Thanks to Tektek’s avatar maker I was able to make a bunch of Doctor Who chibis! We have Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Lucy Saxon, Romana II, and the Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Doctors! Lucy’s even wearing the exact coat she wears, and the Tenth Doctor has 3D specs!
Rose Tyler series 1 Rose Tyler series 2 Martha Jones series 3
Lucy Saxon series 3 Romana II (classic series)
Eight Nine Ten
From chapter two of my Doctor Who fanfiction “The Former Companions Club“. Because I haven’t got around to finishing the other thing yet.
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THE FORMER COMPANIONS’ CLUB:
PHONE CALL
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The Doctor slowly backed away from the hostile men aiming weapons at him,
“Now, look, this really isn’t necessary,” he began. “In fact, it’s not even a good idea really, considering the tendency of fluorine to combust in the presence of – anyway, trust me, letting those off in here would not be a good idea. I suggest – ”
Doo-doo-doo-da-dat-doo-eee…
The Doctor frowned as irritating music burst from somewhere about his person.
“Sorry, won’t be a moment,” he said, patting his pockets and momentarily reflecting on the disadvantages of dimensionally-transcendent pockets when you wanted something, until he finally fished out a mobile phone, beep.
“Hello?”
There was the sound of raucous female laughter on the other end
“I said I’d call you!” Martha laughed. She didn’t sound precisely sober.
“Ah, yes,” the Doctor scratched the back of his head and eyed the blasters, “listen, now’s not the time –”
“No, no, my new friends want to talk to you, here –”
“YOU BASTARD!” the Doctor winced and held the phone away from his ear, “it’s all your fault All I wanted was to be an air hostess, and air hostess, find a decent bloke and settle down, but noooooo, aliens, always aliens, everywhere I go –”
“Tegan?”
“ – I’m cursed, you wanker, cursed –”
He could hear Martha laughing in the background.
“Tegan, you can’t say that – hahaha – no – oh my god, you make an angry drunk, hehheh…”
Tegan continued on.
“I hope someone – hey!”
“It’s my turn,” declared yet another familiar voice in the background, triumphantly, then spoke into the phone. “Hello Doctor. I don’t think you thought you’d hear from me again.”
“Sarah Jane?” The Doctor was getting bewildered. Also apprehensive. Once he’d been innocent enough to think companions meeting was a good idea, now he knew better. No good could come of this…
A squabble over the phone had apparently erupted at the other end.
“Stop snatching, Tegan –”
“Give it back, I hadn’t finished yet –”
“It’s my phone –”
“ – bloody bastard –”
“ – for heaven’s sake, can’t you –”
“ – my turn, you! –”
“I said, it’s my bloody phone!” Click.
-
The Doctor stuck the phone back in his pocket, shaking his head. From now on he was only going to read the messages. In relief he turned back to the men with laser blasters. He could deal with these.
“Now,” he said, “and I hate to be the one to point this out, but you’re at a particular disadvantage here, because you’re all holding blasters emitting beams of visible light concentrated into laser form by filtering them through an array of artificially-produced crystals, all of which are in fact produced at one particular frequency and are therefore vulnerable to disruption by sonic waves at that frequency. And this, in my pocket, just happens to be a sonic screwdriver –”
oo o0o oo
The next morning Martha lay on the floor and wondered why they’d all decided to have that extra shot of Sambucca. She felt ill. Trying to move as little as possible and squinting at the light, Martha cast her eyes around the room. Sarah Jane was draped unconscious over the sofa, while Tegan –
The sound of someone throwing up came to Martha’s ears. A few minutes later Tegan staggered in, grey-faced, tripped over a footstool and went sprawling over Sarah Jane.
“Uarrughh!”
“Oh, my head –”
“God, what did I drink?”
Martha wasn’t really listening to them moan. She’d had several minites to think already. And, unfortunately, remember.
“Erm,” she said hesitantly, “did we really, um, ring the Doctor last night while we were pissed?”
Long silence.
“I’m depressingly certain that we did.”
“Bugger.”
END
Well, I did plan to put something up for Christmas… but it kind of got away from me. So we’ll see.
Christmas was fun, but I think the excitement and the lack of sleep got to me. I worked this out after I ran down the hallway cackling “I’m a Time Lord! I’m a Time Lord!” after showing Lil Sis my new fob watch (read the ‘fob watch’ entry on wikito understand the reference), so that she followed me in order to tell me that, in actual fact, I am not a Time Lord, which I vehemently denied, which resulted in a brief struggle and me flashing my toy sonic screwdriver at her crying, “sonic the unbeliever!” until she got me in a lock and flashed it in my eyes and told me not to do that any more. See, that is what happens when we do not get enough sleep. And when your little sister is bigger than you are.
I bought an electric keyboard today. I have always wanted to learn to play an instrument, and since I have a job now, I thought, ‘why not?’ So it is bought and will arrive in the next few days.
Hopefully I will get my belated Christmas project up. Bye now.
For those who are wondering, yes, the Veronicas new album is as good as their first. In fact, I like it even better. At least, once I got over the horrific way they strain their voices on some of the tracks - they need to get voice training fast or their voices’ll be gone within the next three to five years. One of them’s had throat nodules removed already.
I am in town today buying Christmas presents, as my house is full of strange men installing airconditioning. They were thumping around in the ceiling when I left, utterly terrifying my cat so she was cowering behind the laundry sink with two enormous scared eyes peering around the edge.
I have also taken the time to buy the box set of season 3 of Doctor Who, which, I found out a few minutes ago ,was $20 cheaper in J B Hi Fi. Bugger.
I totally have to link to a post now - this one at Tetherd Cow. It’s wonderful for it’s simplicity and instant laughter-inducingness. It is, of course, computer joke, but an accessible one.
And now I will vanish into the real world once more to continue shopping.
In the fit of Romana!love I experienced while watching City of Death (see previous post) I sketched her in biro. I took this photo with my cameraphone so it’s blurry and detail is lost, but still…
Had a lovely quiet day yesterday; was assigned to do all the cleaning that hadn’t been done at the childcare centre yet. Wandered about quietly on my own, industriously cleaning, sometimes singing in my chorister voice… I need more days like that.
(Avatar by me)
Have been watching the Fourth Doctor story City of Death today. Bought it last week on DVd even though it is hideously expenisve, but I’m glad I did. The Doctor. Romana. In a school uniform. On location. In France.
The dialogue in this is positively sparkling. Romana makes an excellent companion; she’s intelligent, individual, and strong-minded, and she and the Doctor spend their time engaged in witty, educated banter when they’re not in the middle of a crisis.
Romana: Where are we going?
Doctor: Are you talking philosphically or geographically?
Romana: Philosophically.
Doctor: Then we’re going to lunch. *snickers*
Another example:
Romana: Well at least on Gallifrey we can capture a good likeness. Computers can draw.
Doctor: What? Computer pictures? *appalled* You sit in Paris and talk of computer pictures??
Speaking of pictures, I love the drawing of Romana the Time Lady with the face of a clock. Isn’t that a great idea? So interesting. This is a great story; intelligent, well-written, and not let-down by poor acting or effects. I love it. Duggan is amusing too, the way he’s always knocking someone unconscious when the Doctor’s talking to them and the way the Doctor and Romana are always having to restrain him.
Duggan: You can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs.
Romana: *tartly* If you wanted an omelette, I’d expect to find a pile of broken crockery, a cooker in flames and an unconscious chef.
This is also the first Fourth Doctor episode I’ve seen, and I can see why he’s so popular, he’s full of charm, isn’t he?
Doctor: *delighted* I say, what a wonderful butler. He’s so violent. Hello. I’m called the Doctor. That’s Romana. That’s Duggan. You must be the Countess Scarlioni, and this is clearly a delightful Louis Quinze chair. May I sit in it, I say haven’t they worn well? *to menacing ‘butler’* Thank you Herman that will be all.
Am very glad I got this DVD, and to LizBee; well, my avatar say it all, doesn’t it?
I have discovered a great new Doctor Who fanfiction author, LizBee ( also at her website, also on ffnet, and here’s a funny Doctor cartoon by her on her deviantart account) although for some reason she spreads her work across a wide range of virtual places so that you have to visit everywhere to read all her stuff. She, like me, also lives in Brisbane, which is why ages ago she gave the following Doctor Who quote:
Tegan: What’s a Zero Room anyway? The Doctor said something about ‘null interfaces’.
Nyssa: I suppose it’s some sort of neutral environment. An isolated space, cut off from the rest of the universe.
Tegan: He should’ve told me that’s what he wanted. I could’ve shown him Brisbane.
- which is of course, totally untrue in a sort of half-true way. I mean, we’re not some backwards little country town, we’re a million-and-something city, but it’s true we’re not that in connection with the rest of the world. We live up the top right corner when most everyone’s in the bottom right (you don’t want to go there, it’s cold and sometimes it snows, even.)
Also, I found out how to get Freema Agyeman’s autograph from her website, which of course I will lose no time in doing because I am a complete nerd.
Meme time! Was I tagged for it? No. Will that stop me? No.
Meme: Post a list of your top five favorite fics you’ve written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn’t about the BEST things you’ve written, but what you LOVE most.
Fave Fics List (in random order):
1. A Forcible Nuisance. Vader has a daughter. Sometimes he wonders why he wanted one. I wrote this in, oh, grade twelve, which is when I really got started in fanfiction but was still pretty amateurish. I like it because I think I capture the father/kid daughter dynamic really well. It was inspired by the ‘Luke brought up by Vader’ series by Kitt, which is still awesome, touching and hilarious. (link)
2. Morerta and the Plague of Harry Potter fanfics. After a long absence, the goddess of Literature finds lit has been invaded. I liked this. It was sort of semi-parody, semi-original. One of my first really good stories, I think. Not brilliant, but good writing, good characters, amusing, all in a little one-shot format. It was really the one where I realised I’m better at writing humour than anything else. Anything else comes across as silly. (link)
3. The Necromancer. When Voldemort tries to resurrect Slytherin, someone else is along for the ride - Slytherin’s wife, aka the infamous Necromancer. Naturally Dumbledore hires them as teachers. Is that man insane? This is unfinished, but it’s one of my most-reviewed fics ever. It was a great idea, that I could have made work really well, but my inspiration didn’t extend to the details, so it lingers in the limbo of ‘things to one day be updated … if I can.’ (link)
4. Odd Companions. When Harry begins at Hogwarts, he brings a disconcerting friend, the Grim Reaper himself. The first story I’ve successfully planned out and kept going even after the initial inspiration burned out. Also my most popular fic to date. Proud of this one. It’s a working fic. (link)
5. Old Magic. This has a whole lot of ideas not often seen in the HP fandom, based on old mythologies and ways of regarding nature. Came about after a discussion with my mum of how the old ‘mother goddess’ religions could apply to Lily Potter in the HP ‘verse, after things written in the earlier books. This story has a lot of depth to it, in the sense it draws on a lot of sources, it’s got a lot of potential, and it’s original. (link)
Less fandom next time.
I was reading RaJ’s blog, because I haven’t read it for a while, and came across this post about a cord-free, Bluetooth-enabled earpiece for one’s phone that sits on one’s ear.
(RaJ’s earphone, above)
My immediate thought: Holy cow! He’s been taken over by the Cybermen!
(Pre-Cybermen earphones. Is it just me or is there a distinct resemblance?)
You may all smack me for being a geek now.
Wow… look how long it’s been since I last updated! 8O
Sorry. Life has been hectic, and I keep getting sick. I was actually sick on my birthday. I’m nineteen now, but I don’t feel it, because I mostly slept through my birthday, and the parts I didn’t I had a fever and was convinced I was a wizard. (Turns out there was a downside to reading Harry Potter only a day or so before I got sick.) I got an mp3 player though, which I adore, as well as other neat stuff.
The thing I’m most excited about at the moment is the return of Doctor Who to television. (God, I’m such a nerd.) I am very much enjoying season three. I watched an episode last night, with my sister and Dad who have slowly been sucked into watching it along with me every week.
Dad noted that it was odd that no one in the episode wondered why the Doctor was able to instantly identify what the machine did just by watching it, despite it being an experiment in an obscure area of science.
“It’s like the TARDIS,” I pointed out. “In one episode in the first series someone asks the Doctor, won’t anyone notice the TARDIS in the middle of the street? The Doctor goes, ‘listen, someone parks a mysterious blue box in the middle of the street. What do you do? Walk right past it.’ ” I grew thoughtful. “You know, it often astonishes me how people fail to notice the most amazing things, just because they’re too busy going about their life.” I shook my head. “People are always walking past the TARDISes of life.”
My Dad got a most peculiar look on his face.
“That is not an expression,” he said slowly, “that I have ever heard before, nor one that I believe I will ever hear again.”
“You know what I mean,” I chided.
“Yes,” he agreed, “I’m scared that I do.”
Hey. I just watched the last episode of Doctor Who, series 2. *rests head on shoulder of Loki muse and sobs* *Rhiannon muse pats her shoulder sadly*
Seriously, it was the saddest thing I’ve ever seen. I cried for 20 minutes straight.
*Loki muse coughs*”Wuss!” *coughs*
*Rhiannon muse thumps Loki*
Just had to share that with the world.
Many thanks to Dorian Gray for giving me the DVDs.
