[Crane's voice might ring familiar. Same polite tone, same unassuming beat - a little lower, of course. Words flow longer, and sometimes he pauses for air, but its essential character is the same.]
Though I realize you are a busy man this time of year, Mr. Day, please return this call. The matter might interest you.
[If Will doesn't know where he lives, well, this package shows up at Julian's work before the whole Russian invasion thing goes down. If he does know where he lives, you know what, just. Follow your dreams on this, Zoe, really, it ain't no thing.
The package is wrapped in gift paper that, of course, resembles the calendar. Fret not, Julian, this isn't wrapped in legitimate calendars, just paper that looks it. Will isn't so rude.
Inside are multiple calendars, however! With various fishing themes (like this and this), including some that are just beautiful photography of marine life in general (sea turtles, coral reefs with exotic fish, whales, manatees, sharks, dolphins, the works), and a few that are simple landscape types, though the landscapes are all lakes, rivers, streams, and one calendar in particular is stunning pictures of underwater areas minus the focus on animal life.
All told, there are twelve calendars waiting his approval or disapproval. Underneath them is no card, but a short letter casually written on a piece of small loose leaf notebook paper.
This is the sort of selection we got in at the shop. Even though it's already a month and a half into the new year, I thought you might find these worth interest. Thank you for gift. The house thoroughly enjoyed it, and we hope you enjoy these in return.
There is no signature outside of an ink print of a raccoon paw. ♥]
[ he won't get a present before the end of the day, of course Julian's going to get a present before the end of the day! Watch him, he's got this, he can totally do this except he doesn't have the TARDIS here, does he, he can't really hop somewhere and buy a present now, damn, that's a problem. And he can't get to Mexico in twelve hours, that much is apparent. But Julian needs something...
So the Doctor sends him a very lovely ecard as well as a text message. ]
I can't get you a physical present for your birthday but I can at least give you information. I don't know how old you are now or how long you'll live but remember this year: 2018. In one possible timeline, that's the year that Ramon Salamander, would-be conqueror of the world is deposed. I'd keep money out of anything he's dealing with, if I were you. Happy birthday, here's a bit about the future. Of course, if I'm breaking a calendar law by telling you this, here's penance.
[ and then there's a picture of something complex, a large circle with various lines and squiggles jutting out of it into a smaller circle, something like this. ]
[ So attached to this post is a drawing of thirteen different men. Each of the drawings are...kind of crude, but recognizable. Turns out this Doctor can play guitar, but can't draw all that well. ]
Original Doctor: usually old, usually grumpy, forgetful. Recorder: short, silly haircut, plays the recorder, "oh my giddy aunt" Dandy: FRILLS, puffy gray hair, stuck on Earth for a while, scarecrow, bit stuck up. Bigeyes Longscarf: what it says in the name, worryingly likes jelly babies. Beige: cricketer, blonde, kind of generically nice? Dreamcoat: absolutely grumpy, speaks like he swallowed a thesaurus, terribly sorry if you have to deal with him. Scottish But Tiny: usually carries an umbrella, Scottish, small, rrrrrolls his r's. Amnesiac: very pretty, more gentle than others, he's the one who you ran into before. Granddad: more than anything, he's a bit sad. If there's a Doctor who doesn't want to be called the Doctor, it's him. Up North: leather jacket, Northern accent, fantastic. I think I might like this one the most. Sandshoes: too excitable, tendency to lick things, hair like you stuck a fork in a socket. Bowtie No Eyebrows: he thinks bowties are cool, terrible taste in food, acts ridiculously immature.
Helloooooo! I was just scrolling through this phone and you're in here and it says your name's Calendar Man! That's such a fun name, I like calendars, calendars are cool. If I wasn't the Doctor, I'd probably be some sort of Calendar Man. Anywho, like I just said, this is the Doctor and I've got a few questions about this place and if I'm going to ask someone those questions, I'm going to ask someone named Calendar Man obviously. Cheers! Call me back!
[ A gift basket arrives addressed to him early that morning. Attached to the basket is an envelope sealed with a wax mockingbird sigil. The letter inside is penned in fancy cursive, probably with a damn feather quill, too. ]
Julian Day,
I suppose I do not need to remind you of the election date, but I do hope to have your support when the day comes. And should I win this position, I would like to cordially invite you to a celebratory party on the 28th of June at 7pm, onward.
Please accept this gift in the meantime as gratitude for your explanations of this world's months and calendar. Should I have further questions, you shall be the first person I contact.
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