Oct. 24th, 2010

usedreturn: (victory of the daleks)
Well. Here we are.

[The camera focuses on someone who, quite frankly, looks like he just went through a paper shredder. Dark hair is disheveled, tie crooked, light blue shirt apparently shredded—he's actually quite a mess.]

'Here', however, is a bit unclear. Undefined, really. And the lack of broadcasts about 'Prisoner Zero' and 'incineration' is a bit worrying. Not to say I've never been somewhere strange before, but the fact that I came here with no apparent transport? Now that takes some effort, doesn't it? Never mind that clearly delusional woman calling herself my mum. I've had quite enough of 'are you my mummy?', thank you very much.

So. Anyone seen a big blue box?

[He paused for all of half a second.]

Also worrisome is the face that I seem to be working with one heart. How do you people manage?

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