{ video } | Yule be Home for Christmas - w/ #TeamTARDIS

[attackbrows]

[ The brain video feed turns on, revealing a very charming and handsome young man sitting in front of the camera wearing a pair of sunglasses. Where’d he get those glasses from? Ray-Ban could never!

It looks like he’s sitting in one of the residential rooms that appear to be somewhat polished, save for the packaged meat sitting behind one bed. ]

Well? Come on, then! And maybe don’t look so cross, you know, show them a little holiday spirit! Should we get you the hat? We should get you the hat —

Shut it! I know what I’m doing.

[ An exasperated sigh can be heard to the side that sounds eerily Clara-esque. ]

And what’s all that about?! Why am I the one delivering this? Just get flappy bird to do it! Why can’t we send them an e-mail? Or one of those carrier pigeons?

What pigeons, Doctor?

Hold on a tick — did we get pigeons in our item drop? That’d be brilliant, eh? We’d hardly need these communications devices, oh! Oh, I could show Alina —

No! Now, stop it! You’re distracting yourself.

[ In a few moments, the Doctor (the cute one) is looking off to the side with his eyes slightly squinted. ]

Read. The… Yes! Yes! I know!

[ The Doctor (the incredibly smooth and sexy one) starts sifting through a short stack of index cards in his hands. ]

Hello. This is the Doctor. You know? The incredibly tall and sauve one. Not the old, crinkly man who is currently reading this messa--

[ His eyes immediately shoot up to show his predecessor the meanest of mugs.

There’s an audible “Ow!” heard offscreen, followed by Clara reaching over to grab that first card. You can clearly see the internal struggle the Doctor (the one who is serving Einstein meets Beethoven realness) is going through. Like a child being tasked to wash the dishes or having to kiss their granny. ]

These past few months have been incredibly difficult and tiresome, but I assure you all are doing a brilliant job. This is the part where you give them a thumbs up and a smile.

[ ...Skipping that part. ]

Given that we’ve spent over 500-some odd hours together on this station, me, Clara and the old bat who looks like a grey dusty tumbleweed reading this messa—

[ Tossing that away! ]

—Would like to invite you all to celebrate Christmas with us. For all of my non-Earth friends, it is a special holiday most humans like to spend together. There will be plenty of food and fizzy drinks to go around. There will also be tree-mendous decorations. Stop for laughter. [ … ] I snow hope you will all able to join us.

I love you all from my head to my mistletoe.

[ After all that is read, the Doctor promptly reaches for a brick and clutches it against his chest and lets out a sigh of relief. From somewhere off-camera, there’s a series of claps, maybe applause? Maybe a fly somehow made it onto the station? (No it’s definitely applause, joined with a ‘See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’) ]

Doctor!

Can I have my crisps now?

[ ooc note: threadhopping is a go!

color key: clara = orange, the doctor (11) = blue, the doctor (12) = purple ]

[ ooc update: You can find the Christmas Party log HERE!!! ]

Comments

[lateness]

You say that, but they were all cheese-no-pepperoni. Bad, bad, horrible things.

[ He'll send you that .gif some time later anyway. 😌

Well, if he ever gets his ship back. ]

Oh, d'you see the biscuits in our PowerPoint? Those are Jammie Dodgers. Brilliant things, actually I'll have to make sure we have some for Christmas.

[morethan084]

You're right, that is pretty bad.

[Daisy says, laughing because she can't tell if he's being serious or not.]

Biscuits are cookies, right?

[She remembers Fitz repeatedly correcting her, and she kept saying cookie just to annoy him.]

So they're filled with jam? Is that why they're called that?

[lateness]

Exactly.

And yes! Bit of a shortcake biscuit with raspberry or strawberry jam in the middle, perfect with tea or — all right, coffee I suppose. Or anything really. Love a good Jammie Dodger, one of the best things to come from Earth.

[morethan084]

[Damn. She could really go for that right about now.]

Uh, first of all, coffee is way better than tea.

[And she will fight you on that.]

Second, think we could ask for some now? Because those sound insanely good.

[lateness]

[ Serenely, like he just dares her to fight him: ]

Absolutely not.

[ He laughs. ]

They are insanely good! And ah, I think we did request for some. Saving them for the party though. [ And then conspiratorially: ] Though I suppose it wouldn't be cheating if we snuck a few in before then, eh? For taste-testing purposes and all that.

[morethan084]

Tea tastes like dirt.

[Challenge accepted.

Daisy smiles regardless though, because she's gotten into fights about this exact thing before with Fitz and Simmons.]

Right, yeah. Gotta make sure they're still good...

Where are they?

[lateness]

You should absolutely not speak with some chap called Billy. Because he absolutely does not also agree with this very wrong opinion you both seem to have.

[ The Doctor would also be more offended, but really ... he knows his true calling, and it's simply to love a good cup of tea. Which he does, oh-so-fondly. ]

Hah! Exactly. I've picked up the package from the drop, stashed it away with a rather pointed tag of rather impressive markered text reading: 'Do not open until Christmas'. I should hope it works.

[ He might also have already slipped a biscuit into his pocket for a later-snack as well. As one does. ]

Care to join me in the kitchen for a taste test?

[morethan084]

[Daisy's jaw goes tight at the mention of Billy.]

Yeah, don't have to worry about that.

[She has no plans to talk to him anytime soon, thanks.]

Wow, yeah, I'm sure no one will touch it with such flawless security in place.

[Daisy smiles at his offer.]

Sure. Now?

[lateness]

Yes! No better time than now.

[ :D


also pls: that security is 100% everyone-proof ]