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nexus_crossings2017-12-01 06:16 pm
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"I missed Halloween didn't I?"
The Doctor pokes his head out from the TARDIS; he was supposed to be here long ago for the Halloween Party to cause a bit of mischief. With his space helmet on backwards, and having picked up some old friends along the way, he decided to pop in to get his share of miniature candies and to share a bunch of chocolate buttons.
He steps out from the TARDIS, and he finds himself walking head first into the wall of a building, and lucky for him he has a sturdy helmet on his head. "Ouch. Who decided this was a good place to put a wall?" The poor Doctor reaches his hand up, and he goes to his head.
His shoulders slump, and he lowers his hand and he goes to blindly navigate his way away from the wall. "Anyway, I know it has been sometime since I've been here, too long. I think I recall setting up a wonderful Christmas tree in the plaza. But I'm here to stay, yup; I'm here to stay because I think this place is as good as any to cheat death. Or hide from it." Going to Trenzalore is not on The Doctor's plans, and if he can dodge, it by hanging out somewhere else this place is it.
"So the big question is, what would you lot do if you were to cheat death? Or would you welcome your untimely end?"
The Doctor pokes his head out from the TARDIS; he was supposed to be here long ago for the Halloween Party to cause a bit of mischief. With his space helmet on backwards, and having picked up some old friends along the way, he decided to pop in to get his share of miniature candies and to share a bunch of chocolate buttons.
He steps out from the TARDIS, and he finds himself walking head first into the wall of a building, and lucky for him he has a sturdy helmet on his head. "Ouch. Who decided this was a good place to put a wall?" The poor Doctor reaches his hand up, and he goes to his head.
His shoulders slump, and he lowers his hand and he goes to blindly navigate his way away from the wall. "Anyway, I know it has been sometime since I've been here, too long. I think I recall setting up a wonderful Christmas tree in the plaza. But I'm here to stay, yup; I'm here to stay because I think this place is as good as any to cheat death. Or hide from it." Going to Trenzalore is not on The Doctor's plans, and if he can dodge, it by hanging out somewhere else this place is it.
"So the big question is, what would you lot do if you were to cheat death? Or would you welcome your untimely end?"
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