Say its me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
--Tom Lehrer, Masochism Tango
It's been a while since I've actually sat down and had a good long think. Even longer since Canary Warf. The TARDIS tells me it's been just over two months vortex-time since…well, since. My slightly more masochistic side came out today and here I am. Thinking about you and me and everything. Decided to write you a postcard, I'm going to see if I can get it to slip through the seam on the universes. If it doesn't, well…no harm done.
50% of this postcard has been preamble. Let me tell you what this postcard is. I'm on Storocora, a planet inhabited by beings who look a lot like humans except they have power conduit controls in the back to help them "recharge" rather than eat. Nearly stabbed in the back of the neck several times by gentlemen just trying to give me a recharge because I look too thin.
Oh, and they occasionally burst into song and dance. Today I walked past a line of men and women just dancing the tango. Just dancing! Music from the city seems to well up here and they atune themselves to it, breaking into chorus.
I know you'd like it here.
Anyway. So! I hope all is well with you and Jackie and Mickey and all of everybody. Give them my love when you see them and all that.
I miss you.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 230