[ hello imPorts and other communicator wielders, good to see you today. there's a new video communication available, and upon watching it you'll be greeted with the cheery, dopey grin of a man who is definitely modelling a beautiful bowtie and idiotically purple tweed combo. the following is brought to you by a beautiful English accent. ]
Well, this is good, isn't it? Love a good abduction. Not— not actually, not abductions, but... [ WAVES... HIS HAND AROUND A BIT... you know what I mean right, guys? abductions, not... well. abductions. good! glad that's all cleared up, then, carrying on: ] I'm not usually the one being abducted, I've got more practice with being the one doing the rescuing, but I'm always up for something new! And transuniversal abductions, well, I've only got a dozen or so of those under my belt, so.
... Oh, and a text feature. Text! Fun. Let's give this a go.
[ for those of you watching in realtime, the text appears at the same time the video shakes along with his typing it. for those not, there's a random text post chilling on the network: ]
Hello everybody this is a text, lots of love and other stuff from the Doctor
Sorry, hello, can't resist buttons. Anyway! I was actually just popping up to say hi! Howdy. I'm the Doctor: alien, two hearts, travels through time and space in a big blue box. Thought I'd get that out of the way straight off, not that I've got any doubts I'll be repeating myself any number of times in the not so far off future but if there is anybody out there who recognises that description please do feel free to speak up for a chat. That's open to any of the rest of you, too, as it happens. Wouldn't want anybody getting jealous, chats for all, that's my motto. Well! It was lovely seeing you all, now that that's done I suppose I really ought to jet o—
[ and, after somehow managing to plough his way through a run on sentence that should by any normal standards have exhausted his lung capacity long before its end, the Doctor in all his merry energy reaches up to click enthusiastically alongside his goodbye and—
hat. there is a hat. quite suddenly, quite without warning: hat. right there in his hand, a baseball cap. he stares at it for a second... glowers at it for a moment after that, takes a slow sweep of a glance towards his communicator (did you see that)—
and grins. ]
Hah! What do you know? That really works!
[ and with that, Docout. ]
[ ooc: backdated to the day before the swearing in gig - I'm going to throw my timelines up in the air eventually one way or another but I might as well try to not sabotage myself before I've even started tagging wow ]