fucking great. I don't have to worry about anything more, right? That's supposed to be the beauty in having this 'clean slate' here, ain't it?

You know what, don't answer that. Just leave me the hell alone.

Could anyone fetch me a cane and a pair of sunglasses? I'm assuming this one of those Island things.

[ she taps the screen once points it around her, showing the street she's on before aiming it back at herself ]

Where am I?

Like really am? Really-really? I got the entire you're-fictional bit but I'm going to keep my skeptical mindset about that one for a while and skip questioning that and go right to what planet are we on? Where on what planet? You can't be too sure these days. And the year? -Is The Doctor here?

Does anyone know?

I don't know who you are, or how clever you think you are, but you've made a very, very angry enemy out of me.

Return him to me and if you're lucky, I'll only end your life.

( Private to Tim, Aisling, and The Doctor(s) )

( Private to Chief Beifong )

He said yes.

( Private to Tim // Torchwood Security )

Where is everyone from? Is there a database? I will start one if there isn't one already.

[ Look this is pretty much a ridiculous long shot here but being a functioning member of society would be kind of nice so- ]

Job...? I want... some..thing... to...do.

[ Hire a zombie? He'll agree to anything. He has a lot of free time and Eridan probably doesn't appreciate him being creepy in the apartment all day. He doesn't sleep, won't have commitment to anything else, and you don't even have to pay him so this is technically a really good investment, right? ]

Gwen didn't check in. She hasn't been to the station, either.



She left.

Oldest version got psychic powers. Telepathy, telekinesis along with strength and reflexes. He's bored and wants a confrontation.

I'm not inclined to humour him. Not particularly inclined to make this public either, wouldn't want to give him an excuse to assault other people.

Who: The Ninth and Eleventh Doctors
What: The Ninth Doctor realizing he should implicitly trust future incarnations
When: Sometime on the 23rd
Where: The Ninth Doctor's apartment

He doesn't bother responding to his past self. Instead, he sends his thoughts outward. With his new powers, it's not difficult to locate the other timelord. Taking the time to psychically shielding himself from anyone watching, diverting their attention away from him, he takes hold of his power and focuses on his physical form and the fields and forces surrounding it. This is more difficult than the other things he's tried so far, but he's a quick study. Though it may have been nearly impossible for a human to affect the area around him so deftly, he swiftly rises into the air, levitating himself quickly toward the Doctor's apartment.

When he reaches the window, he closes him eyes and, still levitating, reaches out to the atoms in the wall. He arranges them to his liking, restraining them so that their electromagnetic field and his don't interact - then walks straight through the wall as if it weren't there. Without the forces repelling him, there's plenty of open space to move through in the structure of the wall.

He turns toward the younger man, standing unseeing just a few feet away. He drops his shield and knocks on the inside of the window, a satisfied smirk on his face.

 Well.  Firepower.
[click].