RP: Log: Open Universe Voicemail Pseudo-Meme

[watch_is_me]

Right. You, whoever you might be, have reached the voicemail inbox...thing of the Doctor. Not a doctor—if you were looking for one of those, go call another number, my practice is full up and you're not getting in, even with a recommendation, thanks. If you're looking for the Doctor, you might have found him, but, blimey, there are a lot of us thes running about, so who's to know I'm your the?

Mm. Oh, yes, I'm the one who never met Rose.

[Off, as though speaking turned away from the phone] Oi, I am not a bitter old man, you take that back.

[Speaking into the phone again] Leave a tone after the beep. No, a message after the tone. Or the beep. A message after the tone-slash-beep-slash-your-onomatopoeiac-phrase-of-choice. Get on with it, I don't have to tell you how to do everything, do I?

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[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[remembers what she called for now and dials again]

Hi, it's me again, sorry. [cringe]

This jar, in the kitchen, with tiny square paper bags inside? That's 'tea' right?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

[Calls back.]

Astrid, hello!

Mm. It's either tea or it's the Tiflin diamonade. Or it could be Mirrock's Compendium of Very Small Letters, but why would he keep that in the kitchen?

What's the packet say?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

There is no packet. It's in a jar, I think it must be an ancient earth artifact. It's shaped like a tower with a clock at the top, and it says 'London Replicas' on the base?

[watch-is-me.livejournal.com]

[Debates the likelihood of his other keeping dangerous herbs in a Big Ben jar in the kitchen. Decides this is far likelier than it would be for most people, but still not *that* likely.]

If it looks like crumbled-up leaf in the bags, and not powder of cubic zirconia, I'd lay odds that it's tea, yes.

Oh, hold on, does he have the kind that comes in little balls, opens up as it steeps? I thought I had some performance tea off of the Emperor of the Shattered Sundial, look around.