GUYS, I JUST REALISED TEN NEEDS ONE OF THESE. SO. UM. HERE'S ONE LONG OVERDUE.

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Also! Links to important stuff~

Permissions meme - UPDATED 05/07/2008

20 Things You May Not know About Ten~

The Smut Meme - more than you ever wanted to know about how Ten likes it~

Mobile Phone

"Hi, this is the Doctor. If you've reached this number... well, quite frankly I have no idea how you've managed to get ahold of it unless you happen to be one of Martha's friends still using her old number. In which case... sorry, the phone's mine now. Anyway! If you'd like, you can leave me a message, which I will probably not pick up for a while as I'm probably off being brilliant somewhere.

[BEEP]"

Mobile number: 07700 900461 (It's Martha's old one :B) || Private, (and he doesn't use it often) but ask Ten (or Donna) and you might just get ahold of it. It's a Superphone that works everywhere in the universe, so no country code is required~
Email: timeywimeystuff@wrabbitmail.net || Easily available
IM: timeywimey10 || Easily available

You know the drill, guys! Leave a comment with email/text/voice mail or whatever in the subject line, and mess around that way. :P (And I fully admit that I stole the wrabbitmail.net concept from a Big Finish novel >.>;)

[The Doctor had set a course for Pete's World - now that it was connected to the community again, it wasn't exactly rocket science. Well, it was, but that wasn't the point. It wasn't the point, either, that he was pretty much breaking every rule that he'd set down for both himself and her the last time he'd seen Rose. Either way, he was on his way there, and no one else would be any the wiser.

Well. He thought he saw Donna give him a knowing look out of the corner of her eye when he sent the rest of the family off to go and have fun somewhere while he "looked into a small something" - but the inevitable talk could wait until later.

For now, he waited next to this universe's version of the Thames - which, he noted, seemed to be slightly cleaner than the one the London of his universe had to offer - and waited.]

[The Doctor still wasn't sure what to think about Haruhi's latest misadventure. On the one hand, he was relieved that she was still alive and, he hoped, unhurt - it could have ended a lot, lot worse. Besides which, he was intensely proud of her for going to help a friend in need, and at least she'd left a note so that he didn't go running about the TARDIS like a headless chicken like he had done quite a few times before, which was always a good thing.

On the other hand, she'd been avoiding them all since she'd got back, and he couldn't help thinking that something had happened which she wasn't telling them about. She'd been spending a lot of time in her room, for one thing...

Nothing more to it, he'd have to do a bit of quiet investigating, just to put his mind at rest. He sighed and rubbed his eye before letting himself quietly into her room and sitting on her bed.]

So. It would seem we've got some sort of virus going around again. A mind-reading virus? Thought projection virus? Whatever it is, it's giving me a dreadful headache. It's just a tad annoying, wouldn't you say? I mean, I don't know about you, but quite frankly the idea of someone being able to read my mind is more than a little uncomfortable.

Typical, the one virus which is actually a bother and a nuisance for me to get hit by - not that any of the others weren't but this one is really taking the mickey - and I get hit by it. Not to mention that now I can hear all those other minds chatting away up here. How many must that be, a hundred? Two hundred? Feels like it at least. It's bad enough when they're on the edge of everything, now they're just there! In the thick of it!

... Aaaand this is not a good show of keeping my mind blank. Come on, Doctor, think. Or rather don't, actually. Blank thoughts. Blank blank blank.

So, what I mean to say is, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the TARDIS, trying to keep the old mind blank. So any world-threatening emergencies will just have to wait! Or not, as it happens. We'll see about that. - no, blank thoughts.

...

...

... now I just sound like Setsuna.

[The long-awaited party, which has mostly been of Donna's design, or at least organisation, has ended up being held on a friendly alien planet that among other things, features a mini private theme park that can be hired out to groups. The main party is taking place inside a huuuuge party room which opens onto a small garden that features some of the local wildlife - a type of plant that blows huge, completely natural bubbles at random moments. Since the room's been hired out for... a while, let's say, there's some lanterns set up outside for when it starts getting dark.

Inside the room itself, there's a large table laden with more than enough food for all the guests, some of which looks distinctly non-Earthling. This includes the largest birthday cake ever (of course the Doctor insisted on a cake). Balloons are scattered in the corners and there's a currently silent and unoccupied, slightly alien looking music system waiting to spring into life.]


((OOC: Okay guys, here's the deal: this works a little like an event post in that you can get your character to start their own threads and reply to other people's - otherwise my post will end up dead with one huge thread and everyone else will get bored. XD; This post is open to any of Haruhi's friends and "family" to drop by, as Ten will have been sure to let them all know where it was! Have fun! ♥))

Hmm. You know, I was about to make an entry about how I've been very very good by most people's standards lately and managed not to get myself into too much trouble. Honestly, I'm getting far too domestic. If I keep this up, I'll be making it a habit, and then where will I be?

Anyway! All that aside, I was about to make an entry like that, but it just occurred to me... if I remember rightly, it's Haruhi's birthday coming up soon.

So, the million-dollar question is, anyone want to help me plan a party? Donna, you're good at this sort of thing, you can help me out. Right?

Girls, we're going out somewhere for dinner together tonight. My treat. You can pick where we go, if you like. What do you say?

Blimey. Is it really Valentine's Day again so soon?

Someone stop me before I do something I'll end up regretting.

Erm. Well.

... There's really no right way to say this in an entry. Um.

Right.

I think I've got something that you lot... really should know.

((Just setting this up now so we can get the ball rolling, albeit at a nice steady pace. :3))

[The Doctor was sitting in the TARDIS. Not to go anywhere - the TARDIS was staying safely parked in Haruhi's living room until everybody was properly ready for another adventure. After all the recent hijinks, even he was feeling the strain.

No, the Doctor was in here to think, leaned back in the pilot's seat with a faraway, odd expression on his face. Now that everything had calmed down, he'd been doing quite a bit of thinking, and the TARDIS was the best place to do it. Nice and quiet.

You see, to the Doctor's mind, there was a certain something that... wasn't quite adding up. And it was niggling at his mind. Not just a discrepancy of logic, but a discrepancy of time. An ever so small one, small enough that a distracted enough mind would miss it. And he'd certainly been distracted enough.

But where? He'd had an idea, asked Feldt if he could borrow Haro and review the tapes from... from before the rescue. It had taken a bit of persuasive talk, but he'd finally got a look at them. And something... was definitely off. But what? What was it?

He'd been in here for quite some time, and he wasn't moving anytime soon. If he kept this up, people were probably going to start wondering where he was. But the problem was annoying him, so in here he would stay until someone startled him out of his reverie.]

[It looks as if the video is looking out from somewhere inside the TARDIS's console. The view is of the console room, strewn all over with wrapping paper and bows, with a couple of boxes to add to the Christmassy mess. Facing the camera is what appears to be a young, other-worldly looking red-haired woman, but on closer inspection it appears to be a hologram. She smiles and waves slightly at the camera, and when she speaks her voice sounds echoey, as if it's coming from somewhere else.]

Hello. I don't suppose that any of you have seen me before. [She laughs slightly] Or at least, not like this.

[Suddenly, Donna's voice sounds from deep inside the TARDIS - something along the lines of "Be careful you two, you're going to break your necks, and I'm not getting Jenny to help me drag you to Dr. Cuddy's!" - and she looks to the side as two figures in identical coats come into the shot, engaged in what looks like a furious battle of sonic-ness - Ten and Haruhi. Ten is grinning like a madman, looking like he's having the time of his life.]

Come on, Haruhi, you're not even trying!

[Haruhi pouts and folds her arms.] I am so! You're just cheating!

[The red-haired hologram coughs politely, and the two look round, looking suddenly guilty. Haruhi looks curiously at the hologram.] What are you doing, TARDIS?

She's showing off her new holo-form is what she's doing. [That was Ten, predictably, although he doesn't seem to mind~] I can't believe you made yourself ginger. I've always wanted to be ginger.

[The TARDIS-holo smiles indulgently at his indignant face.] It's just my little joke, Doctor. Are you going to join me in wishing the community a merry Christmas?

[Ten's face looks like a light-bulb just went on.] Oh yeah, Christmas! Hi, everyone. Um. Merry Christmas. [He nudges Haruhi] Haruhi, say Merry Christmas to everyone, go on. Since we're on camera.

[Haruhi looks at him as if he's tarded.] Go away, dork, I only want to say it to the people I like.

Well, say it to the people you like, then!

... Merry Christmas.

[The TARDIS, who's been watching this exchange with a fond smile on her hologram fais, shakes her head and speaks again] Have a very Merry Christmas, everyone.

[With that, the picture cuts out.]

Hello lovelies, I hope you're all having an awesome Christmas so far! Now, the following gifts would have been delivered by TARDIS during the night because Ten fancies himself as a bit of a Santa sometimes - I wouldn't be surprised if he wore the full get-up and was a... very skinny Santa. :Db. They all have a note from Ten attached to them with a little message cause he's a sap like that. If I've missed anyone, don't hesitate to tell me! And... some people I may not have thought of anything yet orz >.> I swear I'll think of something soon.

SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:

( OHGOD he knows half the comm do you know how long it took to come up with this stuff I suck. @___@ )

People who he doesn't know that well but still wanted to get something for got cards - so Ban, Lucy, etc. Tamaki and Nill both got cards that said "thank you for all your help" along with the Christmas message. Lockon will get his very belated Christmas present when Ten's done the whole being brilliant and saving the idiot's sorry arse sometime in the next week or so. ♥

Phew! Well, am I glad that's all out the way. D'you know, I'm exhausted. Everything from the past couple of months is catching up with me - now I know I'm getting old.

Still, guess I've got time now, touch wood, for a nice quiet Chris --

.... Christmas.

I haven't done my Christmas shopping yet.

Bugger.

[The Doctor ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the corridors of the TARDIS, panting in his hurry to get to Haruhi. Omega, he was so worried about her. As if Lockon wasn't enough - enough for all of them - Haruhi was still sick, and all this stress couldn't be good for her fighting off the infection that was still stubbornly clinging to her system. That sound... that hadn't sounded good.

Damn it. He wished this would stop happening. Or at least stop happening all at once. Haruhi could yell at him or cling to him, whatever, but he was sick of seeing her so sad. That was happening far too often lately.

He tore around the last corner and burst into her room, wild-eyed.]

Haruhi?

[Well, a promise is a promise, and Ten's promised to take Kratos on this one little trip. Even if he doesn't like it. And he doesn't like it, not at all. The last time he gave in, the last time he felt sorry for someone else and took them back to face their past, she - and he, as well - had almost ended up destroying the universe with the paradox that ended up being created.

So it's natural that he's not too thrilled about his moment of weakness. But... Kratos is sensible, and this time, Ten'll be on hand to do damage control before he needs to.

So he's landed the TARDIS near where Kratos is living and is waiting for him, leaning against the old wooden doorframe.]

... Well.

I really was afraid something like this would happen. It's almost a pity I can't even say "I told you so", really.

[The Doctor spent... quite a bit of time at a randomly picked convention on an also randomly picked world, looking for Setsuna's model. Well, strictly speaking picking the model out took him all of about 5 minutes, but he got distracted. First of all, there was the half hour or so spent studying the backs of the boxes trying to figure out how the real things would work. Then there was the hour or so he spent looking at all the other dorky merchandise - he was sure that he saw what must have been a cuddly adipose of all things, and then he got temporarily caught up deciding whether or not to go and see Brad something-or-other the voice actor speak in the corner.

(Deciding no probably held him up just as much as if he had said yes due to the sheer number of people who stopped him to compliment him on his "amazing Tenth Doctor cosplay" and take pictures. He had to hide several smirks from people, especially the ones who said "Wow, you really look like him!").

Eventually, however once the mun stops writing in-jokes into her RL, he managed to drag himself away from the convention and into the TARDIS, setting a course for the island that the now-children were on, and making sure to avoid the area that had the giant robots hidden in it - sure, he might have it all figured out (mostly) and might also be itching to examine them up close, but he didn't want to give the poor boys heart attacks after all.

So he parked on a suitable stretch of beach and walked out of the TARDIS with a brown box under his arm, whistling tunelessly.]