Attached to the package is this note, written with tea on old-fashioned paper in calligraphic penmanship.
Thete:
Mr Crofton sends his regards to 'Mr Braxiatel's errant connexion, whoever it may be,' and also says that you 'better appreciate these [drinks]' as 'they'll be needed in an emergency.'
Why he thinks we might have an emergency, I haven't a clue. Perhaps because Bev rather irritated the government on Hulzarr Prime. Still, we're untraceable. But Mr Crofton has seen a great deal.
I thought you'd appreciate the gesture of a written letter. I really can't understand why databases are considered more valuable than books. Remind me that there's a library I need to buy up. It's on Hulzarr Prime, actually. At the rate Fifth Axis expansion is going, I'm beginning to wonder if I'll be able to purchase it before it's destroyed by those Philistines.
Don't let yourself die in the most embarrassing way possible. I couldn't stand the shame of being associated with you after.
Though it is not your birthday, you are getting a present. Inside the package, you will find this and a letter from your favourite sibling.
Thete:
I took this off of a rather unstable AI by the name of GLaDOS. Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. I think that means she's meant to operate Genetic Lifeforms. Anyway, she's probably going to try to kill me now, but this is a quantum tunnelling device. I've found it a terrible amount of fun to play with. This isn't the original, but the technology was easy enough to replicate.
The following is scribbled on the back of a slightly dented postcard. If he's particularly bored, he might notice that she's also erased the very faint lines of what looks vaguely like a grocery list.
In conclusion: she really needs to get some proper stationary and envelopes.
Brax:
You do realise that irritating unstable AIs is generally my hobby? I hope you at least got to run a bit - that's always the fun part.
- θ
Obviously there was an implied thank you in there somewhat that was squashed by the urge to know the details of this, which was likewise squashed by the need to nonchalantly confirm that he's still alive. But you can read it in between the lines. (It looks sort of like 'get corn flakes'.)
And if, as promised by the box, there is a bubble blower inside, it is greeted with almost as much glee as the quantum tunneling device. The Doctor is a Time LordLady Lord of simple taste (translated here to mean 'easily distractable').
Her reply is scribbled on a couple post-its stuck together at the sticky bits.
Brax:
Oh, those are fun, too, but there's a lot to be said for the running! Cardiovascular exercise, for one.
And what else did you find out about her?
- θ
The last two lines are a little squashed, due to space problems.
Of course there is a bubble blower inside. Think of who is giving this box.
To help her stock up on her supplies. The top one has his note.
Thete:
I've taken up jazzercize.
Homicidal, obviously. No programming that compels her to the truth, apparently. Fairly transparent in her lies and manipulation. She's eager to get test subjects for some reason.
A collector! Who could decide that bubble blowers are extremely collectable.
Her next note is not cramped, but it is stained slightly with soap. The Doctor enjoys thin film interference in action! Also, it's sent with this vase, because it was sitting around and she'd kept meaning to send it to him.
Brax:
You're joking, I hope?
Her programmers weren't fans of Asimov's Rules, I gather. What does she look like?
He is very pleased to get this vase. He will even keep it in his rooms.
The letter comes on the inside of a map to Atlantis. There's some old writing on the side with a list of rare artefacts. They have all been checked off.
Thete:
When am I not?
Apparently. I haven't seen her, only remote drones and the like.
To congratulate him on his apparent win, she sends him a deerstalker cap and a magnifying glass, along with a sticker - you know, the brightly-coloured sort you get for high marks when you're teeny.
Thete:
Oh, so you've taken on stand-up comedy now?
Well, then. What did the drones look like?
Or her programmers were very, very fond of cake. Perhaps I ought to bring her a piece and see what happens.
She'll put it in the Wardrobe somewhere. One of her regenerations is bound to like it probably her Sixth.
She was going to send him a very dapper hat, but decided she really just liked it too much to part with it. So he gets a copy of Making Money, signed by the author (naturally), with a somewhat puzzling aside to an Irving Braxiatel.
[A small, somewhat hastily wrapped package with a card attached finds its way into your post box. The card says "Happy Birthday!" in bright, bold letters on top of a streamer and balloon filled background. The inside, however, contains quite a different message:]
Hello, sorry for the card choice; it was all I could find on short notice. (If it is your birthday, you may want to wait a day to finish reading this message. Really. Or at least until after cake and ice cream. Oh yes, and presents! Can't forget them!)
Anyway, I need your help, and let me tell you why.
Everyone who comes and goes to the Astral Plane is in danger. If you haven't noticed or been to the Plane in a bit, the Coliseum is very much active right now, and your friends could be one of the participants in a deathmatch. Yes, you read that correctly: a deathmatch. Those who receive letters of "invitation" to fight have absolutely no choice but to fight to the death on the appointed day of the match. And if you don't...well, both of you will die.
It could be you next, fighting a friend, lover, or enemy. Or perhaps you've already fought, to which I say that I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't help you sooner.
You see, I can't stop this on my own; not this time and not in this place. I really need your help. Everyone's. Everyone who cares for the people they've met on the Plane, and even those who simply don't wish to die. If your friends on the Plane don't have post boxes, contact them and find them somehow. They need to know what's happening here, as well.
The decision before you now, however, is yours and yours alone. Choose to help me and we can stop people from dying. Or simply choose to ignore this message and continue on with your life like it had never reached you.
If you do choose to help, meet inside the Plane's theatre and have a seat. I'll see you there.
--D
PS: Don't take too long making your choice.
PPS: Meaning come as soon as you've decided--and don't dawdle!
[Upon opening the package, you will find a special watch he picked up in bulk on Migano Beta (a friend owed him a favour). The watch face blinks, switching from the time as it was when he first programmed the watch to a message that says "DONT FORGET" in block letters (instead of the date). There is a little note on the inside of the box that reads, "Bring this with you. You'll need it."]
[ooc: I'll be putting up an entry in a little bit so characters can meet with the Doctor, discuss things, and find out what the watch is for.]
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Date: 2010-03-28 01:49 am (UTC)Attached to the package is this note, written with tea on old-fashioned paper in calligraphic penmanship.
Thete:
Mr Crofton sends his regards to 'Mr Braxiatel's errant connexion, whoever it may be,' and also says that you 'better appreciate these [drinks]' as 'they'll be needed in an emergency.'
Why he thinks we might have an emergency, I haven't a clue. Perhaps because Bev rather irritated the government on Hulzarr Prime. Still, we're untraceable. But Mr Crofton has seen a great deal.
I thought you'd appreciate the gesture of a written letter. I really can't understand why databases are considered more valuable than books. Remind me that there's a library I need to buy up. It's on Hulzarr Prime, actually. At the rate Fifth Axis expansion is going, I'm beginning to wonder if I'll be able to purchase it before it's destroyed by those Philistines.
Don't let yourself die in the most embarrassing way possible. I couldn't stand the shame of being associated with you after.
May Time be good to you, and you to it,
B
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Date: 2010-05-09 07:09 am (UTC)Though it is not your birthday, you are getting a present. Inside the package, you will find this and a letter from your favourite sibling.
Thete:
I took this off of a rather unstable AI by the name of GLaDOS. Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. I think that means she's meant to operate Genetic Lifeforms. Anyway, she's probably going to try to kill me now, but this is a quantum tunnelling device. I've found it a terrible amount of fun to play with. This isn't the original, but the technology was easy enough to replicate.
May Time be good to you, and you to it,
B
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Date: 2010-05-09 05:28 pm (UTC)The following is scribbled on the back of a slightly dented postcard. If he's particularly bored, he might notice that she's also erased the very faint lines of what looks vaguely like a grocery list.
In conclusion: she really needs to get some proper stationary and envelopes.
Brax:
You do realise that irritating unstable AIs is generally my hobby? I hope you at least got to run a bit - that's always the fun part.
- θ
Obviously there was an implied thank you in there somewhat that was squashed by the urge to know the details of this, which was likewise squashed by the need to nonchalantly confirm that he's still alive. But you can read it in between the lines. (It looks sort of like 'get corn flakes'.)
no subject
Date: 2010-05-09 05:36 pm (UTC)The next letter in is attached a box of corn flakes. With real corn flakes inside.
Thete:
Certainly not! The fun bit is the gloating followed by a swift, simple exit.
Well, I did tell her that people could pop off back to their homes, didn't I? I can't be blamed for the forgetfulness of unstable AIs.
-B
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Date: 2010-05-09 05:52 pm (UTC)LordLadyLord of simple taste (translated here to mean 'easily distractable').Her reply is scribbled on a couple post-its stuck together at the sticky bits.
Brax:
Oh, those are fun, too, but there's a lot to be said for the running! Cardiovascular exercise, for one.
And what else did you find out about her?
- θ
The last two lines are a little squashed, due to space problems.
no subject
Date: 2010-05-10 01:30 am (UTC)To help her stock up on her supplies. The top one has his note.
Thete:
I've taken up jazzercize.
Homicidal, obviously. No programming that compels her to the truth, apparently. Fairly transparent in her lies and manipulation. She's eager to get test subjects for some reason.
She keeps mentioning cake.
-B
None of his writing his squashed, obviously.
no subject
Date: 2010-05-10 02:05 am (UTC)Her next note is not cramped, but it is stained slightly with soap. The Doctor enjoys thin film interference in action! Also, it's sent with this vase, because it was sitting around and she'd kept meaning to send it to him.
Brax:
You're joking, I hope?
Her programmers weren't fans of Asimov's Rules, I gather. What does she look like?
Perhaps she's peckish?
- θ
no subject
Date: 2010-05-10 04:16 am (UTC)The letter comes on the inside of a map to Atlantis. There's some old writing on the side with a list of rare artefacts. They have all been checked off.
Thete:
When am I not?
Apparently. I haven't seen her, only remote drones and the like.
I can't doubt it.
-B
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Date: 2010-05-10 05:33 pm (UTC)Thete:
Oh, so you've taken on stand-up comedy now?
Well, then. What did the drones look like?
Or her programmers were very, very fond of cake. Perhaps I ought to bring her a piece and see what happens.
- θ
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Date: 2010-05-10 07:55 pm (UTC)The next present is because he couldn't think of anyone else who would like it.
Thete:
One has to pay the bills.
One had an eyeball in it. The others were sleek, tiny things. Very iPod-style. I imagine she's early 21st century.
Fond of cake and not the Three Laws? Don't let yourself get killed.
-B
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Date: 2010-05-11 05:41 pm (UTC)probably her Sixth.She was going to send him a very dapper hat, but decided she really just liked it too much to part with it. So he gets a copy of Making Money, signed by the author (naturally), with a somewhat puzzling aside to an Irving Braxiatel.
Brax:
Do tell me when your next appearance is.
Really? How very... very interesting.
Oh, I'm better at this sort of thing than that.
- θ
A resistance movement
Date: 2010-07-16 10:42 pm (UTC)Hello, sorry for the card choice; it was all I could find on short notice. (If it is your birthday, you may want to wait a day to finish reading this message. Really. Or at least until after cake and ice cream. Oh yes, and presents! Can't forget them!)
Anyway, I need your help, and let me tell you why.
Everyone who comes and goes to the Astral Plane is in danger. If you haven't noticed or been to the Plane in a bit, the Coliseum is very much active right now, and your friends could be one of the participants in a deathmatch. Yes, you read that correctly: a deathmatch. Those who receive letters of "invitation" to fight have absolutely no choice but to fight to the death on the appointed day of the match. And if you don't...well, both of you will die.
It could be you next, fighting a friend, lover, or enemy. Or perhaps you've already fought, to which I say that I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't help you sooner.
You see, I can't stop this on my own; not this time and not in this place. I really need your help. Everyone's. Everyone who cares for the people they've met on the Plane, and even those who simply don't wish to die. If your friends on the Plane don't have post boxes, contact them and find them somehow. They need to know what's happening here, as well.
The decision before you now, however, is yours and yours alone. Choose to help me and we can stop people from dying. Or simply choose to ignore this message and continue on with your life like it had never reached you.
If you do choose to help, meet inside the Plane's theatre and have a seat. I'll see you there.
--D
PS: Don't take too long making your choice.
PPS: Meaning come as soon as you've decided--and don't dawdle!
[Upon opening the package, you will find a special watch he picked up in bulk on Migano Beta (a friend owed him a favour). The watch face blinks, switching from the time as it was when he first programmed the watch to a message that says "DONT FORGET" in block letters (instead of the date). There is a little note on the inside of the box that reads, "Bring this with you. You'll need it."]
[ooc: I'll be putting up an entry in a little bit so characters can meet with the Doctor, discuss things, and find out what the watch is for.]
no subject
Date: 2010-09-10 06:52 am (UTC)Undertakers usually have a grave attitude even if they are dying to get your business.
[The card is signed with a big that looks vaguely like the anarchy symbol.]