The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

Leaps up, grabs Magey, and pulls him to her corner, where she promptly curls up on him, still clitching the sqeaky flea to her chest.
 
*rolling on the floor laoughing*

yes I agree ******t was doing it right......he's defiantly my second favorite Doctor..

but seriously...the tenth doctor lookes like there is something wrong with his head, BUT....His companion is by far the hottest one yet..but I will always have a soft spot for the homicidal Leila..

:: she smirks softly ::

Ah, Leela.

"I have discovered how to kill them. You stab them in the neck!"

:: hums softly, hands in her pockets ::

Leeeeela, you've got me on my knees...

:: trails off ::

...hang on, you what? :: frowns, rubbing behind her ear ::

Something wrong with his head? D'you mean the rockabilly... porcupine... thing he did with his hair? Better that than the quiff he wore in "Idiot's Lantern," phwoar, there's not enough hairspray in the universe to maintain that piece of work. O'course, I didn't mind the porcupine thingy, except in "Dreamland," it was... it was very badly animated. His hair, I mean, the rest was decent.

Or... :: regards Ezra with scrutiny, narrowing her eyes at him over the rims of those transitioned lenses :: ...did you mean something wrong with his brain, like his brrrrain's not compatible? "Old, old and thick, head's too full of stuff, need a bigger head?"

Oh, look at you. Or me.

Yes, me! But you are clever, aren't you? I almost forgot all about allons-y... No harm done! Now, you know that we're supposed to avoid each other except in cases of the most dir circumstances, yes? Right.

Claps his hands together and rubs them anxiously, before shoving them in his pockets and grinning.

But I won't tell if you won't.


:: twirls to face Leo, glances him up and down ::

Oh, right, the paradox thing, the reapers, end of the Universe, butterfingers.

But good point, not a word, :: holds her finger across her lips :: shhhh, spoilers and spanners.

:: regards him analytically for a mo'... ::

Nice, nice, love the blue, love the blue, but, pointers: try buttoning up all the buttons, that's what he did in "Silence in The Library," tried to look a little spiffier for whomever was sending him psychic-paper love-letters. When you're standing around, put your hands in your pockets, but not the coat pockets, the trouser pockets.

Generally you don't wear the Janis Joplin coat indoors, but there are exceptions, "School Reunion" and so forth.

You hate people who say "team," you hope you never say "correctamundo" again, you occasionally emphasise stuff in foreign languages, "avanti" and so forth, and you make obscure pop-culture references more than your earlier counterparts did, often to British telly. You're very self-possessed, alllllmost to the point of being arrogant.

Sometimes you rrrrroll yourrr "r's," perhaps as a nod to The Seventh Doctor, and when you're feeling particularly playful you'll pop your lips to exaggerate consonants.

You have a tendency to improvise technobabble so people think you know what you're talking about. "Spaciotemporal hyperlink," "lupine-wavelength haemovariform," stuff like that.

And! :: holds up a finger :: This is very important.

Always--

:: hesitates ::

--no, never--

:: hesitates again, frowns ::

--well, sometimes...

Sometimes, you lose track of what you're saying and you give yourself a funny look, like you've sprouted a second head and it's Rowan Atkinson describing a "cunning plan."

:: grins broadly, Puckishly, pocketing the glasses in the side pocket of her suit coat ::

Nothing to it, ennit?

Like falling off a bike.

:: pauses ::

Falling off a log, riding a bike.

:: pauses again ::

No, I stand by my imagery, falling off a bike.

(Does that help at all?)
 
... Yeh... That's uh... I... >.<

That's more obsessed than I am with TV, hun. OK, maybe not quite. But it's getting there, Chas.
 
actually I was talking about his skull, seems misshapen some how..frontal lobes over hanging his eyes..
 
... Yeh... That's uh... I... >.<

That's more obsessed than I am with TV, hun. OK, maybe not quite. But it's getting there, Chas.

:: pirouettes to face O, grinning beatifically ::

O, O-R-E-O, my favourite choccy biccy! (Blimey, it's like "This Is Your Life!")

I dunno, I'm cognisant of my lunacy, but it's not hurting anyone. It's like... I don't know what it's like.

:: snaps her fingers... ::

Oh! It's like The Two Murdocks!

"Howling Mad" Murdock from "The A-Team," buhrilliant gent, couldn't meet a nicer bloke, but, oi, 'round the twist, completely.

Murdoc from "MacGyver," on the other hand, utterly off his nut in a way that will kill you dead to look at him.

The trick is to be crazy like Murdock from "The A-Team," and not ever ever ever crazy like the Murdoc from "MacGyver."

Eh? Eh?

Oh, but I'm old, that's before your time, I really do need to update my metaphors.
 
I guess I should have specified which pockets I had shoved my hands into, huh? And I rather like the coat, right now. Kinda suits me, don't you think?

At least I'm not wearing a fez...

These are all things I know, I'm just trying to remember and straighten it all. Never actually tried to emulate any of the incarnations.
 
actually I was talking about his skull, seems misshapen some how..frontal lobes over hanging his eyes..

:: swivels back to face Ezra, eyebrow theatrically arched ::

Misshapen heads. You're going to accuse a Doctor of a misshapen head and it's not Matt Smith?

With the brow and the chin :: gestures to each as she goes :: and-and-and the... "hair of an idiot?"

I rather like Ten's bone structure, even if Five thought he looked like a "skinny idiot."

Granted, I do prefer my blokes to have a little bit more mass on their skeletal systems, I.E. Eccleston or Barrowman, but I'm willing to make exceptions.

:: ...trails off ::

"I.E." Oh, there's two initials I hope I never read again.
 
Hun, you're the second Murdoc. Definitely.

:: turns quietly and gazes into your eyes with darksome orbs that see the turn of The Universe... ::

I've never tried to kill Teri Hatcher.

:: pauses, reconsiders ::

(Well, once, but she was a clone and eating an endangered species of frog.)
 
:: turns quietly and gazes into your eyes with darksome orbs that see the turn of The Universe... ::

I've never tried to kill Teri Hatcher.

:: pauses, reconsiders ::

(Well, once, but she was a clone and eating an endangered species of frog.)
I win.
 
Eazy's been stalking me.
I knew it. KNEW IT!

You're trying to make me post more, ain't'cha?

See, now I'm not sure who to glomp first.
It's all..just..so confuuuuusing..
 
I guess I should have specified which pockets I had shoved my hands into, huh? And I rather like the coat, right now. Kinda suits me, don't you think?

At least I'm not wearing a fez...

These are all things I know, I'm just trying to remember and straighten it all. Never actually tried to emulate any of the incarnations.

Oh, the Fez.

:: facepalms :: The Fez the fez the fez. :: drags that hand down her face ::

Blimey, that boy's embarrassing. I keep telling him and telling him, "no, Matthew, no, you're only allowed to make fashion faux pas within the first fifteen hours of your regeneration cycle," but does he listen?

I ask you.

(Strewth.)

Still, made for good target practise.

And, yes, you did say you had hands in pockets, good, good, should've given you the benefit of the doubt.

(You should really watch the post-regenerative trauma Five goes through after regenerating, he emulates a couple of his previous selves, oh, that is fantastic. Mind you, his Troughton's not very good.)

When it comes to emulating characters, there's no better than immersion. Watch a bunch of his episodes, make faces in the mirror, watch the David Tennant video diaries, that sort of thing. Can't go into a thing half-arsed, like, Kevin Costner in a "Robin Hood" film, or Keanu Reeves in "Constantine." (Speaking of people who never listen.)

:: scowls :: Constantine, I told him, like the "tine" of a fork, gordon bennett he goes and says it "teen" through the whole thing. Bad enough it's in Los Angeles. I loathe L.A.
 

Ah! Ah! :: holds up two index fingers instructively ::

But that was "Lois and Clark," right when it jumped the shark, I was completely justified.

And, yes, the guy who played Murdoc guested on that show, but it was a much earlier episode and he was using soundwaves instead of guns.

Just like I don't use guns, eschewing them for sonic technology, well, Nine times out of Ten.

(You may shoot me dead, but the moral high ground is mine.)
 
Eazy's been stalking me.
I knew it. KNEW IT!

You're trying to make me post more, ain't'cha?

See, now I'm not sure who to glomp first.
It's all..just..so confuuuuusing..

:: grins, flashing the "Live Long and Prosper" hand-sign ::

"Glomp us both, Spock!"
 
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Ah! Ah! :: holds up two index fingers instructively ::

But that was "Lois and Clark," right when it jumped the shark, I was completely justified.

And, yes, the guy who played Murdoc guested on that show, but it was a much earlier episode and he was using soundwaves instead of guns.

Just like I don't use guns, eschewing them for sonic technology, well, Nine times out of Ten.

(You may shoot me dead, but the moral high ground is mine.)
See? No guns. You ARE like him.
 
Eazy's been stalking me.
I knew it. KNEW IT!

You're trying to make me post more, ain't'cha?

See, now I'm not sure who to glomp first.
It's all..just..so confuuuuusing..

Well, Chas makes a better 10 than I do. But at least I look dashing. And these glasses frame my face rather well.

And yes, the fez. "Its a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool."

*chuckles softly*
 
See? No guns. You ARE like him.

No guns, MacGyver, yes guns lots of guns and big scary plastic knives that evade metal detectors, Murdoc.

:: pulls out a permanent marker, draws a Venn diagram on the wall of the stockroom ::

Saving the Universe with a tool that does everything, a kettle and some string, MacGyver, shooting people down and filming the whole affair, Murdoc.

Which puts me... I think... in The Phoenix Foundation's good books and well and truly out of luck with Homicide International Trust.

:: pauses ::

Hang on, weren't we talking about "The A-Team?" Everyone used guns on The A-Team...
 
I know who MacGyver is. Though, why I know that, I have no idea.

And no. I was talking about the crazier Murdoc. The one not in "The A-Team"
 
I know who MacGyver is. Though, why I know that, I have no idea.

And no. I was talking about the crazier Murdoc. The one not in "The A-Team"

Right, yes, no, of course.

They were equal kinds of crazy. Murdock and Murdoc. Equal levels of their conk being knackered.

Trouble was, Murdoc was the kind of crazy that killed people and Murdock was the kind of crazy that dove off buildings to save lives without thinking about how he'd land, or bringing a little girl's bicycle to a car chase. Best kind of crazy to be, that.

You're really saying I'm not the one with the little girl's bicycle?
 
*Narrows eyes then taps the wall*
Yer washin' that.

And I would've glomped you, Leo, until I found out you needed lessons.
Lessons.
Ohhh.

Chas- well, she's always gettin' my glomps. She's glompable. And when she's in Doc mode, she sets off my fangirl mode, but it was also set off by HER fangirl mode, so its basically just a fangirlgasmpile.


And Eazy?
Do you glomp the stalker?
*Snaps fingers as her eyes brighten*
I know!!

*Grabs E's head and boobsmothers*
This probably won't deter him at ALL.
 
Well, Chas makes a better 10 than I do. But at least I look dashing. And these glasses frame my face rather well.

And yes, the fez. "Its a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool."

*chuckles softly*

:: grins, inclines her head ::

Well, it's not a competition.

I'm just trying to pass on a little wisdom.

(I've had a lot of practise being Ten. Been writing "Jamie Hamilton" on The ORP for two and a half years now...)

Also!

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:: grins, inclines her head ::

Well, it's not a competition.

I'm just trying to pass on a little wisdom.

(I've had a lot of practise being Ten. Been writing "Jamie Hamilton" on The ORP for two and a half years now...)

Also!

fezcool.gif
OH HAY HE'S SMEXI!
 
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