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tushanshu_logs2012-10-03 10:52 pm
iwaspromisedtea) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-10-03 10:52 pm
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[ open ; don't look ahead, there's stormy weather ]
Characters: The Doctor & YOU????
Location: Anywhere and Everywhere
Situation: How's the old rhyme go? It's raining, it's pouring, the Doctor is trying to generate his own electricity?
Warnings/Rating: G, none as of this moment!
[ Come one, come all to the spectacle taking place! Here for the duration of the event only, see a very special madman in a bow tie scrambling around the city of Tu Vishan when there really should be no sane person out! See him running from one electrical cable box to the next, sector to sector, arms filled with an assortment of things. Watch as his tweed gets pathetically soaked and as his hair -- already quite wild and prone to fall this way and that -- get whipped around into an unrecognizable shape by the wind. He waves around a strange glowing stick at each of those hoping to fix whatever trouble it may be causing.
They call him the Doctor. You may call him that crazy guy yelling at the cable box as he whacks the thing in his hand against his palm. ]
Wood! Of course it doesn't do wood -- why did it have to be wood?
[ Come find out what he's doing? Or perhaps catch a glimpse of him running to the next sector? Or perhaps even watch as he shows up at your doorstep, soaked to the bone, but with a grin on his face as he politely asks you for a spare fishbowl?
The choice is yours! ]
Location: Anywhere and Everywhere
Situation: How's the old rhyme go? It's raining, it's pouring, the Doctor is trying to generate his own electricity?
Warnings/Rating: G, none as of this moment!
[ Come one, come all to the spectacle taking place! Here for the duration of the event only, see a very special madman in a bow tie scrambling around the city of Tu Vishan when there really should be no sane person out! See him running from one electrical cable box to the next, sector to sector, arms filled with an assortment of things. Watch as his tweed gets pathetically soaked and as his hair -- already quite wild and prone to fall this way and that -- get whipped around into an unrecognizable shape by the wind. He waves around a strange glowing stick at each of those hoping to fix whatever trouble it may be causing.
They call him the Doctor. You may call him that crazy guy yelling at the cable box as he whacks the thing in his hand against his palm. ]
Wood! Of course it doesn't do wood -- why did it have to be wood?
[ Come find out what he's doing? Or perhaps catch a glimpse of him running to the next sector? Or perhaps even watch as he shows up at your doorstep, soaked to the bone, but with a grin on his face as he politely asks you for a spare fishbowl?
The choice is yours! ]
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