*shakes self* They've never given classes at the Academy on how to survive being kidnapped, nor how to handle Terran women in less clothing than a ball of string and a loin cloth. *sigh* They really should. I'm a little...out of my depth? I believe that is the proper saying.
The Doctor...or Six...I believe he is called gave me a talking to last evening about what has gone on with Tegan, Peri and well...everyone here on this primitive method of communication. I sympathize with the poor girl. For all her loud commenting, she does appear to be genuinely caring. And I do admit that I have had aspirations to travel the Universe. But to meet so many of one Time Lord's incarnations...and Rassilon and OMEGA, for Rassilon's sake. It breaks every rule.
Which means I think I'm going to like this place. Although officially, I'll have to say I'm shocked and cannot abide by what is happening here.
Peri has been showing me around the 1980's. Turlough mentioned something called Woodstock and got cold cocked by Tegan. We are coming back after this. At least, as Peri puts it, my appropriated TARDIS can land on a dime, so we will be back to wherever it is that you all are.
The leather scares me, but Tegan snogs so well, that I'm overlooking her current dress. We shall have to get her some new clothes...silks I'm thinking...it'll compliment her soft skin nicely.
She says she's all mine. I like the sound of that. But I do believe that I will still have to call for help. She says we have to take a picture for this LJ place as well.
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