This post is for non-polychromatic play. Hit me with dropped characters, unplayed characters, current characters that are ooc, or even your personal journal! Anything goes! Just put "4th Wall" in the subject so that I don't get confused. (I know the email notifications give what entry you're replying to, but I can be stupid. Best not to take chances.)

[Hello, City. Nice to see you again. 'Course, Donna doesn't remember you a whit. She stands in the square, scowling.]

This isn't Chiswick. Doctor! I told you --

[She turns to glare at him, but the TARDIS is gone.]

Doctor! DOCTOR!!!



[ooc: And she's back! Backdated to the end of "The Runaway Bride." Action for those who want; video for everyone else.]

[See Donna. See Donna standing in a sea of clothes, scowling.]

I really miss my old wardrobe. I had a year's worth of clothes in that thing! Good lord, have I really been here that long?

[She sighs heavily, and reaches down to grab a blouse and trips --]

ACK!

[-- and vanishes. Goodbye, say the deities.]



[ooc: Happy anniversary, Poly! /bakes a cake that says "Katie + Poly = 2gether 4ever!" Donna's going home for a canon backdate/restart. She'll probably be gone about a week or so. See y'all then! ♥]

I know that you're upset. I understand. I'm upset too. You want to know why?

You ruined my BEST pair of knickers. My best pair. Your little "hissy fit," hiding the bathroom, meant that I couldn't find my tampons.

I don't know what it is with you and the loo, but this has to stop. Now.

( Off-Network thoughts )


For those who knew the Doctor, he's left the City.

HONESTLY, Doctor. You're a packrat. You live in a little blue box with endless amounts of space. And you're CALLED the "Doctor." HOW do you not have aspirin?


[ooc: She THINKS this is all being caused by the Flying Charms curse and getting dizzy. Oh, how wrong she is.]

I learned my lesson. I thought about posting a private entry yesterday, but I held myself back. And good thing too! None of my secrets have spilled out to the Network!


[ooc: 4th Wall Day is a Go!]

Stupid cow. This'll teach her to treat me like a baby. She'll thank me for this later.


Right. ATTENTION, PLEASE. I've got two very important items of business to attend to.

FIRST: Does anybody need a secretary? Almost a year working at the library and not a single man worth dating -- it's time to move on. Qualified employers will be rich, single, and handsome -- in that order.

SECOND, although really, it could be a corollary to the first: Are any rich, single, handsome men in the City in need of a girlfriend? Donna's not exactly the sweetest girl you'll ever meet, but she's got certain qualities that more than make up for it.


And Logan? Don't bother applying. That ship has sailed, bub. And I really don't feel like listening to her bawl about you anymore.


EDIT: IGNORE THIS. ALL OF THIS.

[ooc: That damn bookcase strikes again! This picture is on screen the entire time the voice post is playing. And Donna discovers!]

I'M IN LOVE

[Filtered to Romana]

Girltalk. Now.

[ooc: So somehow or another, Donna went home with Logan last night. Placeholder-ish because in a little under two hours, I'm gone for the night and I really should be working on a paper right now. orz BUT I HAD TO GET THIS UP! Please forgive me for the epic backdating to come.]

[Donna sits on a stool in a steel cage, resting her chin on her hand and glaring at everyone within fifty yards. Her leg dangles uncomfortably, the cast making it impossible to rest anywhere. A sign outside the cage reads: "DONNA NOBLE: HUMAN-TIMELORD METACRISIS. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN ONE BEFORE! THERE WILL NEVER BE ONE AGAIN!"

A kid walks by and stops and stares.]

Oi! What're you looking at?

[She snarls and the kid scampers off.]

Sometimes I hate this stupid place.




[ooc: PLEASE TO BE HECKLING? ♥ EDIT: I need to do dishes and then I'm having a celebration dinner with friends, so I'll tag everyone when I get back later tonight. BACK!]

[Donna puts a baby fence around the bookcase -- yes, that bookcase -- although the task is made infinitely more difficult by the huge cast on her leg.]

Don't you give me any lip, missy. You've been a very bad girl. You're going to stay here in your corner until you've learned your lesson!


[ooc: It's a boat; it's a bug; it's ours!]

[Donna glares at the Network camera, obviously in a great deal of pain. Why? Well, probably because she's trapped under a bookcase.]

If any paramedics happen to be surfing the Network, I'd really appreciate it if you'd pop over and help me to the hospital. I'd take myself, but I'm a little stuck.

And Doctor? This is all your fault.

[She winces and lets out a little cry of pain.]

Oh screw it -- SOMEBODY.

GET.

ME.

OUT.

Maybe I should give that college thing another go. I didn't really take it seriously the first time round. Too busy worrying about blokes and make-up and all that. I skipped any classes and homework I could. But they might be fun, now that I'm clever.

Thoughts?


[ooc: Have at her! ANYTHING GOES!]

Who's up for beer pong?

Maybe this is a stupid question, but...have you tried using the TARDIS to get out of the City? Or is it one of those "rip a hole in the universe" type things?



[ooc: Happy "What if Davros never tried to destroy the universe so Donna never became a human-Time Lord metacrisis so the Doctor never had to wipe her memories" Day! :D She remembers she's been in the City...but she doesn't remember not remembering anything.]




[Filtered to the Deities & the Doctor]

I have a request.

Rhymes have never been my "thing"
If the deities were here, I'd take a swing
At them -- oh God, oh God, how will I
Get through the day without wanting to die?

I need a thesaurus, fast
I'm feeling utterly aghast

I've...got a date.



.................

I've got a date.


............................................


Can anyone recommend a good restaurant?

First: there are a bunch of people -- myself included -- trundled up in the lobby of Building 8. Some have woken up, but a lot are asleep. If you're a doctor, it'd be really nice if you'd get down here.


Second: I REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY DON'T LIKE BEING KIDNAPPED. And I REALLY don't like being drugged and kidnapped. I don't really remember what or how or who, but when I do, I am going to smack the stupid blighter responsible so hard, his great-great-grandchildren will feel it. DO YOU HEAR ME?


Also? I hate orange juice.