He's Fire And Ice And Rage

River,

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,
-D

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

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!

Love,
Dad

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

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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.

Love,
Dad

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

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 160

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.

Allons-y!

The Doctor

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

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!

Love,
Dad

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

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



Rose,

Hi.

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