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[encryptedlock]

[Backdated to late in the day yesterday.

York had been surprised, to say the least, when a bird had shown up in his room with the TARDIS's signature VWORP VWORP noise, but he'd quickly remembered the parrot that the Eleventh Doctor had kept - brought back from the pirate land, he thought. So he'd filtered to the Doctor asking if that was intentional, and if not that he could return the bird to him no problem.

He hadn't answered for a while, but this was the Doctor; he could get easily distracted.

After a day, though, York had been worried. Tardy the bird was a little larger than the conure Delta had turned into a number of times, but he found that the same sort of training and gestures applied. So he wandered down to the Doctor's room with the bird on his shoulder, occasionally making squaks or informing York "I'mtheDoctorbytheway".

His panic triples when he sees the nameplate empty. But that could just mean he moved, so York does an entire patrol of the castle, and then one more when he's done to make sure that's right. And yeah. Yeah, it is.

When he dictates to the journal, he sounds both upset and tired.]

The Doctor's gone back to his own world. I--I know he'll like it better that way. Freedom was always the one thing he wanted here and couldn't have.

[But York would certainly miss him, and he knew there would be a lot of other people who would as well. In his three and a half years here, they'd never been without a Doctor.]

1st crash

[scienderp]

[Oh dear there's something on the grounds. Something huge, something white, and something very, very icy.

Who knows what time it got there (4 AM), but it's been thawing ever since, and looking very, very confused in the mean time.

He hasn't even tried to get up yet, which might be a good thing because he'd just make a terrible mess of all the nice hedges here, which he has been trying to avoid stepping on since he first just... appeared in the garden. Ice hangs from the giant wings, and runs in rivulets down his shoulders and back, creating a small pool of ice water beneath him.

Frankly, it doesn't look like he really knows what to do with himself, keeping his hands tucked away in his lap, feet drawn up close, and wings occasionally creaking and snapping with the sounds of melting and shattering ice. Other than that, he's been exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional rumble of a massive engine breaking the silence.

It won't be hard to miss him either, he's only about forty feet tall. Try not to get under the wings.]

eleventh snare

[fanstheflame]

[House Filter - Town]

[when Gale wakes up on the kitchen floor, at first he's a little bemused. then he vaguely remembers coming downstairs for a snack in the middle of the night. there's a little dish on the floor, and -

wait. it's little. cue hoarse, ecstatically nervous laughter]

Okay, I'm not hunting any squirrels for at least a month.

[and with that, he's off to go wake up Ino - if she's still asleep. if not, well, he's just going to FIND her because well. this is amazing news. anyone else in the house is welcome to run into him and remark on his lack of squirrellyness...]

[/Filter]

[some time later, he cracks open his journal and takes a satisfied sip of coffee] I feel like I should be blowing the dust off this thing ... I didn't really miss anything, I just ... wasn't myself. How is everyone?

S1E5 [dictated]

[asseenontv]

[Shatterstar sounds both curious and thoughtful when he speaks]

Are there any other mutants here? I know Jono Starsmore has left.

001. Intro; Written & Dictation [Also possible action]

[makethemguilty]

[In very distinctive copperplate handwriting no less prestigious than the man himself who wrote it across the pages in elaboration, there would be the following notes inscribed:]

Evidence is key.

Investigation…to determine the point of compromise of the victim's identity - that is, where the offender may have obtained the victim's identification information. This will lead to possible suspects, and additional victims.

Determine a motive: This will assist in further reasoning on obtaining a verdict in court.

This must be criminal conspiracy.

Principal actors present at the scene of the crime and who participated in its commission will be found guilty.

[Dictation]

False imprisonment will afford you very little, I assure you. To whomever this may concern, you are committing a felony. Kidnapping is a very serious offense. You, and your accomplices, whomever they may be, stand accused of complicit agreement to commit criminal conspiracy.

[He moved from his chair where the open journal lay to the prospective room out into the hallway and down the stairs, his deep stentorian voice carrying down to the castle floors below. If there were any residents about, or if was anyone listening, they had best form a response, lest they find themselves facing the wrath of a von Karma!]

I demand to know where I am. Whoever has done this…You will pay dearly for your crimes. I am Prosecutor Manfred von Karma. Whoever you are, I will show you no mercy. I hope that is understood.

[ooc: Fits in with this log here. ]