Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588272-20150513015201/@comment-25876934-20150518221902

((-sidles up- heyyy...))

The TARDIS shivers slightly before taking off, hurtling through the Time Vortex. The Wanderer shifts forward in her seat. "So... did Rassilon leave any instructions for me?" The navigator glances back. "I believe not, though- ah, yes. He left this spatio-temporal communicator. I believe it's attuned to your telepathic signature specifically." He hands her the communicator, which appears like a paper thin, skin tone hearing aid. The Wanderer slips it on, the comm immediately molding itself to her ear. She nods in approval.