#nardeth

[that-cia-agent]

I was nearly killed over the right to be kind of bad at my job. Crazy when you think about it

[that-cia-agent]

@the-master-of-space-and-time *Nardeth comes running back in, still holding the rolling pin, and begins to use it correctly on the dough*

There! See! I know how to use a rolling pin!!!

[that-cia-agent]

I'm so borreeeddddd. Anyone got something exciting going on?

[that-cia-agent]

Fact file: Nardeth's regeneration

*Nardeth is lying prone on the floor, drab pencil skirt shimmering slightly as the regeneration energy builds beneath. They shiver as the regeneration takes hold. It is a passive one, their body encased in light in a sort of implosion, rather than exploding outwards and destroying everything like some Time Lords they could mention. The yellow-white light recedes, but their skin is still slightly luminescent, as the regeneration will take some hours to stabilise. Their body shape has barely changed- perhaps their frame is very slightly slimmer or more triangle-shaped, and they may be a few millimetres taller or shorter, but as they are still on the floor, this is difficult to tell. The real change is their face- same shape, still pointy with high cheek bones, but now their skin is clearer to highlight this shape, with their eyes large and doe-ey. Eyelids flutter to show light brown irises, once, twice, then they still, asleep. Their chest is larger, protruding upwards more than their last body, and their hair is now a reddish caramel of messy ringlets, flopping about their slightly pointed ears. Very different from their previous straight blonde-brown hair, and quite possibly growing as you watch, so it comes to nestle around their face.

Meanwhile, everything around them is chaos. The Doctor is trying to calm Mars down whilst avoiding the sparking TARDIS console, which is now buzzing urgently with messages from Mrellin and Zerlan, who received an alert that their TARDIS was sort of on fire.

Fact file ends*

[that-cia-agent]

Only unexciting things over here, sorry. None of my experiments have blown up all week

Somehow, I doubt that is true. Who are you, anyhow?

[that-cia-agent]

How am I losing at Mario Cart to a literal snake.

They don't even have any arms!

[that-cia-agent]

There's another alert- something about the Master being taken in? There's a lot of alarms and a lot of people. I was on my way to file something and I'm stuck in the middle of all these people, and they're all stuck too, but the other agents are rushing around us. It's too many people.

[that-cia-agent]

Uh, @gatlinnterrasen , are you aware that your child experiences the drums? Like, Missy's drums?