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*opens up a book in some unknown language - attatching a babelfish clip filter to the top so you can read it - entitled Anomolous Existences, A Brief History, volume 6 - Terrestrial Entities and Sentiences* *skips past own entry, and stops on the following page* :: +Memory :: Tell a Friend :: 23 replies :: Reply *sets a single spice cake in the middle of the table at grandad's house* *puts a candle on it and lights it, staring at the flame for a bit...finally* happy birthday, uncle giac...wherever you are now. *blows out the candle* *goes upstairs to my room* *watches captain jack and doctor owen take suzie to a recovery room* *watches grandpa ianto try to calm down dafydd* *seems like everyone's got things under control for now, so leaves them to it* *goes back into tardis, unnoticed in all the fuss* *wanders past the console room and through an empty corridor, vaguely wondering where manny went...hopes he hasn't gone to say hi to anyone before i could warn them he was back* *goes to an empty room and slides down against the wall in a corner* *takes off glasses* *rests forehead on knees, and stays that way for a very long time* *goes back to tardis after questioning noxs and talking to dafydd about gallifrey blowing up* *takes dafydd and sarah home* *goes to bedroom, still thinking about gallifrey and the academy and everyone that's gone now* *picks up a framed photograph from the bed table* *finally kisses the photo and puts it back* ...miss you. r'yldvratsch'yn. *picks up a book and reads self to sleep* *leaves uncle jimmy in the hub, and drags danny back into my tarids* okay, danny. this is a new game. a maths game. it's got probabilities and sequences and predictions and everything in it. you like probabilities, right? *calls something up on a monitor* okay, dad...what was it you wanted to talk to me about?
hi danny. how'd the football with harley go?
oh, and i found you something that might help explain a little better what football is. *hands you a pamphlet from a certain well-known british football team* *wakes up after about three days sleeping in tardis*
hi suzie. is that a normal human breakfast? it's pretty big. *wishes there were avacado-stuffed beetroots, but politely doesn't say so* *goes to grandpa ianto and granny caeth's place*
dafydd? are you here? i've got something i need to ask you about. |