the Doctor | 003 | Day 48 | Video

[nevermindtherunning]

[He's far too chipper when the video flashes on. His jacket is missing as he had yet to ever patch it up, thanks to the spiders. Why? Because here he sits in the middle of a complete rubbish pile of broken toasters, microwaves, and oven parts, sleeves rolled up and his tie missing as he proudly holds up a small metal... box thing.]

Lookatit! Just take a look! Brilliant, eh!? Not bad with such primitive tools I had to work with, which were better when I was trapped on Earth with UNIT in the 70s. Now that was a headache and a challenge, although I still had my TAR-- [He realizes Donna may catch this feed and cuts himself off.]. Handicapped, of course, but at least I had access to my tools and lab to use when things got tricky, although the Brigadier didn't approve...

[He pauses to lick his lips, realizing he's rambling.] Anyway, after 3 days, I've designed these bad boys. Not some of my best work, but given what I have to work with, not so bad. They'll be gather data for me. On what, you ask? The wind!

Now the wind doesn't really matter, or so you think, ohhh but it matters greatly! After enough data, I should be able to generally globally determine where we are - if we're even on Earth - and well, we'll see where the data takes me!

That being said, try not to be alarmed when I'm on your rooftop setting these up. I've only made 4, but tomorrow night they go online.

[Private to Mina and Castiel]
[The Doctor's face falls, his cheerful demeanor replaced with serious.] I spoke with Donna, and I think we can do this. I think with your help, we can further suppress the dormant Time Lord knowledge in her and... maybe bring other memories around? Is that possible?

Her memories are already leaking out in her dreams...

Rassilon, I hope I don't kill her with this. [He scrubs at his face, mostly muttering to himself at this point.] I'm being selfish.

001. ( video ) ♠ Jeff Winger

[disbar]

[ The feed comes to life revealing a startling amount of forehead topped with a carefully styled bedhead. Entranced yet? Wait till you see the face that comes with it. ]

Oh, now it's working. [ The video stops shaking and quaking to focus on the face, which appears very disgruntled as it peers at the device. ] So, who am I blaming first for this situation that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever? I'll go ahead and say Abed, because Troy? Yeah, Troy gets it. [ What 'it' is, we may never know. ]

So I'm going to count to three, and one of you better jump out with the key to end this whole shtick. [ He makes another face, this one more out of distaste. ] But while we're focusing on certain things, you could have at least chosen something out of your cereal box that was a little less tacky to put around my wrist.

[ He's not actually counting to three, because one: he's not their father, and two: erm, lame. ]

001 ➳ Video ➳ Clint Barton

[greatatboats]

[ They got crap like this in SHIELD, but that doesn't mean Clint paid much mind to it. Unless it was his tech then he had no reason to really be interested in understanding it. The eggheads were all supposed to handle that crap. Clint was strictly a grunt when it came down to it. Learning to use this communicator that's strapped to his wrist is like the Quinjet training. Frustrating and just plain stupid.

He's managed to get distracted while waiting on the feed to come to life. That's why he doesn't really notice when it flicks on. He's busying checking his teeth over. He gives a startled expression when he realizes the thing has somehow come to life. ] Stark, I swear on all that is good and holy--if this is your doing then I'm going to sick Natasha on you when you least expect her. [ Because he's more than aware that Natasha Romanoff is far more scarier to Tony Stark than Clint Barton will ever be.

Fuck. This practical joke is not nearly as funny as the ones that Clint cooks up back at SHIELD HQ. Clint wasn't normally a tattle tell, but Fury was gonna hear about this. Clint was in the middle of important business when things went fuzzy. Now he was in the middle of fucking nowhere and his arrows weren't labeled. Great. Someone will pay with push ups and ass kissing.

By now he's no longer paying attention to the communicator. He's desperately searching around him to find something even remotely familiar. His eyes fix on a point in the distance. His arm shifts up and the communicator catches a clear glimpse of his bow strapped to his body and the quiver on his back. ] This is stupid.