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The Other Doctor
16 January 2021 @ 06:12 pm
If you need to contact me (Beka) for any reason - questions, critique, requests, plotting, random adoration, or whatever else you might need me for - you can leave a comment right here! I don't mind critique from any prompt communities you may have seen me in; in fact, I really encourage a good critique, and if you have questions about why I play him a certain way, I'm more than happy to answer.
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Alternately, you can contact me over AIM at archangelet, or via my gmail account (Gchat or email) at evie [at] beyondtherift.com.
All comments here are screened for your potential privacy. :)
18 May 2011 @ 09:45 pm
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quietandgeeky]
quietandgeeky] [The Doctor is staring at a handwritten list with great intensity as he sits at his little workbench in Torchwood's labs. He has a project or two that are being completely ignored in favour of this list.
It is apparently very important. ]
It is apparently very important. ]
02 December 2009 @ 11:16 pm
[RP for primadonnanoble]
primadonnanoble] All he can think is that this is so very very wrong.
Why is this wrong? Well, for one thing, he'd been walking to "work" (if you could call puttering around aimlessly all day in a Torchwood lab work) when there had been a bright flash and loud bang, and then suddenly he was on a different street. Well, no, it was the same street, but it looked different. And when he looked up, there were no Zeppelins.
And then when he ran down and around the corner, the Torchwood facility he and Rose worked in (not the main building, Rose couldn't stand the offices, they had a couple squatty buildings and an aircraft hanger out near Chiswick) was gone.
Not destroyed, not removed, not invisible. Just... not there. As if it had never been there. There was a row of bloody flats, for Rassilon's sake.
"Oh, this is bad, this is very very bad..." he muttered to himself, turning in circles, frantically looking for some sign that this was all a prank or something.
Why is this wrong? Well, for one thing, he'd been walking to "work" (if you could call puttering around aimlessly all day in a Torchwood lab work) when there had been a bright flash and loud bang, and then suddenly he was on a different street. Well, no, it was the same street, but it looked different. And when he looked up, there were no Zeppelins.
And then when he ran down and around the corner, the Torchwood facility he and Rose worked in (not the main building, Rose couldn't stand the offices, they had a couple squatty buildings and an aircraft hanger out near Chiswick) was gone.
Not destroyed, not removed, not invisible. Just... not there. As if it had never been there. There was a row of bloody flats, for Rassilon's sake.
"Oh, this is bad, this is very very bad..." he muttered to himself, turning in circles, frantically looking for some sign that this was all a prank or something.
04 September 2009 @ 04:14 pm
And some of y'all know I have more than that. Feel free to request for people not listed that you know I have. I just... I need to WRITE!
(sorry for crossposting, those of you who watch Tay's journal.)
