"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon the table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels"
— T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Rose Tyler
c/o Torchwood, London

Hello, Rose. Discovered there's a closing rift just large enough for a postcard off of Venus 3, thought I'd let you know how everything is going over here before it closes. Let you know how everything is over here. Because, no matter what Sarah Jane might say, I'm usually the one left by my companions. I don't know what to do, knowing I've left you. Worry, I suppose.

I'm sure you're fine, of course.

Anyway, I don't often buy postcards, but I did find this one stuffed in an old timey-wimey detector I made a few years back. It's from a small motel that Martha and I stayed at in Los Angeles. We weren't entirely sure how long we'd be stuck in 1969, so I took her for a quick trip on an actual plane. Absolutely terrible, I hate flying. But the trip itself was nice. Felt almost human, wandering around, sightseeing, and waiting for a flight back to London.

You should go there, you'd love it. Take a trip with him. Have fun.

Live a good life. I think that's what I'm trying to say.

The Doctor

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 190
Sun is in the sky oh why oh why?
Would I wanna be anywhere else
--Lily Allen LDN


Strange sort of world, isn't it? I'm on Vegreas VI. From the architecture and vehicles, you'd think it was Earth, right? They've even got that show with the Deals and the No Deals that you like so much. It's the infinite monkey proverb theory that, given enough time, a hypothetical chimpanzee typing at random would, as part of its output, almost surely produce one of Shakespeare's plays. Enough universes and enough planets, someone's going to reproduce "Deal or No Deal"!

It's a beautiful day, here. You can just about see Vegreas V on the horizon. You'd love it. You'd really love it.

Must dash!
The Doctor

I'm not entirely sure why I'm filling this all out. It's not as if I could send it to you.

Muse: The Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who


Dropped by your flat, you weren't in. Can't stay too long today, so I've left you this postcard. It's actually not really a postcard, but a postcard-sized inking made specifically for me from this bloke named George. Now, George was very nearly eaten by FreeroFreeros, which are very unpleasant piranha-like aliens who dwell in sand instead of water. Seeing as I saved him, he was more than happy to spend a few hours inking this. It's quite nice, I think.

I've been spending a lot of time in the Dark Ages, lately. As you know, I like traveling places that aren't very well documented. Everything seems new and exciting and yeah, well, I know how it all turns out, but it's still fun in its own right. And lucky I was here, too. FreeroFreeros. Of all the things!

Still, couldn't let them ruin the festival of lights. Once a year, all of the streets in this town are lined with candles, creating daytime in the middle of the night. It's beautiful, River. Put a note down in your diary that we'll need to go there. A photograph---even a very detailed holograph---can't quite capture it.

You can find light from the shadows anywhere, even in the Dark Ages.

I'll be back soon,

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 200

Dear Dorothy,

I don't know if you know this, but I do so I figured that I, knowing the things that I know and knowing that you might only possibly know them, am sending you this postcard.

Blimey, that sentence was long. Did you see that? Long! Lots of commas in there, though. I think I might have a problem with commas in sentences, what do you think? Do I breathe too much when I talk? Maybe I talk too much. And in writing in the same manner that I talk, it's entirely possible that I talk with too many commas.

But I've come full circle.

Where was I?

Oh! Circles! Round! Right! Pies!

I think we need to go on a date involving pies. Because, really, what sort of a boyfriend adult-man-friend spouse-ish individual companion would I be if I didn't take you on at least a few dates?


The Doctor

Muse: The Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 150

Dear Jenny,

I'm on a Strethem Space Station right now, looking over at the largest clockwork machine in the universe. It's the Strethem Mechanoid Super Analyzer Mark 4. Basically, it's a giant thinking computer created entirely for the purpose of being the largest of its kind.

Sort of silly, if you ask me, all that brilliance just there to be the biggest and the best. I don't want to break the hearts of these scientists by letting them know the record'll be broken in under a dozen years by a couple of Zygons working out of their collective basements.

Still! You have to admire the way it's been built. Nothing in that planet-sized machine but cogs and gears! It's the simplicity of it that I like the most. It's all so simple, but it works like the most complicated nanocomputers.

Anyway, must dash. Hope you're doing well. It's nearly Christmastime in this section of space. Have you had a chance to learn about the Earth holiday, Christmas? I've included a video-chip, A Charlie Brown Christmas. Should teach you a bit!


Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 150
For [livejournal.com profile] morethananecho

Dear Jenny,

I'm on Earth in 2014. I've decided to stay the week and have rented out a rather nice hotel room in northern Italy. Italy is a country on Earth. The country is marked by rich culture, beautiful music, and food with lots of carbohydrates.

This is a postcard of the shower in my hotel room. Now, normally it might seem strange for a father to send his daughter a postcard of the shower, but really this is completely interesting. The black tiles in the shower are heat sensitive and cause a variety of color changes depending on the heat of the water. It's called the "Northern Lights" tiles because the colors are always moving, referencing the human polar auroras that causes color variations in the atmosphere due to magnetism and I realized explaining this will take up more room on the postcard than I have. Remind me to explain it later.

Humans are so interesting, Jenny. Even such little, simple technologies like heat color transfer; they use it in the most creative ways.

I hope you'll get to see them one day.


Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 186
For [livejournal.com profile] morethananecho

Dear Jenny,

I'm on Earth again, in London. There's a vendor here that sells photographs of street art, I found this one strangely appropriate.

I know you haven't seen much of me, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you for being out there on your own. You're doing brilliant things, just like I knew you would. Well, you are my daughter, 'course you'd be doing brilliant things.

You're following your hearts, and that's the most important thing right now. Make your own rules, do a lot of running, cause a little trouble (but stay safe!)

I'm sure we'll see each other around soon in the present or the past (depending where I am). Won't be long until you find Sol 3, and I'm certainly around most eras here, in some incarnation or other. Oh, you'll love it here, Jenny. I promise.


PS: How's the little TARDIS doing? Do you need more TARDIS food yet?

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 160
All romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
--Joni Mitchell, The Last Time I Saw Richard

Dear Martha,

I've discovered an entire galaxy devoted to cooking. By "discovered" I mean I've never been here before, the colonists who are here discovered it a long time ago. I think there was an Earth riot over the Food Network and eventually the people from Earth who sided with the robotic Rachael Ray came to this part of the cosmos.

Anyway, I'm at Develoka, which is a planet populated entirely by bakers. I'm on the southern side of the planet, so I've met quite a few cake-makers. I thought you might like it here. Not that I'm saying you like an overt amount of cake, just I know you like cake. You do like cake, don't you?

Well! Anyway! This is a postcard. The image has nothing to do with my behavior prior to us parting though it is entirely possible that I still miss you. A lot.

Off to another frosting testing,

The Doctor

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 150

Dear Martha's Mother Mrs. Jones Francine,

Lest you think that I'm not taking your daughter to safe, educational places, I'll have you know that today I took her to see Billy Holiday at a local jazz club. Quite a momentous experience for the music industry and the history of influential women in America.

Of course, halfway through the performance a gang of robotic Nazi soldiers arrived, tried to kill everyone, and we had to defeat them using only the power of Ms. Holiday's voice. Let me just tell you, though, no matter how scratchy all that screaming made her voice, she ended up saving the world!

Martha said it was lots of fun. She's also told me not to tell you about any of this because you'll worry. Really, though, what's there to worry about? Martha can handle her own! You should've seen her take on that Nazi leader!

Talk to you later, we're off to the Jurassic era to learn about the velociraptor. I don't imagine it'll be a very eventful day.


The Doctor

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 176

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.
--Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without A Country

Dear Luke,

Heard you had a run-in with the Slitheen.

Just so you know, it's not really that funny.

Especially when trying to save the world.

Still, this card is funny. Picked it up from Flatucia. Please don't ask about the customs there, you really don't want to know.

Also don't show it to your Mum, she'll be furious at me.

Take care and keep on running,

The Doctor

PS: When I said "keep on running" I don't mean right now I mean when you need to start running you should run because running is wonderful and good for you in reasonably-sized doses. So, um! Yes! Bye!

Muse: The Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 100
Some turn to rambling round
Looking for a clean sky
And a drinking stream
--Banquet, Joni Mitchell

Dear Jenny,

I'm on Satampico 5. Everything is impossibly green. Especially the sky. It's enough to give one a bit of a headache after a while. All the same, it made me think of you and, well, that's why I'm sending you a postcard. I think it's the shocking brightness of it all.

Before you ask, Donna's doing just fine. Well, relatively fine. Well, once the ointment takes affect then the Venusian rash will go down and then she'll be right as rain. And no matter what she might write you and say, it was
not my fault that she ended up in that tree.

There's almost no plant life here. It's very eerie and somewhat startling, how smooth and ordered everything is. The coldness reminds me a bit of home. Well, my old home. Your old home too, technically. Just not nearly so colorful.

Well, that's all for now, I'm afraid! The guards have found my hiding spot and I'm off to running again!

Be safe!


Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 150
And like the seasons you are also,
And though in your winter you deny your spring,
Yet spring, reposing within you, smiles in her drowsiness and is not offended.
--Kahlil Gibran, the Prophet

Dear Rachel,

Oh, the strange postcards you find when looking in the "Love" section of the Hallmark Emporium. Still, it's less heart-ful and more something I think you might appreciate. A panda eating food that it can't possibly digest!

So, I'm in the rather far future right now When did Hallmarks get to be so dangerous? The people standing in line are vicious! And this music is distracting! I'm certain it's all part of some scheme to get me to buy more. I've already picked up a 'Baby's First Christmas' ornament for my friend here who's never experienced a Christmas before.

Anyway, so this is my letter of congratulations, of sorts! I'm never good at making the right letter on the right holiday so make this one for Valentine's Day…whichever one is coming up next for you. Congratulations on finding love. Well, having it found you.


The Doctor

PS: And if you're ever in the area, let me know. We'll have another pizza charged to someone else's account and a bottle of wine.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 170
Based on crackish RP with [livejournal.com profile] inaspectandeyes and supersekrit mention of [livejournal.com profile] tastefulfashion!
Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say its me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
--Tom Lehrer, Masochism Tango



It's been a while since I've actually sat down and had a good long think. Even longer since Canary Warf. The TARDIS tells me it's been just over two months vortex-time since…well, since. My slightly more masochistic side came out today and here I am. Thinking about you and me and everything. Decided to write you a postcard, I'm going to see if I can get it to slip through the seam on the universes. If it doesn't, well…no harm done.

50% of this postcard has been preamble. Let me tell you what this postcard is. I'm on Storocora, a planet inhabited by beings who look a lot like humans except they have power conduit controls in the back to help them "recharge" rather than eat. Nearly stabbed in the back of the neck several times by gentlemen just trying to give me a recharge because I look too thin.

Oh, and they occasionally burst into song and dance. Today I walked past a line of men and women just dancing the tango. Just dancing! Music from the city seems to well up here and they atune themselves to it, breaking into chorus.

I know you'd like it here.

Anyway. So! I hope all is well with you and Jackie and Mickey and all of everybody. Give them my love when you see them and all that.

I miss you.

The Doctor

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 230

Dear Lorna,

I can't stand modern sympathy cards. Most of them have some flower of some sort on it and most are this dramatic, turned-aside lily. Does the lily represent death on Earth or something? Makes very little sense to me.

So, uh, here's my card to you. It's a graph representing the googled words "Ubuntu", "kitten", and "pie", showing that Linux is more popular than both. I…well, I hoped it might bring some sort of a smile to your face. Smiles when you're facing a loss are harder to come by than decent sympathy cards.

There is a point to this postcard, by the way. I heard about your father and wanted to let you know that here should you need me.

Sometimes apologies feel very flat during a time like this, I know. Instead of an apology, I offer you a gift. This phone inside is a pre-paid one…picked it up at the market. It only has one phone number in it: mine. And around 50 minutes of air time…sorry, they didn't have an atm in the market. You have my promise to arrive should you need me. Never know when you might need a Doctor.

Take care of yourself,

The Doctor

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 202
Based on plotlines written by [livejournal.com profile] erikscordelia

Dear Red Triton,

Sorry to bother, know you've got a kingdom to run. I'm on Plum Planes, which is actually a series of water planets along the coast of…um…you know, I’m not really sure.

Anyway. So there was an accident and I've got fins instead of feet. If you're laughing now, remember that I'm not laughing. It's convenient during my stay on this purple-water planet, but I can't get back into the TARDIS. You remember all those problems with had with Atina and the grates on the TARDIS? Same idea.

So! Why I'm writing you. I don't suppose you'd be willing to loan me that supercharged hand-held physical destabilizer and molecular transmogriphication pole, could you? By that, I mean your trident? Just for a bit to sort out my lower-half?

Would be much appreciated! Please contact me back as soon as you can, and give the picture part of this to your youngest daughter, I know she likes to see new places when I go to them. And a planet of purple water and skies is fairly interesting.

Hoping to hear from you soon!

The Doctor

PS: How do you jump out of the water all spinny-like? I wanted to try it but I ended up falling down on the surface which was absolutely no fun.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 200
Totally inspired by this artwork by JesIdres
"At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows."
--Shakespeare, Love Labor's Lost

Dear Rose,

It's the holidays. Just met this lovely woman by the name of Donna, did some rescuing and all that. When I say "lovely", I mean she's fairly nice. When I say "fairly nice", I mean she's…you know, not bad. When I say "not bad"…

Anyway, it's the holidays. Saw the Powell Estate from a rooftop. Thought a bit about you Christmas last year. Do you remember? Big changes that year. Good year, though. I liked it. Especially liked the turkey I wasn't expecting that your mum made.

Took a trip here. The Christmas Tree Cluster. Not entirely certain why they call it that, probably because of the general shape of the cluster, the larger stars making up the "star" on top of the tree. It's actually quite a lovely place.

Wish you could be here to see it. It's…never right, spending the holidays alone.

Happy Christmas, Rose.

The Doctor

PS: When I say "not bad", I just mean she's ginger. You know how ginger women are.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 168


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