Doctor's Log: Introductions Location: TARDIS Console Room, the Time Vortex I, the Doctor, take pen in hand to record my intentions for this Diary, designated Unit STV-Z2749B-OST-1138-A. I will to send it back along my timestream to when I was a child on Gallifrey, to create a personal chronicle of my life and times. For this purpose, in addition to factory-standard settings, I hereby permit its AI to register the surface thoughts of my previous selves as required for clarity's sake. One final test remains before it embarks on this mission. The necessary functions are now activating... I gently set the pen next to the book, and move to the controls of the TARDIS. Sighing, I prepare the necessary temporal maneuvers to send my ship through the Vortex along my timeline. Hopefully, the Diary is functioning properly and continuing to record this. I can't afford the time it would take to repair it again. It may already be too late. But enough of dark musings, the TARDIS has arrived. At least, I hope it has. The TARDIS has developed a disturbing habit of refusing to take me where I want to go. Well, I say developed. It's always been this way. Some days are better than others, but sometimes it takes practically a lifetime to reach Metebelis III, or even Blackpool. The doors swing open, and I step outside. Immediately, I step back and slam the doors. "Raxacoricofallapatorius! The Slitheen Embassy! They're on a hunt!" The TARDIS dematerializes, and then, with a bump, lands again. This time, I decide to use the scanners to check outside. "Blackpool! You must be joking!" The TARDIS sets off again. Gasping, it materializes, and the scanner clears again. I know this place... Rocks, caves, bats....Caves! The caves of Androzani! I can't interfere with what happened here, I can't even be seen here, I-he could stumble along at any moment. Off again! "Karn?" "Metebelis III?" "Telos!?" "SKARO!?" "Gallifrey. Finally." Stepping back around the console, I see that the Diary has been recording these events exactly as it should. That's strange, I just thought that....and that...and...maybe it's better if I just ignore the pages... I close the book carefully. Ready to go? I think. A rotor springs from the ornate paneling on the cover, and the Diary floats over to the door. I'll take that as a yes. I pull the switch, the doors open, and the Diary heads off to find my past self. And not a moment too soon. Author notes: It feels weird to be posting an unfinished story. Well, it feels weird to be posting a story, period. Constructive commentary appreciated (I have to say that explicitly, I believe) This diary is linked with an ongoing (unposted) series of FF I've been working on with ever-fabulous Admiral Volshe. Maybe someday they'll get into postable shape. There'll be spoilers for some of the classic stories, and references to material outside the TV series (like the Big Finish adventures). However, the story should be understandable without knowledge of BF's output, the novels, or any FF stories. The specific incarnation of the Doctor present in this entry, as well as the reason for his urgency, is kept intentionally vague. In activating the Diary, the Doctor must be more formal than he normally would be, and write the text out in pen. Unfortunately, none of the available fonts look like handwriting. The Doctor visits Raxacoricofallapatorius, and then locations important to each of his first six incarnations, in descending order. Raxacoricofallapatorius doesn't quite fit the pattern, then, but when I get to type out Raxacoricofallapatorius, I will take that opportunity. It's not exactly every day one gets to say Raxacoricofallapatorius. And now, to Gallifrey! Geronimo.