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[Nov. 25th, 2009|01:03 am] |
Remember back when we used to have recaps? Man, those were the days.
Ianto's been good enough to cover my ass the last few times, and much appreciated it was, too, so here ya go.
( Recap! ) |
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| In through the back... |
[Nov. 24th, 2009|09:49 am] |
*goes into the Hub through a sekrit back entrance, carrying a load of explosives and a coil of wire*
*turns to Suzie*
Let's drop it here and go find Dad, yeah? |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|08:18 pm] |
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So, what did you all get me for my birthday?
And a very happy Otherstide to all of you at home. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|11:10 pm] |
I may have, sort of, semi-accidentally got married again. Don't worry, she's been dead for centuries so it's not still legally binding. I was just in the mood for a wedding, that's all. She wouldn't put out unless I married her.
I blame Donna, I never had a fetish for gingers before I met her.
Funny how the unexpected happens, isn't it?
Oh, and we're going to kill the Master. For the good of the universe.
And if you see a tall bloke with a huge forehead, he's me. Weird accident, sort of a regeneration only I'm still here.
Busy, busy, busy! |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|02:37 pm] |
DOCTOR!!!!!!
DON'T MAKE QUEENIE ANGRY!!!! |
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| *does magic* |
[Nov. 20th, 2009|10:55 am] |
*goes to see Daf and Suzie in their TARDIS*
Hello, kiddies! Are you decent? |
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[Nov. 16th, 2009|08:31 pm] |
*sorts out a divorce*
*makes plans to kill the Master, with reference to Donna's plan to save Yana*
*writes off to a convent of cats to see if they will take Penny*
*massages aching knees* |
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| Out of the Frying Pan |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|06:39 pm] |
*Tardis materialises in the Hub*
*staggers out, wincing and holding head, and sees Jack...points frantically towards the Tardis*
Oh, Captain Harkness, thank goodness! You have to do something; he's gone completely insane!!
*stumbles forwards and nearly falls over*
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[Nov. 14th, 2009|09:37 am] |
*calls Reinette, having been tragically cockblocked, and leaves a message*
Hello, Mrs Gate, it's... *stops disguising voice* It's me. Can we have a nice chat about our divorce, there are some legal technicalities that have come to my attention. Silly things, easily sorted out.
Oh, and have you considered having the children neutered? |
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| The Morning After |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|11:43 pm] |
*wakes up on the floor of a cold Torchwood cell with a stinking headache, and absolutely no memory of the night before*
*gingerly sits up and puts fingers to one a hell of a goose egg on head, and hisses*
Ouch!
*gets unsteadily to feet and goes to the door*
*it's locked*
*unsure what to do...finally knocks*
Er...hello? Captain Harkness? Mister Jones? Is anyone there? I...I seem to be locked in.
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[Nov. 13th, 2009|01:53 pm] |
*wakes up naked, chained to the TARDIS console and covered in lovebites*
Ohhh my head...
*discovers he really is quite stuck*
Fuck.
*groans*
Suze?
Help. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|11:43 pm] |
*wakes up hungover with a bra in one hand and a traffic warden's hat in the other*
*feels the urge to blog that fact*
I have bonded with Dafydd over beer and human women. I was trying not to be such a slag but we were being manly together and I was trying to avoid my feelings, which I know from my work at Woman's Own to be a destructive habit. Who would have thought it, eh?
Have officially given up on the evil ex-boyfriend. He has stolen my children from me and I must hurt him in return. Have made a list of ways to hurt him and scored out all the erotic ones because I am so over him now. I feel liberated, as though I was singing I Will Survive at a kareoke night. But more than that, even.
Plan to spend some time with the children to get to love know them again. Would ask Reinette about some of the things I am not sure on any longer, but she is probably busy having wild sex with Jack and no longer has time for me. I might give her a call anyway, I can always leave a message and disguise my voice to sound like someone else who is just interested in knowing these things. Then I will have a good cry.
Please let me know if you have lost a red 36b bra with little lacy bits, thanks in advance. |
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