Dec 3, 2013
"You’re gonna catch a cold." {From Thetacodice, our resident sugar high metacrisis.}
"And you're gonna suffer a sugar crash. We can be miserable together."
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"You’re gonna catch a cold." {From Thetacodice, our resident sugar high metacrisis.}
"And you're gonna suffer a sugar crash. We can be miserable together."
Somehow, I couldn't stop myself. I just wanted to know how it felt. Too strong, I couldn't hold on. Yeah, yeah. Now I'm just tryin' to make some sense Out of how and why this happened. Where we're heading, there's just no knowing. Yeah, yeah. And then I crashed into you, And I went up in flames. Could've been the death of me, But then you breathed your breath in me. And I crashed into you, Like a runaway train. You will consume me, But I can't walk away.
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Hey, do you know that song by Everything Everything called Cough Cough?
*cough cough* Yeah, so.
Ahem. Anyway, I mentioned earlier that I'd love to listen to the Eight Doctor's audios, the utterly lovely and flawless theoncoming10thdoctor and tuncmiles have kindly pointed out that it's all here.
Share the love, man. Or as someone put it, we're just diving deeper into madness <3
Jams playing over the loudspeaker on the Dreadnaught.
✄ {for thetacodice since he's my side account}
Send me a ‘✄’ and I’ll write your URL in my handwriting.
I'm just a singer in a rock 'n roll band
In the time that he had been on the Dreadnought, Lancelot had learned a great deal about how one would go about operating it. He had spent... well, years and years wasn't the right way to think about it, but there had been a great deal of time (whatever time was) to watch Cipher work and pick up a few tips and tricks of the trade. So even though he had his feet up on the table and a thick copy of War and Peace spread out in his lap, he still kept an ear out, listening to the familiar sounds the ship (ship?) made around him.
Cipher was doing... something. He didn't know what. She hadn't seemed particularly pleased when they'd gotten up this morning, and had huffed at his offer of breakfast. He made a mean stack of French toast when the muse struck him. Her mood had darkened the atmosphere of the ship, though, and he'd contented himself with a bowl of gloopy oatmeal and raisins and coffee. Now he was trying to make himself as scarce as possible without actually hiding.
Cipher was a grown woman. When she wanted to find him and talk, she would.
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(I'm currently 24 years of age as of right now)
{For the kidnapped, drugged and given address one} Well Cipher would try to formulate as many contigency plans as possible and invent a few others after trying to contact the Doctor and then go rescue him.
Probably the best idea. Lots of plans.