...and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.
((Independent 12th Doctor. AU, will RP with all the people.))
One second he was running through the woods, the next he was waking up in a basement. Bow Tie Him and Gingery Him were just waking up as well; Leather Jacketer Him was slumped in the corner. The War Him was on his feet and scanning the door with his sonic screwdriver. “What…?” said Gingery Him.
"Ledath Shapeshifters," said War Torn Him. "Paralytic barbs on the tongue. You might want to pull those out before they start stinging."
Friendly reminder that the Doctor never told the Ponds that River died in the Library.
Friendly reminder that the Ponds are dead.
Good news: the texts from River and Lady helped him figure out how to make the TARDIS go.
Bad news: he’d lost his footing when they took off and smacked his face on the console.
But, on the bright side, he’d maintained consciousness and now Jay was in Scotland, 1765. That was worth the bloody nose.
((So I lied and the plot is not getting done today but soon
I have to get back into the college grind *sob*))
((An updated version of my RP blog slideshow. Basically, I am everywhere.))
((So I want to stay up but I am wiped out and also I have to be up at like six because we’re trying to get into Magic Kingdom at the rope drop so
also I probably won’t be on much tomorrow night because I have to be up early Saturday morning to catch a plane back to college but I will be on Saturday night and will maybe wrap up the plot then?? It depends on how tired I am and how much work I have to do. Sunday at the latest, this will be done.