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calliopes_pen) wrote2009-04-13 10:05 am
calliopes_pen) wrote2009-04-13 10:05 am
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Fanfic Progress--And A Sneak Preview
The fanfic is now up to 2429 words and still going strong. I mostly need to add a few things to the beginning, and the middle.
Since the baguettes keep on popping up—even going so far as to feature in a duel (mentioned in the previous post) between the Doctor and Jack—I’m thinking of changing the title from For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Pie, to something else. Also, a sneak preview is behind the cut.
“Doctor, you have your sonic screwdriver in that tiny suit, right?” After a moment of no response from the Doctor, Donna tried again, calling out, “Oi! Spaceman, are you listening?”
The Doctor shuffled, having a little trouble tugging on his ear, or ruffling his hair with all the attached strings in the way. “Well...it’s wooden, just like me. Out of commission, I’d say. Never worked on wood, remember? And since it is wooden now, there’s not a chance it would work on itself--might burst into a brilliant ball of flames, most likely. Just a little flaw that I really need to work out of it once we’ve learned what to do...oooh, yes! No...yes! She’s a genius! I’d ruffle my hair this very second if I could make it through the tangled strings!”
Donna, Martha, and Jack had been through the machine gun fire decision-making before, of course, but Ianto had not. “Who is a genius, Sir?” It wouldn’t do for him not to know something, after all.
“The TARDIS! Her data banks have got information on the aliens, and she’s been trying to tell me. They’re from Zorkon! Marionette mayhem got in the way, but she did get through.” He paused, then scrunched his nose up and glanced over at Ianto subtly. “She says if you want the Hub covered in so much orange alien goo, stab the little weasels in the left temple. She also says it’s hard to find the correct neural pathways in something with only stuffing and sawdust for brains...hey, do you want me to find that mallet the ninth me played with? Didn’t think so. Carry on, Old Girl.”
Since the baguettes keep on popping up—even going so far as to feature in a duel (mentioned in the previous post) between the Doctor and Jack—I’m thinking of changing the title from For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Pie, to something else. Also, a sneak preview is behind the cut.
“Doctor, you have your sonic screwdriver in that tiny suit, right?” After a moment of no response from the Doctor, Donna tried again, calling out, “Oi! Spaceman, are you listening?”
The Doctor shuffled, having a little trouble tugging on his ear, or ruffling his hair with all the attached strings in the way. “Well...it’s wooden, just like me. Out of commission, I’d say. Never worked on wood, remember? And since it is wooden now, there’s not a chance it would work on itself--might burst into a brilliant ball of flames, most likely. Just a little flaw that I really need to work out of it once we’ve learned what to do...oooh, yes! No...yes! She’s a genius! I’d ruffle my hair this very second if I could make it through the tangled strings!”
Donna, Martha, and Jack had been through the machine gun fire decision-making before, of course, but Ianto had not. “Who is a genius, Sir?” It wouldn’t do for him not to know something, after all.
“The TARDIS! Her data banks have got information on the aliens, and she’s been trying to tell me. They’re from Zorkon! Marionette mayhem got in the way, but she did get through.” He paused, then scrunched his nose up and glanced over at Ianto subtly. “She says if you want the Hub covered in so much orange alien goo, stab the little weasels in the left temple. She also says it’s hard to find the correct neural pathways in something with only stuffing and sawdust for brains...hey, do you want me to find that mallet the ninth me played with? Didn’t think so. Carry on, Old Girl.”
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"Nothing I haven’t seen before, you dummy--you didn't think your clone sprang forth fully clothed during the metacrisis, did you?"
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But Jack gave him a bushel of bananas as a reward, once he was back to normal.
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A++ would LOL again.
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