[aaaaand here comes the Doctor, bright and cheerful despite the circumstances]

It's clear to me that a lot of us are in need of some fun right now, after everything that's happened recently. The city falls, we're kicked out, a lot of us have run out of tea... [he pauses with a little sigh, as though reflecting on the abominable tea shortage]

It's also occurred to me that I'm getting married. Again. I know the invitations have been sent out... sort of, but I know you're all just dying to know, when will this fabulous event be held?

[a dramatic pause and then]

Soon. Very soon, in fact.

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It has come to my attention that while my bowtie wearing fiancé might know many a folk to invite to our joining ceremony, I do not. And, I am not fully aware of whom he has invited. That being said, the best solution to this awkward issue is this:

YOU ARE ALL INVITED TO THE WEDDING OF
THE DOCTOR
(the lad with the affinity for bowties)
AND
SEXY
(the woman living with the lad with the affinity for bowties)

There!
Problem solved, I should think!

…although that only resolves the one awkward issue.

Another is that I haven’t the foggiest whom will even conduct the ceremony. Does anyone know where I can attain one of those earthling priest persons? Or someone else who can perform such a task?

*If you were around Niflheim earlier today, you might have heard an explosion and a big commotion as a building fell down. If you weren’t present for it, do not worry, a picture is included in this post, showing said collapsed building.*

Hahahahaha! Still believe that demons aren't real? This is just a demonstration of my power! If you don't believe me yet, I'll just have to do it over and over and over again until I get it through your thick skulls! This is the power of a demon! This is the power of an Overlord! With my 1.8 million IQ, I'll make all nonbelievers' lives a living hell! Hahahahaha!

*This isn’t Mao’s usual journal, but the picture says it is and his voice sounds about right. Clearly, it must be him, right?*

( sound of fingers drumming against a tabletop can be heard, followed by a sigh )

I’m beginning to think I’m not very good at this. Perhaps it shouldn’t be blue; after all, it’s not traditional.

( after a beat it sounds as though she’s replying to herself, as if she’s been having a conversation with herself which honestly, she has )

Do I want to be traditional?

Yes, of course I do. I’m marrying him for those silly feeling things; it should be the proper way. Don’t you think?

I think so.

I do think so, don’t I?

Well then. ( there’s a sound of papers being scattered, a whump noise of books falling to the floor of her kitchen and a few clacks as her communicator falls down also ) I’ll be needing a wedding planner rather than try to do this myself then, won’t I?

Actually now that I think on it, we really should set a date for this thing …

( her chair makes a noise of being pushed when she hoists herself up and there’s a “crunch” noise when she steps on her device, she gasps but the feed cuts from being accidentally shut off )

[ooc note: This post happens at the same time as this log.]

[There's the sound of a wolf howl, then the sound of someone fighting something.]

Would you like to fall like your brother?

Come!

[Then sounds of another fight, and a heavy thud like sound, as if someone hit the ground heavily. Soon after the recording clicks itself off.]

WAKE UP TIME!

Do you know how good it feels to actually get a full week's rest? Why couldn't I have done this sooner? Oh yeah, the drums. They hang around, but now it's like a soothing sound. Could say I've grown to love them. HA! No nightmares, no waking to a cold sweat and a drum beat. I feel like I could eat three cows worth of meat, but I'm awake. If I were human, I'd do this all the time. Phew.

SO, what have I missed, eh?

[Her voice is deliberately neutral, that of the idly curious, though an touch of anger manages to creep in despite her efforts.]

If anyone's gone home and somehow ended up back here again, I'd like to compare notes. I'm not expecting much, but maybe it'll help with figuring out things. How much time passes while we're here, that sort of thing.

It’s come to my attention that I really have no idea what I’m doing here. Not ‘here’ as in this place — although, yes, that as well — I mean here at this present moment in time.

Specifically here.
This moment.
Right now.

What I am doing right now, in this moment, specifically here — is attempting to plan a wedding. A blue wedding — it has to be blue, no exceptions — but so far all these books are lacking with blueativity. That is, blue creativity. The only things I’ve managed to find are traditional things that are needed, something borrowed, something blue, something old and something new.

Well I already have something borrowed, that would be the groom — although I’m not sure if I would call it borrowed or stolen, either way my Thief will do.

The something blue would be the wedding itself, blue. Blue I tell you, no exceptions!

Something old might as well be myself, I am more than ‘over the hill’ in age as the human saying goes…

Something new, though… Would the experience count as new? …Bah!

Does anyone know how to plan a wedding? I would ask my Thief, but I’m sure he doesn’t have a clue.
Suggestions would be appreciated, yes. Thank you!

Imagine my surprise wakin' up here in hallucination land to stand in line for a fuckin' computer. Or was it to get in? Fuck if I know, I was hopin' the map on this thing had an exit. According to the one person I've run into so far with personality, there ain't one.

So, since I gotta wait for these status effects to wear off where is a guy to go for an imaginary stiff drink? And do I need money, or do you use leaves here? I noticed they were in short supply, what with the fake trees and shit.

[Could he sound any more disinterested? Probably not, Seifer is fairly convinced he's hallucinating still.]

[his voice is quiet, his tone still, but despite this, the anger is quite obvious by the way his words tremble slightly. He takes a deep, slightly shuddering breath before he speaks]

I assume that most of you have seen the new information that's come to light. I'm not sure when this started, or exactly why this started, but one thing is inescapably clear: this all needs to stop. All of this. The experiments, the disappearances, the arrests. All of it. And we need to stop it ourselves. I'm sure some of you already know what I'm going to suggest, and some of you might already be ready to suggest it yourselves. Maybe some of you did, before I got here.

We need to stand together. We need to be strong enough and brave enough to weather the storm that's ahead of us. The longer we stand idle, the longer this goes on, and the more people get hurt - and I, for one, am not willing to let this slide. We have to gather together, and I think you all know exactly what I'm talking about.

Oh, I'm angry. I've never done that before, not as this me. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do now, or what's going to happen. [a shaky laugh emerges]

Anyway, who's with me? We can have meetings and get into group hugs and everything. [despite the lightness of his words, it's clear he's deadly serious about gathering an army, even though he - barely - refrains from saying it]

I still don’t like this whole… sleeping thing. Is it really necessary? You lose so much time of the day if you sleep it away like that! I would much rather be outside in the snow or be doing just about anything else whatsoever than sleeping.

Especially since I continue to have those annoying dreams that humans have…

( she sounds bitter and annoyed rather than tired )

I’m not entirely certain I like this body anymore.

What a delightful little trinket! It's so small and compact, a pocket device. And it flips opened, there is nothing more thrilling than flipping things opened! Of course it doesn't have nearly as many buttons and levers and pullies and screens and lights as I do.

Did. Do. Did...

Did. Yes, did as in this flesh body I don't have buttons or levers or pullies or screens and lights. That's almost tragic, I always was fond of blinky lights — they drove my thief mad when I set them off at the "wrong times." I do disagree that there is a wrong time, though. Blinky lights are the best lights, much better than plain old boring solid lights.

Oh! Suddenly I'm finding myself realizing this flesh body is that one of the woman's from... But now that's interesting, isn't it? How did that happen? I thought I was back in... Stranger things have happened, I suppose. Do you know how incredibly uncomfortable it is to have a TARDIS land within another TARDIS?

Very squishy.

But!
Perhaps it's time to get back onto track, so to speak.

Hello new world of many that I have been placed onto... I'm Sexy. And I'm looking for my thief.
Have you seen him?