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Crop circles in the sand. The universe always starts with riddles. They’re her downfall, the mysteries. She’s like an object caught in their orbit, endlessly looping them in messy circles, inspecting, taking the pieces of the puzzles in her hands and searching for the shape of how they’re put together.
Sometimes the pieces are made of glass, and they cut her hands. Sometimes– sometimes. But she can’t put them down, because she has to know, and that’s the paradox of her mind, endlessly drawn to that which will hurt her.
This is old. This is ancient, written in hieroglyphs only men with ghosts in their minds and dust on their hands can translate.
The universe is immutable. Energy and heat, these are forms that will always exist. Only the shapes change, become new in their paths. They fascinate her, the shapes of things. Like a child caught in the wonder of a colourful mobile, she is so dazzled by an unexpected turn that she forgets the endings will all be the same. Entropy takes hold, the constant of the universe.
This is not new. The newness is perceptions of the universe, ever-changing. The newness is the ability to look at a piece of the universe as if it’s never been seen before, as if it isn’t made up of the same matter, energy, heat as a million pieces before it, the same building blocks that have endured for time immemorial. She marvels in her companions’ abilities to make the old new, and in her wonder forgets her own talent for the re-imagining of the universe. From them, she learns, and that’s new; and with them, she forgets, and learns anew. It’s a borrowed gift, one she’ll have to give back someday.
For now, though, she has it. For now, the universe is full of mystery, even when it slices her hearts open to know it. And because it is so filled, she will always renew, always emerge in life. The day it ceases to amaze her is the day she’ll breathe her last, and become part of the immutable pattern.
Today.
Today is not that day.
And that’s new, too.
Community: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) theatrical_muse
Prompt: 313 - Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed.
Word count: 360
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[17 Dec 2009|05:35pm] |
I ATEN'T DEAD.
Well, except for legally from those few incidents hardly worth mentioning.
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[08 Oct 2009|05:16pm] |
(1) Service Anouncement: if you ever think that bronchitis lark looks fun and maybe you should give it a try? Don't. Really don't. Just sayin'.
(2) Begging: D: D: D: D: Eleven's paid account expires on the 10th which is v. v. sad and we would both adore if any kind soul could help, on account of my lack of monies. There is even a complimentary thank-you gift in the form of this handsome file cabinet!
(3) ( MEME! From Dennis! )
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[08 Oct 2009|05:01pm] |
You collect people.
It’s true and not true. Each one is unique, each one is special to you and separate from the others in your memories. Each one has a personality, a history, each has gone with you to places no one else has been. Each one has done brilliant things that no one else could have done.
In the end, though, they’re all the same; they all leave you, in one way or another.
All of them did ordinary things, all of them ate chips and drank tea and went to shops. All of them had a shared history in the universe, a legacy of breathing in and breathing out, footprints of their lives scattered all over the galaxy. All of them blur together after time, Sarah-Jane Fitz Martha Jamie Frobisher, the details fade into the deep fog of your memory. It’s not true and true.
You collect people.
Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 303 - Collection(s)
Word count: 150
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[17 Sep 2009|05:17pm] |
Query application opened. Do you have a query?
> MADNESS?_
Processing question and calculating variables for 2300 variations of the language you have chosen.
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Processing completed. 251 answers found. Proceed?
> YES_
1: A symptom of an unhealthy psyche, characterized by behaviour uncommon to the socialized norm, difficulty distinguishing reality from unreality, and an inability to walk past a shop selling $.25 rubber balls, no matter how many the sentient unit has amassed already.
Continue?
> YES_
2: A feeling of anger, characterized by grumpy noises and facial cues, complaints, raised voice, and a tendency to throw objects at or near the subject of the anger.
Continue?
> YES_
3: Madness, March. An inescapable compulsion to watch human beings chase other human beings around a strictly-defined area with an air-filled spheroid.
Continue?
> YES_
4: THIS. IS. SPARTAAAAAA!
Continue?
> NO, I THINK THAT’LL BE ENOUGH. THANK YOU, COMPUTER_
No problem, Dave.
> IT’S THE DOCTOR, ACTUALLY_
Good night, Dave.
Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 300 - This is... (with more than a tip of the hat to 299, Madness)
Word count: 162
Author's Note: idek
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[27 Aug 2009|09:09pm] |
Silence.
It’s the first thing she notices. Silence, heavy and thick, coating the planet. She accidentally crushes a pile of dead leaves under her boot; she feels the crunch, but doesn’t hear anything. The sound is snatched away before it can reach her ears, gobbled up the silence.
She stands still for a moment, considering possibilities, then climbs a nearby cropping of rocks for a better look at the place, her movements eliciting no sound. From the top, she can see a city, unnaturally still, and a road, and a sign that might once have read “5 miles” or “1 mile” or “Population 1,000,000” but is now blank.
She purses her lips and sets off down the road.
(This is not that story. This is the story of beginnings, and endings, and the bits in the middle. If it muddles, well. Once upon a time can be overwritten.)
( These are the scars that silence carved. )
Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 297 - Crushed
Word count: 886
Serial: Through a Mirror, Darkly
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[25 Aug 2009|04:30pm] |
Well, guess who's back! With all limbs and useful body bits still in their proper places, even! And many new books and ideas and a few things to type out. FEAR!
Okay, but, really, you can admit it. Who missed me?
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[12 Aug 2009|01:09pm] |
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As of tomorrow, I'm heading off into the wild blue yonder respectably-sized beige van on a family vacation, returning August 25th-ish. Hopefully in one piece. ROCK ON IN MY ABSENCE, LOVELY PEOPLES!
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[06 Aug 2009|03:45pm] |
“There’s a set of rules for this,” Bones says. “An entire set of rules in the Prime Directive that expressly forbid anything even remotely like what we’re doing now. And that’s not even getting into the court-martialable offenses.”
The Doctor doesn’t deign to respond at first, being a little too distracted breaking the Enterprise’s warp core with cherry chewing gum and a ball of twine. “You mean the same ones that ought to be preventing you from gallivanting around the timeline with a member of an extinct race?”
Bones clears his throat loudly and adjusts the collar of his uniform. “That’s them.”
She beams at him before returning to the task at hand. “Just checking.”
( These are the Voyages... )
Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 294 - Passing
Word count: 625
Author's note: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) do_it_in_three was going to get a trailer for his guest appearance, but instead all he gets is this author's note. curedrainydays doesn't get anything because he's mine.
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| ICONS ICONS ICONS |
[03 Aug 2009|04:44pm] |
...I totally just realised I never did this for Eleven.
The Character Expression Meme
Character: The Doctor
Journal: eleventh_doctor
RPG: [Bad username: many, lots]
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| .disgusted. | .surprised. | .flirty. | .sexual. |
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| .confused. | .shy. | .playful. | .rage. |
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| .hurt. | .guilty. | .bored. | .laughing. |
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| .sarcastic. | .tired. | .wtf. | .pride. |
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| .sympathy. | .evil. | .innocent. | .in love. |
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| YOUR | FOUR | FAVORITE | ICONS |
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WANT TO DO IT TOO?
Snag yourself the coding here.
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| Pedicures! (for notadictator) |
[21 Jul 2009|09:41pm] |
The Doctor has, rather obviously, remodeled since her Eighth self. ...Not the curtains kind of remodeling, the kind where everything looks organic and such. She opens the door for Lucie (the key's changed, too) and steps inside.
"What do you think?"
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| Bigger on the inside! (for gr8muppetyodin) |
[21 Jul 2009|08:21pm] |
The Doctor bounces on ahead, already digging through trouser pockets for the TARDIS key, coming up with a bag of jelly babies, a yo-yo, a small purple teddy bear, and an array of gadgets and gizmos, not necessarily in that order.
"Here we are!"
The TARDIS, of course, looks like a blue Police Call Box. The Doctor busies herself unlocking it.
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