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So. That last little round of eggs, how many of them hatched into something unusual? Something no one really sees around here? I'd say 'not native to Johto', but that could be a stretch. For all we know these strange little things are hiding all over the place.

Caaaarv~! <3

[With a splashing sound, a young Pokemon jumped from offscreen and landed with its mouth squarely on the Doctor's head. He seemed generally unconcerned, though staggered for a moment to keep his balance.

She's the one that hatched from mine. Called a Carvanha, apparently. Friendliest thing, as you can see. I've been calling her Sarah Jane.

[Meet the Carvanhat, Johto.]

HELLOOOOOOOOOoooooo

Would you listen to that echo? What kind of well is this, it's enormous!

[Today on the network, the Doctor is running around the Slowpoke well like a fascinated kid. An Abra is clinging to his shoulder, while a Kirlia twirls and dances around her Trainer's feet looking just as excited as he does.]

Adric, Donna, look at this. [He crouches down, getting eye level with a Slowpoke lying on a rock.]

[...And stares.]

[And stares.]

[And stares.]

[This might go on a while.]

[The video is seen at an awkward angle at first, before the Sandshrew holding it managed to straighten it out. Today the view is that of a thoughtful Doctor with his Abra sitting on his lap. He's not looking at the camera, instead looking out the nearest window.]

The tenth's gone. [His words were short and strangely clipped compared to the animated rambling he usually greeted Johto with.] Just as well. Things tend to turn out wrong when there's more than one Doctor in one place.

...Jenny as well. I was looking forward to seeing her again--it's been a long time. Too long.

[He paused, took a breath and sighed...then turned to greet the camera with a smile, seemingly back to his usual self.]

Shame, that. But these things happen, don't they? People come and go as they please; there's a good chance our timelines will intersect again sooner or later. That's the thing about time travel, you see all sorts. The universe is a big place, bigger than most can imagine, but I do tend to find the important people when I need them. Or when they need me. Usually the latter.

[Adric jumped off his trainer's lap as the Doctor stood up, floating at his side.]

Chrome? I think I should be moving on soon. Stayed in one place too long, not quite my thing.

Aaaaabra.

[The video is in the hands of Adric as usual, floating a few feet off the ground. The Doctor is quite disheveled, not that anyone can really see that where his head's under a pillow.]

Ralll... [That slightly whining voice comes from Donna the Ralts, sitting on the pile of blankets and pillows that is currently the Doctor. She tilts her head, apparently wondering why Adric is filming--]

[--and then there would be a sudden movement that ends with both Pokemon and trainer falling off the bed and out of sight with a thud.]

Ral-?!

[There was mostly silence for a minute or two, during which Donna pulls herself back up onto the bed with some effort; then a Doctor in apparent disarray pops up in full suit and bowtie, dusting himself off.]

Right, sorry about that. Took a bit of a nap, it seems--adventures to be had, worlds to be saved, things needing blowing up--what've I missed?

Hello there, Johto. How are you all doing?

[He wears a smile, calm and cheerful. But beneath that oh-so-thin layer of calm friendliness, there was a strange spark to his eyes, a smoldering flame ignited within by some unknown catalyst. Emotion invoked by something he could not, would not stand for.]

[This one Doctor--who had seen the death of civilizations and the end of the universe, witnessed the genocide of the Daleks and rewritten the decimation of the human race...this man whose true name existed only in the stars of the Medusa Cascade--was angry.]

I'm looking for a lovely young woman called Dahlia.

[And the fury of a Time Lord was not to be taken lightly.]

Video to Chrome added later:

Chrome, I'm sorry, but I have to go. There's something I need to take care of. If I manage it, I'll see you a bit further on down the road. If I don't...well, I'll deal with that when it happens.

This equipment they gave us is dead useful, isn't it?

[That's right, folks, he's been too busy to notice he had a less torn up set of clothes all along.]

Just look at what Adric dug up out of that bag! [One might notice the Doctor was in a brand new outfit--light brown suit, white gloves and shoes, pretty standard.] This is fantastic!

[And most notably, a red bowtie and short white cape.]

Not too sure about the cape, but a bowtie? Brilliant. I wear a bowtie now, definitely. Much better than the overcoat. Or the cricket outfit. Celery, what was I thinking...?

Told you so.

[The video comes from a rather low perspective--propped up against a pixelated tree.]

See that? [The Doctor points behind him, at a skeletal Kabutops stalking about.] That, odds are, is what's causing this mess. Not so scary, really. Though I don't know what's keeping it walking. Can't be Vashta Nerada, it's broad daylight.

Well. This is a thing that needs investigating. Can't very well investigate it when it's stalking about with those knives on its arms.

[With that, he lifts a rather large wrench onto his shoulder. Where'd he get a wrench? Better not to ask.]

Now I'm really not one for violence. But no sonic screwdriver, no TARDIS, and Adric's certainly being rubbish to help where he's all boxy. And this whatever-it-is isn't alive, it can't be. This is a thing that by all logic should not be walking around and yet there it is.

So if you'll excuse me.

[Wrench in hand, he followed the skeleton offscreen, chasing it down with a rather loud 'geronimo' folowed by the unmistakable sound of a wrench whacking the hell out of a skeleton.]

This isn't right. Not that background music for one's everyday life is a typical occurrence, mind you. But this, this music is Not Right. That's with capital letters, by the way, to underscore the not right-ness of the situation.

Now I don't think whatever's playing this background music would just suddenly switch to rather threatening tones without reason. So I have to think that perhaps something is coming.

Maybe several somethings. Maybe a flock, or a fleet, or a similarly alliterative name for a group of Somethings. That's with another capital, because I don't think this is just a something, this is a Something.

Which leaves the question, just what is this Something and how do we stop it? Questions. Plural.

Well, aren't we all lucky.

There's a Doctor in the house.

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?