Nineteen

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

I suppose I should fill you on on what happened while you were... out, hey? I'm the only person with a full account of it, anyway, much as I'd like the past three weeks to have turned out differently. In any case, you need to know about it.

A couple of days after the Master and I dug you out of your room, much in contrast to his attitude about getting you out, he disguised himself as our fifth. Unfortunately, I believed him. And I know - I know, please don't remind me - that it was a stupid, stupid thing to believe. Rose believed him, too. Aside from getting information out of us - and I'm sorry, but he knows about your loss now - he took advantage of my trust and led me to his TARDIS when I was being hospitable and showing him around the castle. He got me inside, but not before I realised who he actually was. And... well. Sure you don't need the play-by-play here, but for a long story made short, I was camped out next to you for a while. Rose helped me back upstairs, and when she found out it was the Master who'd done it, she snapped. She called him out. That's all I can remember before waking up the next morning, but I tried to stop her.

Next morning she comes into my room to check up on us looking like hell, I'm wondering just why I'd felt the TARDIS in pain while I was unconscious, and in the journal there's an entry by the Master who is sputtering nonsense and bleeding all over the page. As it turns out, she shot him in the hand while fighting with him, and upon realising that she couldn't defeat him that way she ran down to the TARDIS and ripped the console open. The rest is guesswork, because her memories were burnt by the Time Vortex, but she absorbed the Vortex and completely destroyed the Master's memories. All of them. He didn't know who he was, where he was, not even his own name. Rose - and this blows me away, because it's impossible - survived having the Time Vortex in her head, got out with a partly-scorched brain, some nausea and looking like the personification of death, but otherwise OK. She's getting better, and it hasn't stopped her from constantly fussing over you. [transcribed 'heh'] You should've heard her. Going on and on about making sure you weren't going to die (I assured her you weren't going to, but I guess she doesn't find my unprofessional opinion reassuring what with me, you know, being you and all).

Anyway, things have simmered down considerably since then. And you might've noticed that the Master is slowly getting his memories back. I want to caution you in this case, because he wasn't all too pleased with what happened. He got what he wanted from me. He'll be after you next. So be careful.

... So! How about this weather, eh?


Isn't this nice! Autumn in Paradisa. Surprise, surprise; it still manages to look like it was copypasted from a postcard.

Comments

[percipience.livejournal.com]

I agree. It's nice that it's not hotter than the hinges of hell anymore in any case.
A bit of a weirdly abrupt change...
...and I have to say as silly as it is..since coming here I get intense joy from hearing things like copypaste.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Got pretty hot, didn't it? It didn't bother me much, but... hmm, yes, it is. Like all of the seasons compressed into a couple of days... there'll be snow next, just you wait.

Copypaste! Ah, I remember technology. Old friend of mine, bit of a troublemaker, but greatly missed in absence. Well, sometimes. Sometimes it's nice to get out of the way of computers and traffic lights.

[percipience.livejournal.com]

Me either. But that was just because I had air conditioning and margaritas. [transcribed laugh]
I hope so! I mean...I hate to think of why this place may be having weather seizures but I would love a little snow.

Yes! I have an iPod and an entertainment system and all that but people here just don't know what it is. I think I was giddy for a good two days after having a discussion with Bobby about Youtube. [another laugh]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

And here I am, stuck with a biological ability to stand the heat. How boring am I?
Mm, the cause can't be any good, but I've enjoyed seeing the weather change for once. Snow's such a radical change from the norm round here that I couldn't care less how much we wind up getting.

Oh, YouTube. Amazing what a smash that website was. Shame that it started internet telly taking over real TV, and once it did it went down after the company's president was kidnapped by angry, TV station un-employees. But that's - er, a bit far off for you, I think?

[percipience.livejournal.com]

[transcribed laughter]
Well you're welcome to come be exciting with me whenever you'd like, Doctor. You'll never see me turning down a reason to make margaritas.

Did it REALLY?! I don't have trouble seeing that happening at all, actually. It's just strange to hear about what the future holds.
Um..my year was 2006

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm keeping a safe distance from alcohol after that stint a couple of weeks ago, but I'll take you up on the 'being exciting' bit. We can just find a different way to do it. Though I might have one margarita. One. Uno. Small one.

Oh, yes! Wasn't fun at all. Caused quite the uproar, but the website was shut down, the president was returned and the unemployed weren't hired back anyway because they were involved in kidnapping. Whole new workforce hired and everything.
2006! All right. The young lady I was traveling with pre-Paradisa was from 2007.

[percipience.livejournal.com]

un margarita pequeño?
Why, Doctor! Haven't you ever heard the saying about falling off a horse. It's kept college kids who've found themselves in another country with no clothing drinking for years. I am very partial to dancing. Do you dance, Doctor?

Is that so? It was very nearly '07 where I was from too. It was autumn. Imagine my surprise when I awoke to find a bunch of people blabbing on about valentine's day.... well...once I got over the whole 'whoa where the hell am I and who supplied the castle' business anyway.

Ten

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

Alright, alright, I won't remind you. Stupid Stupid, stupid, stupid. So unbelievably---[gone!] I'm sure whatever happened was bad enough. And I know he knows about the TARDIS. He told me so himself. The urge to hit you has diminished a teensy bit, but it's still there.

And then Rose-- [muttered; something like 'oh, good grief'] Someday I'm just going to have to put her in a very small room so she'll never run off and do crazy things like that ever again. Ever.

Yeah, yeah, understood. S'not like I want to talk to him anyway. Speaking of talking [sound of journal pages flipping] you must have been bored out of your skull. Had a few interesting conversations, did we?

Nine

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Good. Then I'll just pretend that scribbled-out section was just a stray thought. [pageflip] Oh, so you do. And really, what's hitting me going to accomplish?

I was thinking the same thing. Like I said before, nutbar when she wants to be.

That depends. Which 'conversations' are we talking about, exactly?

Ten

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

Yep. Completely unrelated. Not even in the same species as those other thoughts. ...not a lot, but you'd probably get a funny look on your face.

Still, on the whole, not a bad nutbar.

Ooh, all sorts of things. My sleeping habits, some massive party I was apparently planning. And [more pageflipping] something about dancing? You sounded drunk there and I think it was before I got crushed, so I'll disregard that one.

Nine

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Brilliant. Suddenly I feel a thousand times better knowing you don't really want to shout the face off of me. Of course! That makes it completely worth it. I should've known.

I know, I know. Quite the enjoyable nutbar, actually.

Come on, it was just a bit of fun. You were unconscious, I was sore, Rose was sick and you were the nearest form of amusement we could find. ... And, um, yes, disregard away.

Ten

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

You should. If only because yelling at yourself is pretty much like, well, yelling at yourself. Pointless. Is that a note of sarcasm I detect?

Been getting to know each other again, have you?

I suppose I should be grateful I didn't wake up bald.
Right. Deleting those sentences from my memory then.

Nine

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

So is talking to yourself, yet here we are. Not complaining, though. I could do without the loud reminder. Observant.

Yup. Been talking, went out to the village, things are generally hunky-dorey aside from recent events. Not the same, I'm sure, but it's been a lot easier on her.

Close enough to it already. It'd be rather pointless.
You do that. I'm trying to get rid of that particular memory, myself.

Ten

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

Talking is different, more harmless. Little old ladies talk to themselves and no one makes a mention. Now if they're shouting at themselves, on the other hand, that's when people start to worry. Would you expect any less?

Good to know.

Oi! Watch it, you. I'll have you know I'm proud of this hair.
Exactly how much did you drink?

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

This whole sudden-change-of-season thing is strange. As if this place wasn't strange enough.

Paradisa postcards to go in the Paradisa gift shop. "Wish you were here" ... it'd be more appropriate if it said "Wish I wasn't here."

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Quite so. One minute we're talking about the static weather around here and the next we're seeing an entire spectrum of seasons. Odd, odd.

Get one free with a snow globe or t-shirt, I'd think. Be a bit pointless, though, wouldn't it? Not like it'd ever get to its recipient.

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

Very ood odd.

I wonder why it's happening though. What's, or who's, causing it all. Why now. Especially why now [transcribed groan] ...

The postcards - a highly demented Paradisa version of "it's the thought that counts".

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

I've been thinking on the matter as well. Drawn a few conclusions, although each a bit more ridiculous than the last. But something's up, that much is obvious. No rhyme or reason as to the timing, either. Careful on the painkillers.

All in a nice package of, "we taunt you with the thought of corresponding with the folks back home because it's the only form of entertainment around here".

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

Considering this whole place is ridiculous I'm sure your conclusions probably make sense. Somewhere else though ... probably not.

Definitely a Paradisa creation. Probably their featured product in the shop.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Mm, yes, valid point. At a time, or over the run of a day?

Don't doubt it, really. Those villagers, they only look wide-eyed innocent.

[maskemotion.livejournal.com]

A sinister sort of postcard you mean. You know "Oh, yes, well, welcome to trapped for apparently all eternity - and the planet just happens to be going all haywire, ta-ta!"

Piffle to that.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Well look, it's a Valentine!

It could be worse. Odd weather isn't exactly a bad thing; there could be... I don't know, fire, smoke and a mess of nasty things. Didn't you say there were zombies once?

[maskemotion.livejournal.com]

Yes, marvel in amazement!

Didn't say bad; more suspicious, really. I've been here ages and not a once was there anything even remotely like weather - save that one time, but I think that was someone else making it rain, anyway, a resident, not the planet. Just all of a sudden, hello, weather, seasons, all that normal business happening all encapsuled in one week.

Yes, zombies. Whole load of them.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Well, I figured it was about time the Paradisa Investigations Team-or-what-have-you had another meeting. We should all discuss this one; two of us won't get very far.

Zombies, honestly... you'd think this place could be a little less cliché when it decides to do something odd.

[maskemotion.livejournal.com]

Should we all meet face to face or one of us make a big giant designated entry with glitter and what all to get the attention of the rest of the members?

Well, they weren't english speaking zombies, mind you. They had pitchforks too. But... I think I prefer zombies to living shadows. Yes, have a good chance against zombies, living shadows just off and turn you into very brittle stone and not a word you can say about it.