burnt_orangesky: (Lady President)
In the spirit of full disclosure which seems to have overtaken us all, my full name is Romanadvoratrelundar, Romana for short. I hail from a world known as Gallifrey; my people are known as the Time Lords.

While I cannot stay here, I am not entirely certain where I should go. [Small pause.] Due to circumstances I am afraid I cannot divulge, going back to my homeworld is not currently an option. It may never be.

I shall have to think about it.

To those who have been my friends in the two years I have made my home here: thank you. I cannot express how much your friendship has meant to me, and continues to mean to me. And I can promise you this: no matter where you choose to go, back to your homes or staying here, I will be able to visit you. My people are able to cross time, space, and dimensions, with the help of technology we have invented. So we needn't loose touch, no matter what else happens.

-Romana
burnt_orangesky: (Your logic makes no sense)
[[This shows up in the morning. The page is wrinkled, has splotches of ink here and there, and the handwriting itself is messy.]]

Pardon the handwriting, this is Fred.

I am afraid it may be beyoun beyond my current ability to work in the yard, for as long as I am in this ridiulous get-up.

My apologies I will come back to work as soon as possible.


[[ooc: She's stuck in this outfit for 6 days. Lmao.]]
burnt_orangesky: (Please don't look at me)
I believe that, though I somehow managed to avoid becoming a faerie, I will not be able to work in the Scavengers' Yard until this [pen taps] outfit goes away.

[A pause]

Do the names Gallifrey or Rassilon mean anything to anyone, besides myself?

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Listen to the sounds of silence)
Whoever gives out these things, I would really prefer you not putting them in my food next time. You made me frighten my dog.

[Several pen taps.]

How common is it to receive memories that are not your own?

And does anyone know anything about giant robot-ships? Possibly to be used in battle.
burnt_orangesky: (Man down)
[ooc: This entry appears shortly after noon, Sphere-time]

[Blood is streaked across the page as she writes.]


Someone stop her, I think she's going to attack the Tree. She is armed, and might not be in her right mind. [Pause] Make that definitely not in her right mind.

I need help. I do not think I will make it to Medical Island without assistance.

My location:

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Please hurry. [Large drop of blood.]

[ooc: Handmaiden will be coming to help her, so don't worry about organizing rescue efforts.]
burnt_orangesky: (Hiding? Not me!)
Dear Edensphere.

Thank you so much for~~~~

for randomly terrifying me. That was wonderful, let's do it again quite soon.

And I do not appreci~~~~~~~~~

I really do not k~~~~~~

Kindly stop mocking my perfectly justified dislike of snakes. This is~~~~~~

I really hate this place.

No love,

Fred.

[added a few minutes later]

By-the-by, does anyone recognize this thing?
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[ooc- Her writing is a little shaky, and randomly trails off into ink blots. Her hair has turned into snakes for 5 days, and they keep on hissing at her and startling her. Oh, and she's currently hiding under her bed. PLEASE DISREGARD THE FACT THAT THE DALEK WAS DRAWN ON LINED PAPER. I drew it so well I didn't want to risk redrawing it.]

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