paradisa | - 20 - Return (revenge) of the forty-cup tea urn.

Some may have heard my voice over the radio and journal recently, or, well, I don't know, perhaps you didn't or chose to ignore it, it wouldn't be for the first time honestly, and in that case I will actually say well done to you for taking no notice on that occasion, that was very much the best thing you could have ever done. As for what I appeared to say and for what I appeared to do... I could never and I am very sorry.

[Filter: Those that encountered the Mara.]
I have spoken with many of you already but of those where we've just missed each other... Please, I want to check that you are all right and to make my apologies and gratitude in person.

[Filter: Felix.]
How are you doing? I-- If I could have a little of your time, may we talk?

[Filter: Lady Galadriel.]
If you are available, may we speak, please?

Things have been quite... Busy, in the castle so far this year, haven't they? Not that busy is the best word to use. Frenetic, disjointed, lots of smaller things happening, isolated mostly, like squalls, touching or affecting just a few of us at a time or more, for a day, two, and longer. Residents with lost memories or other afflictions, monsters in the upper halls, rooms decorated at a whim, dragons in the dining room. Add them all up, mark them down, there's no pattern to discern so far, just random pockets of activity and where does that lead us?

[Or what follows a squall? The castle makes him feel restless sometimes. He feels restless now and yet it's not so simple a feeling to define.]

[Filter: Tenth Doctor.]
Do you have a moment?

[What do you do when it's that time in the afternoon and your mind is preoccupied? You make tea, of course. Except the Doctor doesn't tend to do things by half, especially when tea making becomes Olympic Tea Making and it is looking like he may very well take the gold.

The forty-cup tea urn is out, a beautiful, blessed machine, stoked with hot water enough for, well, we shouldn't have to say just how many cups at this point, should we? On the counter next to that are a myriad of cups, mugs, saucers, delicate china tea receptacles painted exquisitely, gaudy large and kitsch mugs with all sorts of designs and what-not twisted jokily as the handles. If anyone was guessing, yes, he did empty the cupboards looking for everything and anything that would hold that such oriental and noxious fluid known as tea.

At the other side of the tea urn, this is where the real magic is happening. The Doctor is actually blending tea. He's taken down everything and all he can find, flavours and strengths from far and wide, a little bit this of, a small pinch of that, just a dash of that one there, tea perfectly tailored for an individual.

And then there's that moment when he takes stock of what he has accomplished and the kitchen counter doesn't look that far away from pleasing John Adams for how much of a mess he has made.]

Er... Would anyone like any tea?

[After all the writing of filters, after all the tea making, there's still room for one more. What does he have to lose? Or what is he trying to prove? Nothing.]

[Filter: Crowley.]
Hello. ... I think I invited you for tea, once, and never actually made good on that. Well, there's some here, if you'd like.

[[ooc: Wide open for journal or action and those that just want to say Hi or have tea. :) ]]

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Dude, that's all you. I am so done with that hero gig. What did it ever get us anyway?

[And he thought he held the trademark on multiple personalities. He is of course thinking about the other versions of himself and not the incidences where an evil being takes his body and tries to take over the world or a castle.]

Possibly a personality disorder acerbated by the castle? Which I suppose gives me an answer right there. How long have you been like this? [He says as he starts to look closely at each Danny.]

Woke up like this morning. And let me tell you, I am never going back. Let him deal with all that hero nonsense.

[What was it he was saying earlier about the castle and its recent penchant for throwing losses and squalls all over the place?]

Hmm, never say never, eh? Well, there's a lot to be said for having an extra pair of hands, but you can't surely mean that now? He is a part of you that you hold dear and very important.

He's the part of me that all self sacrificing and heroic and stupid.

And you are the part that cares about nothing! I let you be Danny last time and you did a terrible job!

I wonder if I should suggest a time share for how long this will last but I fear I'd be asking for trouble. I must say, you bicker with yourself just as much as I do.

... Wait, hold on a moment. This has happened before?

Indeed! It happened once in our own world, thanks to an invention of our peculiar parents!

Oh dear, your parents again. How did you - or your parents - manage to fix this?

Simple, dude. Side one split, side two merge. We just went through the dreamcatcher in the other direction.

Of course you did, how silly of me not to know. Dreamcatcher? I'll take a punt on that being something specific to actually catch dreams with and not a bedroom decoration. [In other words, more information please Danny.]

One of Mom and Dad's inventions. I think they made it to break overshadowings. But what it actually does is split me in half.

And like the rest I've heard of these inventions so far, nothing against your parents of course, but it doesn't quite work in the way intended, hmm? The halves are not equal.

[He shakes his head, thinking Danny is very lucky it's not a literal split in half.

Oh, it works just fine. Just wasn't ever supposed to be used on a half-ghost. [He snorts.] Same reason a lot of their other gadgets go off on me. Half-ghosts are supposed to be impossible, after all.

Have you ever thought about keeping clear of these inventions and gadgets?

Oh sure I've thought of it. But its my house that's filled with the stuff. Kind f tough to avoid when I have to live there.

I thought they came with rather large markings that make them distinctive if your tent is anything to go by.

What are we going to do with the two of you?

Well, yeah. But literally my entire house has been built to destroy ghosts. There are even ectoplasm targeting guns inside the walls. There's an interdimensional portal to the ghost zone in the basement. And that's not even mentioning the weapons vault. Or what the rooftop ops center turns into.

Right. I'm beginning to build a picture of your parents and family life Danny. Perhaps on reflection you're safer in the castle.

Dude, home is fine. Mom and Dad don't mean to hurt us.

Edited 2014-03-09 21:50 (UTC)

Indeed! Our prodigiously peculiar parents may be perilous,but they mean well!

Edited 2014-03-09 21:54 (UTC)

[Well, that's certainly a change of tune from what he has heard from Danny before.] I think I'll remember this remarkable ramble for the next time we reminisce about them and remind you of it.

[Pause.] Good grief, now I'm alliterating.

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