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attackbrows) wrote in ximilia2021-12-06 09:38 pm
Entry tags:
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- doctor who: river song,
- doctor who: the doctor (11),
- doctor who: the doctor (12),
- mcu: erik stevens,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- star trek aos: james t. kirk,
- star trek aos: leonard mccoy,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- the 100: clarke griffin
{ video } | Yule be Home for Christmas - w/ #TeamTARDIS
[ 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!!! ]
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!!! ]
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[She's not getting into this here and now. Or ever.]
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Just an observation.
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[Congratulations, he just found one of the biggest buttons he could possibly press.]
Just don't. Please.
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his eyes turn away, lip curling in as he sighs again. ]
Yeah. [ his voice is quiet, almost audibly guilty. ] Sorry.
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Don't be. You were only trying to make me laugh. And I -
[She pauses. This next part is hard for her to get out. Admitting she was wrong isn't something she does often.]
I overreacted.
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[ because it's what he's used to, manipulating a conversation for information, observing every word, very tone, until all the details lay out before him. he trained for it with ctac before the envoys helped him perfect it.
it makes it a little harder to notice when he uses it on someone he cares about.
another sigh before he shrugs a shoulder. ]
Hope it doesn't ruin my qualifications for mistletoe.
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Oh, it'll take more than that to get you out of being kissed beneath the mistletoe. Nice try, though.
[She's giving them both an out. They can pretend he twisted things and she overreacted all because he wanted to get out of the mistletoe.]