[ video - backdated to Day 76 ]

[noblexcompanion]

[ Donna looks and sounds exhausted. ] Is everyone safe and sound and in one piece? So much for the epic plan to get us all home... Speaking of which, has anyone seen the Doctor? He disappeared. Like, literally, vanished...

Maybe it worked? Maybe he got outta here. I reckon it's more likely our not so pleasant hosts snatched his skinny butt though...

Does anyone need plasters or bandages or tea?

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[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina's reply comes late into the night. Which is, you know, midday for her. Still, she sounds tired and unhappy.]

Don't imagine we'll see him again.

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[hung_garian]

Guess TPTB aren't too keen on escape attempts. Shocker, huh? Who'd have thunk it.

[How much sarcasm can reasonably be injected into that sentence...? However much it is, he more or less doubles it.]

Do you have any hot chocolate? Tea's boring and I'm pretty sure you have to be at leaaaast this British to actually enjoy drinking it.

[He gestures at a point way over his head.]

[burnburnburn]

[Dilandau's taken enough of a beating from Castiel that he really could use those bandages, but that's not what's caught his attention. Cover your ears, Donna, because he is furious]

He escaped without us?!

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[blackmagus]

The last time I saw him was on the night of the escape attempt. He was erratic, but I don't think he got out. Unless Time Lords teleport.

[Her voice is tight, though with physical discomfort rather than stress over the Doctor's disappearance. She's not fully back to her soul yet.]

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[tryingitall]

Donna? I haven't heard any casualty reports, but I had to rescue someone from smoke inhalation, and I can't see a bloody thing. [Yes, he's upset about this and will have a bone to pick with the Doctor if he ever sees him again.

But since it's Donna, he'll try not to take it out on her.] I hope you're intact, anyway.

Ominous that he's vanished. Very ominous.

[Audio]

[greatatboats]

So you guys are the ones blowin' shit up huh? [ Clint's been stuck in his bed once more. Ned coaxed him back inside and he's been in the attic for a while now. He's gotten to the point that he doesn't even want to fix Ned just for the sake of being stubborn. He's tired and sore. Actually sore doesn't even cover the pain he's in. There has to be a more detailed and horrible word to describe just how horrible he feels. ] I know about the bait and grab stuff though. They did it to me not long ago. Fucked me up good. [ He's starting to get a little self conscious about his face post kidnapping or he'd have turned on the video. He's still pretty mangled. ]

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[freewheeling]

[ He recognises her as the gorgeously flame-haired housemate he's yet to actually speak with. ]

Do people often go disappearing without a trace?

[bluesrat]

At least... he got out? Do you know if everyone else is okay? [The narrow face on the screen looks a little tired, and he has to break off to cough, but he looks pretty intact. No need for bandages over here.]

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[bornofdeath]

He's gone. Good riddance. That's what he gets for being an immature brat, flailing and whining at any attempt of reason.