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[02 Jul 2009|07:07pm] except for some stubborn leaves (or, Domesticity for Dummies) The Doctor is sprawled out on the grass, chin propped up in her hands as she listens to the soft tinkling of wind chimes in the distance, birds singing in counterpoint. Leaves born by gentle breezes paint swirls of colour on the wind; the overall effect is quite lovely. “You realise, of course,” she says, “that this makes it a full month since you last tried to kill me.” Her companion, clad all in black despite the hot suns in the sky, is seated stiffly with a tree trunk at his back. “Is that why you called for this ridiculous picnic?” “It’s not ridiculous,” she answers, just a little bit hurt. “It’s quite nice, and I made sandwiches.” As one, they turn their heads to examine the contents of the picnic basket. Several of the sandwiches appear to have grown legs, and are attempting to crawl away. “Well,” the Doctor says, “I made them at some point.” The two fall into silence as the Master uses his laser screwdriver to reduce the sandwiches to something resembling fried jelly. “Well.” the Doctor says again, filling in the conversation lull, “I brought cheese, too, and apples.” The Master fixes her with this look, this look that’s somewhere between frustration and horror and exasperation and just a touch of fondness (or so she likes to think). “Doctor,” he says, “if you attempt to feed me any more of your picnic lunch, I will slip aspirin into it.” She rolls over onto her side and fixes him with the saddest face she can muster. “You don’t mean that.” “Oh, but I do,” he says, and stands, wiping miniscule amounts of dirt from his clothing with gloved hands. “And I think I’ll be taking my leave from this ridiculous affair. Good day, Doctor.” She means to object, she really does, but at that very moment, the tree the Master had been sitting against falls towards her. Only her fast reflexes prevent her from becoming a Doctor pancake. “And I believe you’ll find it’s been five seconds, not a month, my dear Doctor,” the Master calls, without bothering to turn back. She pushes a hefty tree branch off her stomach and huffs. “Git.” Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 288 - Is redemption truly possible? Word count: 367 1 comment|post comment

[18 Jun 2009|03:19pm] “The case,” announced a white rabbit with a trumpet and official-looking robes, “of Wonderland vs. the Doctor.” The courtroom was packed with a bewildering array of animals and large, living decks of cards. The box usually occupied by jurors was likewise filled with non-human Earth life. “What?” the Doctor asked. Definitely not Cardiff. Probably not. Ninety… thirty percent probability it wasn’t Cardiff. “You’re late.” A short chap wearing a lopsided white wig leaned over his desk and peered at her disapprovingly. Using her remarkable brilliance and powers of deduction, she guessed he was the judge. “The court frowns upon tardiness.” ( Or, Through the Looking Glass, and What the Doctor Found There ) Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 286 - Under what circumstances, if any, is it okay to break the law? Word count: 444 post comment

Because I missed this the first time 'round! [02 Jun 2009|02:38pm] Warning: By posting this up you are subjecting yourself to other peoples tastes in music. First rule of Play List is do not get offended by the music people share with you. Your cup of tea is could be someone else's leafy water. Warning: By posting this up should be willing to seek out the same meme on your friends list and give them some music too! 01. How it works: Place this post up in your journal. 02. Fellow friends list members [and their writers too] are to then in turn comment to your post with music. 03. Said music is shared via an upload that you can download, or a link to lyrics for the connection challenged that reminds them of you. 04. When you comment leave the song title and artist in the subject line so that if someone else thought of the same song they don't have to send it to you again, ;) 05. With enough people and enough variety of songs you should end up with a lovely playlist inspired by those that know you pretty well. [or so you hope] 06. Download and enjoy! post comment

V. important OOC post! [29 May 2009|02:42pm] SO GUESS WHAT. Apparently. LJ has a new V-gift in the giftshop to celebrate the LJ ten-year anniversary thing. And they've given five of these to paid users free to give to whoever they want! Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Because I'm thinking Lovefest '09 is a go! post comment

[28 May 2009|08:16pm] Jobs the Doctor has been fired from:     Manager, McDonalds. Alias: Foreman, Susan. Duration: Not actually an employee, just happened to be behind the counter at the time. But I did get to keep the Happy Meal toy. Professor of Divination, Hogwarts. Alias: Smith, Professor. Duration: 2.9 minutes. Predicted that would happen. Secretary, Torchwood. Alias: Foreman, Susan. Duration: 20 minutes. Don’t ask. Waitress, Sam’s Diner. Alias: Foreman, Susan. Duration: 2 days. Really, don’t. Sales associate, Victoria’s Secret. Alias: Foreman, Susan. Duration: 3 hours. I mean really don’t. Men in Black, WiB division (Women in Black). Alias: Agent D. Duration: 3 months. Very nice people, actually. Mostly. Nerd Herd, Buy More. Alias: Susan Foreman. Duration: 3.3333 days. Apparently the NSA and CIA agents assigned there were guarding some poor chap with government secrets in his head, not covering up an alien invasion. Bugger. Temporary commander, the Enterprise. Alias: Capt. Foreman, Susan. Duration: 6 weeks. Q’s fault. Temporary Chief Medical Officer, the Voyager. Alias: Dr. Foreman, Susan. Duration: 6 days. Also Q’s fault. Hula dancer, some little Hawaii tourist business. Alias: Smith, Jane. Duration: 6 seconds. Goes between P and R, rhymes with ‘you’. Professor of Scientologistically, University of the Prussian Empire. Alias: The Professor. Duration: 12 years/the time it took for that particular reality to blink out of existence. Good riddance, too. Manager, McDonald’s. Alias: Foreman, Susan. Duration: Not actually an employee. Again. I kept the Employee of the Month parking space, though.        Community:theatrical_muse Prompt: 284 - You're fired! Talk about a time you were forced out of something. Word count: 253     4 comments|post comment

[18 May 2009|02:42pm] The Doctor’s Guide to Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse Wear sensible shoes. This is good advice anytime.   Always have something distracting with you, preferably something shiny. Zombies lack higher brain functions, and therefore are easily distracted by shiny things. Probably. Well, theoretically. They’re actually really very fixated on eating brains, preferably yours, so maybe it’d be best to have a shiny brain with you, providing it was lying around and not doing anything. And I don’t mean your friend/enemy/sibling/that chap sitting across from you right now, even if s/he does seem sort of brain dead to you.   Most guides recommend sheer firepower when it comes to zombies. I prefer a more pacifistic stance, involving friendly negotiations and possibly a high-powered projectile mechanism or four. But use them sparingly, for reasons that I will expound upon in the next step   There are many theories as to what causes Zombies, including several about certain species of fish, necromancy, mind control, and wearing ball caps with the bill facing backward. Regardless, it is important to remember that vodouism is a disease, and behind the awkward demeanor and hunger for brains is a person, just like you or me, only slightly rotting on the outside and not really like many living creatures at all, come to think of it. 1.      Except for a few, many of whom may be related to your mother-in-law. 2.      Explains a lot, doesn’t it? 3.      Especially that one time she woke you up in the middle of the night with the face cream and the zucchini and such. 4.      But I digress.   ·         Basically, what I’m trying to say is it’s very important to thaw your chicken before you cook i-   ·         Wait, no. Sorry, got my notes mixed up with that recipe from Sarah Jane.   ·         I really ought to visit her again. I promised Luke a trip to the zoo.   ·         At any rate, the best way to go about dealing with an outbreak of zombies is to produce a cure and administer it to the area affected, which by now probably encompasses the whole of your planet and possibly a few nearby ones, too, depending on how developed your space travel is by now.   ·         If in doubt, contact your local Galactic Centre for Disease Control and let them handle it. 1.      Come to think of it, that probably should have been the first step.     Community: theatrical_muse  Prompt: 261 – In the event of a zombie apocalpyse, what would you do? Word Count: 407 2 comments|post comment

[29 Apr 2009|11:07pm] A penny doesn’t buy a thought. Neither does a pound. In all the universe, there isn’t currency enough to be worth the singular complexity of a thought. The subtle nuances, between the lines and in the lines and before them around them through them. A thought is a gift.   Here:   You don’t exist in time anymore, not really. You’re here, and then, and won’t will can’t ever be lost and gone already. Time’s funny like that; always, everywhere, you, laughing, crying, saving the universe over and over again, saving yourself(s), her, his cousin, the bloke who sat next to you on the bus and wouldn’t stop talking on his mobile. One false step, one stray breath, and it topples like a house of cards; irresolute; changeless.   That which wasn’t, will have ever been.   (You’re thinking in two dimensions again. Take a deep breath and try again.)   You can’t put time in a box. It doesn’t work like that. It’s everything, always, holding the universe together and pulling it apart. If you let it tug you along, you’ll be all right; feel the wind, inhale the salt-spray. Cut with the grain.   (she sees stars. she sees stars and galaxies and universes hidden in universes, all so infinitely complex that the mind can’t even comprehend it, all simple on a level that even the most idiotic of creatures can understand.)   Don’t even move.   (she sees stars. she sees the building blocks of reality, arranged together in patterns all so infinitely immense that the mind can’t even comprehend it, all so miniscule that even the simplest of creatures can understand.)   They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die; it’s a lie. You can’t possibly appreciate the fullness of your life, every memory and subtlety; every moment you touched someone, every moment you were touched by someone else; you’re only a part of the whole, interdependence personified.     I’m sorry, my mind wandered. What was the question again? Community: theatrical_muse  Prompt: 280 – What do you think? Word Count: 326 post comment

[12 Apr 2009|01:12pm] The Buy More is quiet, lazy and unoccupied. The few sounds issuing from its walls are that of electronics devices, and the hushed tones of the employees gathered in the break room for a little game of crisper roulette. Boots; leather, well-worn, and black. No heel to speak of, the owner being fond of practicality and the continued use of her ankles. The sound they make is slight and negligible; the woman wearing them is likewise silent. “There you are,” she murmurs to the room, and caresses the large crate in front of her with a gentle touch. The click of a handgun cocking quite near to her ear fills her world. To her credit, she barely flinches. “Casey,” she says, voice layered with equal parts wariness and exasperation, “do you mind?” ( Chuck vs the Timey-Wimey ) Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 277 – Customer Service Word Count: 556 HAPPY EASTER, MAH PEEPS :D! post comment

[02 Apr 2009|06:59pm] Lies the Doctor has told in her Eleventh incarnation, as transcribed from vocal recordings pulled from K-9’s memory: 1) “I was just passing through, honestly. Didn’t even notice your top-secret detonation codes lying around on your desk. That’s why I sat on them.” 2) “Of course I didn’t stuff them in my jacket when I heard you coming! That just wouldn’t be cricket, would it?” 3) “What do you mean, you have no record of my existence on this planet? I registered just last month! Right, right, Catherina de Rotangue Porquest, that’s me.” 4) “Look, just because you have record of Cat- me having an extra three limbs doesn’t mean it’s true. No, I won’t submit to a retinal scan! Don’t you know who I am? I’m the Do- Dominion of Paracardia’s Ambassador! See this piece of paper? Do you know what it means? It means if I don’t get back to my embassy right now, you'll be hearing from our military branch next!” 5) “Thank you. You’re a fine example of everything a security guard should be, I’m sure.” Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 275 - "That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version." ? Chuck Palahniuk (Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories) Word Count: 180 post comment

[06 Mar 2009|08:35pm] The figure on the telescreen plasters itself against a brick wall as a large patrol of Cybermen march past, utterly oblivious to her presence. The figure’s features are blurry, but it would be difficult to mistake her brightly-coloured scarf and black jacket. “How long do you think this one will last?” The Controller leans forward in his chair, his fingers flying over a clear plastic keyboard, feeding new variables and scenarios into the telescreen. A little wind, the sound of a stray bird calling out for its mate, a temperature shift: slow but dropping steadily to freezing. “A day, I’d say.” The Manager tilts his head at the woman, scrutinizing her every move. “She knows what she’s doing. Old soldier, if you ask me. Been through a few fights and out again by her wits. Pan camera 12 in a little.” He bobs his head approvingly. “Not half bad-looking, either, for a humanoid. We’ll make a fortune on this one.” ( Who watches the watchmen? ) Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 273 - "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" (Who watches the watchmen?) Word Count: 1,169 post comment

Honey, honey, how you THRILL me! [19 Feb 2009|03:49pm] Brought to you by Eleven's a Hippie Mum Productions (in association with Jenny and Joann): THE CASTING OF THE MUSICAL, MAMMA MIA! ( Casting behind the cut to avoid SPOILERS, obvsly. ) COMING SOON TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU! 1 comment|post comment

[19 Feb 2009|03:24pm] RP LOVE MEME post comment

[12 Feb 2009|09:49pm] There was absolute silence in the TARDIS. An unnatural, deep echoing silence that, nine times out of ten, meant something was very, very wrong. The Doctor, upon entering the Control Room from a rather nice and quiet street in 1954, noted this instinctively and prepared to Investigate. “Luke?” she called out. “Dennis? Bart?” ( Before she could panic properly, she felt a light breeze hailing the arrival of the TARDIS’s resident speedster, Bartholomew Allen. ) Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 269 - Write about a time you were outsmarted./"Dennis, Luke and Bart, left alone in the Doctor's TARDIS!" Word Count: 395 1 comment|post comment

[06 Feb 2009|03:39pm] So! I have seen this making rounds, and... well, it is a good idea. I've been a bit low on inspiration lately, so: Friends, Romans, Countrymen: lend me your ideas! I'm even going to make this multi-journal: feel free to include stuff for blinkandyoumiss and lil_green_apple and born_running, too. And whoever else you happen to know I play. Toss several into a prompt, even, if you want! Also, because the tradition of posting vids with OOC posts strikes me as a damn good one: P.S. I turn seventeen on Tuesday. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN. P.P.S. I'm not sure if this amuses or terrifies me. 7 comments|post comment

[29 Jan 2009|11:11am] A list of projects started by the Doctor, in various incarnations:   A cuckoo clock with an actual cuckoo. ·         Abandoned in my first incarnation. ·         Cuckoo is probably still living in that menagerie in the second attic of the TARDIS, just off to the basement.   That one watch that told the time in whatever time zone you happen to be in. ·         In retrospect, using a watch from a box of Frosted Flakes wasn’t such a good idea. ·         It wasn’t nearly as grrrrrr-eat! as advertised. ·         Perfected later using materials of better quality, though less tasty frosted goodness.   Field Gravity Detector with hidden compartments for knickknacks, like a Swiss Army Knife. ·         Attempts to make it bigger on the inside caused unpredictable results, such as zero-gravity in high gravity conditions, and a tendency to hit people on the head. ·         Really, I have no idea why Sarah Jane was so upset.   The perfect companion. ·         It turns out dogs don’t always sit and stay when you tell them to. Even robot ones. ·         Shame. ·         Perfected later with the purchase of Mr. Bimble.   See the universe. ·         Still in progress.   Community: theatrical_muse  Prompt: 266 - Start something Word Count: 191 1 comment|post comment

[15 Jan 2009|10:08am] Time doesn't run linearly, like you might think. Every piece of you, from death to birth and everything in between, co-exists. Listen: can you hear yourself? There's an echo. Doctor (doctor) (doctor) Listen: the Doctor has come unstuck in time. You’re here, yes, but everywhere else, too. You cross your timeline often, now passing yourself in the hallway, now tossing yourself an unexplained suggestion at the appropriate moment, now exchanging a knowing grin with yourself in the subway. You smile back, a faint, puzzled Do I know you? smile. The past is very much alive. Even the bits that never happened are alive; you have made them your own, held them in your mind. A ginger-haired woman you can't ever let yourself see again, a year that never happened. Memory is a way of keeping the past alive, too, even if you can't travel to it. Some pieces of the past are locked off, never to be returned to again, replaced by new (old) things. So it goes. The past is fluid, not set in stone. Because everywhere, everywhen, there's you: the Doctor, in the TARDIS, eating fish and chips, unraveling a mystery, running for your life. You don't have to be there to know that if you look, there you are. That's the way of the universe. Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 264 - "The past is never dead. It's not even past." William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun. Word Count: 218 Author's Note: ...So, guess what I've been reading lately. >> 3 comments|post comment

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[02 Jan 2009|02:51pm] Just so's y'all know, the next Doctor will be announced tomorrow! I love how the article is careful to keep things gender neutral, just in case the next Doctor does turn out to be (gasp!) a girl. Also, a music video! Because it is gorgeous and Time Lord-ish, and I've been possibly waiting for an excuse to use it. 1 comment|post comment

[24 Dec 2008|03:15pm] The snow, newly fallen, covers the neighborhood, coating the world with a clean white blanket and the air with its crisp scent. It continues to fall, ever so gently, visible only in the light of the streetlamps. The moon is out, and beautiful. Someone is singing: God rest ye merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay! Remember when the ol’ Santy Claus Flew down on Christmas Day- Dogs howl. The singer, apparently oblivious to her more-than-passing resemblance to a choir of angry cats, has managed to hit six separate keys and slightly more sharps than there are in existence. “I don’t think that’s right.” The Doctor sighed and rested her caroling book against her leg. It really was no good taking Luke and his friends out caroling if they were going to correct her at every turn. “That’s the point, see,” she explained, carefully. “If I sang like this-“ (and here her voice became, apparently by some Christmas magic, a quite pleasant alto which could stay on key and sound very good while it was at it) “-Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green!, well, then, that wouldn’t be any fun, would it? And people wouldn’t give us all sorts of interesting things to make us go away. See?” ( Luke wrinkled his nose in vague objection. 'But I thought the point of caroling was to bring Christmas cheer to the neighbourhood by singing traditional Christmas carols.' ) Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 262 - Lines Word Count: 802 Happy Christmas, everyone! :D post comment

[10 Dec 2008|02:08pm] ...So you know how last year BBC did this weird thing where they showed the wrong Christmas special? Voyage of the Damned instead of the Muppets one? Well, they did it again this year. BUT! Never fear, gentle readers, for I bring you at least a snippet of this year's rightful Christmas special. ( A Smith Family Christmas ) Community: theatrical_muse Prompt: 259 - I Don't Understand Word Count: 516 5 comments|post comment

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