A few ooc things...

A few OOC things.

First of all, I'm sorry I haven't been around as much. I've been dealing with stress at work and headsickness from the weather change. If we're slowtiming and it's gotten too slow for you, don't hesitate to PM me and let me know you want to just handwave the end, I won't be offended at all. Things are only promising to get more hectic over the holidays, but I'll do my best to stay as active as possible. It looks like I may have to leave a few prompt communities, but I won't be advertising it when I do.

On a more fun note, remember that these are the last three days to nominate! Nominate rude_not_ginger all your favorite pups at the Arpea Awards! Looks like a ton of fun!

And also, nominate your favorite Doctor Who fic on Teaspoon or Livejournal in the Children of Time Awards! I know I went through and gave all my favs a quick nomination!

Both of these awards stop nominations on October 31st!

And a final note, I know that john_movinon is hosting a Halloween party (casual, easygoing, and really the Doctor needs to hang out with John more often than just at his parties), and changeshistory is hosting a party (that may or may not involve getting locked into a giant vault!) that the Doctor will be attending, as well as the etrelibre_rpg Halloween party. And now that I am finished writing this I know I had a question to stick on the end of this paragraph, but I can not remember what it was. I will edit the moment I remember. Have I mentioned it's been a long week? It's been a really long week and it isn't even halfway over yet.

And to finish up the post, here's a vid!

for on_thecouch: Past, present, and future

"We're only just beginning, you know," he says.

"It's long since been over, you know," he says.

He shuffles out the cards.
He knows what he's handing to the old man on his left, but he's extremely curious about the cards to the old man on his right.

"You could just ask, you know."

"Finding out now would simply spoil the end for you, young man."

"I think I can figure it out for myself, thank you."

He adjusts his spectacles and toys with a cane between his fingers.

He straightens his black collar and wears an eternally twisted smile.

He looks down at his cards.
Rubbish hand, two eights, an ace, a three and a four.
He sighs and scratches his sideburns.

"Skaro." He tosses a chip to the center.

"That bad a hand, is it?" The twisted smile becomes more of a smug smirk.

"Hmmm? Were you trying to be witty there?"
His expression turns nothing if not more sour.

"Technically, Skaro is rather valuable in its historical context."

"I don't think that's technically yours to bet."

"I think I will bet what I like."

"I could bet the stars of Asteroth, but it doesn't mean I could shell them out should I lose."

"Ah, see, but I don't aim to lose."

"Funny that you will anyway."

( Gentlemen, please. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 746