[The video is a little shaky at first as Sarah Jane tried to get a handle of how to use the technology. It wasn't anything she had used before, nor was this place anywhere she recognized. She's shivering, wearing a horrid sweater and looks a mix between confused and miserable.]

I d-don't know where I am, but it's freezing here! My teeth are c-chattering! I don't rec-cognize this place at all! It isn't Aberdeen or Croydon!

[Really? Was it hard enough leaving the Doctor, being left in a city so far from home, and now waking up somewhere else entirely?]

Is there anyone o-out there who could tell me where I am? I just... I just want to go home now, I think. I don't even see my things and there's only this tacky jumper.

[There's an exasperated sigh as the feed cuts off.]

[The TARDIS is sitting at a piano in her house with a light-up sweater but she doesn't seem too put off about having to wear it. She runs a hand over the piano but doesn't actually play it.]

Allow me to explain something, Asgard. Currently this city has eight out of thirteen Time Lords called the Doctor. [Suck it up dears. War Doctor is still a Doctor to her.] They aren't actually doctors, though they have been around long enough to know a thing or two about the medical profession. They aren't humans and their biology allows them to take on different appearances at a certain point in each life. The one with the bowtie and hilarious chin is the eldest of the bunch currently while the one with the bowtie and recorder - _{I'm certain we'll all see it eventually} - is the youngest. While they all answer to their numbers, well some of them have got nicknames as well. All of them do travel through time and space with me, their ship, and it's rare for a Time Lord to do this. He is a rather odd one. All of him.

Now, if we're done with that madness... [PAUSE.]

I would like to build a snowman. It seemed to be a fun activity a good portion of the Earth does when it snows. Who wants to join me when the weather settles down? Eventually people do need a break from fixing up the city and this would be a lovely chance to experience my first snow in a human body. Everyone is welcome to join me tomorrow in the park after three o'clock in the afternoon.

( [Private to the Who Cast/Houses - Minus one (1) Master] )

[A pale, worried face shows up on the screen. The young woman dressed in plain, grey clothes is sitting in her new room in the house of Hel and there’s nothing about it, she’s looking miserable. Close to tears, actually.]

Excuse me? Miss… ah, Miss Hel, madam? Or whoever else is listening? I’m very sorry to bother you and I don’t mean any disrespect, but someone has made a terrible mistake.

[She lowers her eyes and fiddles with the bracelet for a while.] I was told that I’m supposed to help save this world and fight a war, but I know nothing about saving anyone. I’m not even much of a witch and now I’m not a witch at all anymore. I reckon you’ve mistaken me for someone else.

Please, I would like to go back now if you don’t mind. Not that it isn’t flattering, it is! I feel very honoured. But… [She heaves a defeated sigh as she tucks a strand of lank hair behind her ear.] I can’t help you.

[ The Doctor’s sunk into a couch - in the living room of Thor 103 - half draped on the armrest rather than the back. The bracelet is lying on the table in front of it so the screen shows more than just the shoulders up because that’s boring.

He offers a wide smile and spreads his arms. ]

Good afternoon, Asgard! Today I bring you a sort of… inquiry. Or closer to a survey, I suppose. You see, I’ve been reliably informed that I… Hm.

Maybe I should have written a script.

I touch people a lot.

[ A pause, as he briefly turns his head towards the other side of the couch with a questioning look. ]

Yeah, that was weird wording. What I mean is! I like hugs, and… such. And I’ve been informed-- Well, I’ve been informed but also noticed that not everyone likes that.

[Clara leans over so she’s in sight, and manages a long stare for the Doctor. And then a sigh. This is entirely ridiculous.]

At least you’re able to admit it. Finally.

[ While she stares, he looks right back at her because. What? At least this way it’s pretty much impossible to make mistake. It’s a flawless plan. ]

Well I’ve never had any problems before.

[ Sniff. ]

Anyway. People don’t always like being touched, apparently, at least not from just anyone, or anyone but… close friends… So!

[ He straightens abruptly, almost hops in his seat, and rests his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped in front of him. ]

To avoid anyone feeling uncomfortable or any… misunderstandings, I’ve created a sort of. Pamphlet. So you can tell me what you don’t want me to do. I’m going to send it over in text form, but I’ve also got paper ones. You could stop by and fill one out. Unless you for some reason think that’s odd, I suppose.

[Clara snorts, rolling her eyes.]

Course it’s odd to ask people to really, actually pop by in person to fill out your questions about whether or not you can touch them. How is that even a thing you can suppose? It’s beyond supposing at this point, Doctor.

[There’s a laugh after that, and she’s clearly teasing. Mostly.]

[ He gives her an indignant frown. ]

Yes, well, you humans have weird hang-ups!

[ Clearing his throat, he turns back to the screen and raises his chin. ]

Companions, family, my old girl, and myself need not apply.

[Wait a second, Doctor. That’s just rude. Her jaw drops, eyes widen, and she tries not to look offended. And fails.]

Don’t listen to him. Anyone is welcome to respond. Particularly companions and family.

[ He frowns at her as he reaches for the bracelet. ]

What? No. You lot’s already used to it.

( Text bit in here since I might as well cut the post a bit shorter )

((OOC: Replies can probably be expected from both of them. I'm not sorry Eleven's so ridiculous.))

Well, it seems I've missed a few things! [ Charley is in her room in Hel's welcome hall, brushing her hair back and out of her face, smiling dryly at the camera. ] I hope nothing too horrid has happened to any of you while I've been gone.

If the Doctor - all of you, please - could get in touch with me, I would be most appreciative. [ She reaches up, like she's going to fiddle with a pendant that she's not actually wearing, then drops her hand to her lap. ] Please.

[Ril's inquisitive face appears, bobbing a little as she adjusts the bracelet to prop and balance as she sits.  She's got the hang of finding things and mostly navigating, but she doesn't much look like she's slept any at all.]

I was walking, I was, since walking is better than being still and I was minding my own when straight in front of me.  A tree in my face, it was.  I suppose I ought to look where I'm headed a bit more careful-like, but it wasn't as if I'd said.  "Hello, I'd like myself a tree to come walloping in from nowhere, please!"

[She clears her throat and rubs at her nose a little.  Running into trees is worse than running into folk by ages.]

What do you call these fruits, then?  [She's carefully patting the orange colored apple that she's taken from the Chance tree.]  Lovely shade of orange.  I do assume they're edible and not just pickable.  But, do they taste good?  Because I'll be tasting it all day, I will, and you don't just go around eating alien fruit when it might--

Well.  I do suppose I haven't seen any bodies.  Still, new here, I thought I'd check.