{ 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

[cruelyethuman]

No one is fun at parties and I am not a performing animal. The only true fun of every party, is that they inevitably end.

[lateness]

I'm fun at parties — and an attitude like that, no one would want you at their party anyway!

[ What. A. Downer. ]

[cruelyethuman]

Are you, now.

Isn't this your party? Does that mean that I am unwanted to this- festive cheer, celebrating pine trees?

[lateness]

Well — yes. It's our party, all of us. [ They're just fancy facilitators. ] Besides, I meant in general! With partygoers! And other parties!

[ This is absolutely a word that is losing its meaning, the more he repeats it. Words are funny like that, aren't they? ]

Celebrating pine trees! Hah! [ Please. ] It's much more than that, I assure you — there's gifts and candy and biscuits and people! Really, that's the most important bit. The people. [ An exasperated mumble is repeated: ] Pine trees.

[cruelyethuman]

You like people.

[It might still be a question, even if the sentence ends like an observation.]

Will there be cookies with frosting on them?

[lateness]

Oh, absolutely! Love people, people are good, people are so interesting.

[ Of course the Doctor means humanity, but really in the grand scheme of things, he loves all sorts of different peoples in all galaxies. The universe is so full of colour and sound and life and no one thing is the same.

What's not to love? ]

Frosting, yes! What's a cookie without frosting? Oh! Oh, we could have people choose their frosting for their cookies, a sort of decorate-your-own. Clever! Fantastic idea!

[cruelyethuman]

I fail to see it, they are all so- similar.

[Similar faces, similar reactions. Everything bleeding in to the next, until he couldn't be sure he was even talking to the right person, or if he was remembering a distant relative from centuries ago.]

Is that- possible? To have different frostings at this party.

[... the smile in the Darkling's voice, barely concealed as it is, might be thick enough to be heard over the network at this unexpected turn of events.]

[lateness]

You might need to look again. And really look.

[ Yes, there are bad people, and boring people, and some people who might not make a whole lot of impression — but as far as the Doctor is concerned, there is still not one person who has the same story as another, not even the most boring human alive. And that — that's what makes them so fascinating to be around.

But as he's speaking from a complete outsider's perspective ... that may skew the lenses just a bit. ]

But oh, it's more than possible — it's a guarantee! I'll be sure to arrange something, eh? A frosting booth is too good to pass up.

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[morethan084]

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[doze]

Man, if you think no one is fun at parties, you're really doing everything wrong! Have you ever been to one? Do you know what fun is? Or do you just not like it?

( how sad :c )

[lateness]

Hah! [ The Doctor laughs. ] See! See! You get it!

[ He doesn't recognize the username, but a fellow party-goer is always good in his books. You know, if he kept books for those sorts of things.

Oh — maybe he should keep a book for that sort of thing. ]

You'd better be there.

[doze]

( well, that kind of book might be okay to keep. )

Don't see why not. So long as it doesn't matter I don't know what Christmas is.

[lateness]

No, no, it doesn't matter. It's just one big reason to have a fun party. With decorations!

Not from Earth, then? Seems like there's a whole lot of you who aren't. It's all right, I'm not either.

[doze]

I don't know that I'm ever gonna get over the fact you call your planet the ground you walk on.

( from the guy from a place where the oceans are called '(directional) blue.' but anyway. )

Anyway, wouldn't be much of a party without decorations. Also food. Lots and lots of food.

[lateness]

Not my planet, but oh — I'm honoured you think me humany enough. It's the bowtie, isn't it? The bowtie gives me away.

[ Bowties are cool. ]

And absolutely! Decorations, and loads and loads of food! Sweets! We're planning on it all, otherwise what would be the point!

[doze]

No, y'know it's more... ( he trails off for a second ) you look like a human. You aren't?

[lateness]

[ Pfffft. Please. ]

Humans look more Timelord! No, no, I am undoubtedly not.

[doze]

What's a time lord? ( :O ) Did you eat a Devil Fruit, too?

[lateness]

Me! I'm a Timelord. [ Hope that clears everything up! :D ]

And I didn't have to eat any sort of Devil Fruit to be one either.

[ Ah, and a reference he understands as of quite recently, too. Hm! ]

Say — you wouldn't happen to know a chap, goes by the name Rosinante, would you?

[ There's a quick (re)glance at the username but he can't really glean anything from three letters. He just hopes he hasn't gone and put his foot in his mouth by mentioning his friend. ]

[doze]

( that clears... absolutely nothing up. but thanks???

anyway. ace is quiet for a few moments, then, )

I've heard things, can't say I know him personally. Guessing he's here, huh?

[lateness]

[ 👍 ]

That's right. You're not one of the bad guys, are you? Because if you are — if you are one of the bad guys, well, forget I've said anything, eh?

[cruelyethuman]

I assure you, I have been to plenty of parties and they're all the same. Why do you think this one is different?

I think that my idea of fun is very different from yours, but I could wrong.

[doze]

I mean, I've been too a bunch of parties, too and none of them have ever been the same. What kind of boring people do you hang around with?

[cruelyethuman]

Royalty, mostly. Soldiers don't have parties where I come from.

[doze]

Oh, you're one of them, huh? No wonder you don't know what fun is.