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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: [livejournal.com profile] 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
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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: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 262 - Lines
Word Count: 802

Happy Christmas, everyone! :D
eleventh_doctor: (Luke Smith has two mums!)
...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: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 259 - I Don't Understand
Word Count: 516
eleventh_doctor: (Luke Smith has two mums!)
“Do you know,” she said thoughtfully, “this may be one of the best pies I’ve ever had?”

All around, customers of all shapes and sizes were settled into the diner for lunch, eating sandwiches and soup and chatting amiably with each other about their days so far and what they’d watched on the telly last night and the good-looking chap in that table over there, is he looking at me? No, don’t look! The waitresses were done up in rather fifties style, smiling and saying honey and wearing just a little bit too much makeup. It was slightly overcast outside, with just enough of a part in the clouds for a bit of sun to peek through.

Luke tugged on her shirt sleeve worriedly. 'You know this isn’t real, don’t you?' )

Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 257 - Specious
Word Count: 803
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“This is going to be brilliant! Family outing! I mentioned the games, right? Lots of games, with balls and anti-gravity targets, and overpriced handmade jewelry and suspiciously greasy foods, just like a proper festival should be! Just stick with me, we’ll have a marvelous old time! What do you want to do first-


....Clyde, Maria?




It’s my own fault for letting a speedster into the TARDIS, really. Wonder if he's reached the barbed-wire gardens yet.”


“Dennis! ...Dennis?”


“This is nice, isn’t it? Just the fresh air and the flowers and that very nice big explosion over that way that-



Now this is just getting ridiculous.”


“You’re not going to leave me, are you, boy? No, you aren’t, because unlike all my other companions, you’re going to obey me when I say to stay with me, aren’t you? Aren’t you?


Where’s that dog whistle when I need it?”


The Doctor eyed Mr. Bimble woefully.

“Do you know, I think you’re the only companion who’s ever payed attention to me even the slightest bit when I told them 'don't wander off'?”

Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 236 - What does respect mean to you?
Word Count: 193
Author's Note: In order of appearance: The SJA crew; Bart Allen (er, no comment.); Dennis Creevey; Ace; K-9; and Mr. Bimble.


Dec. 28th, 2007 04:07 pm
eleventh_doctor: (Luke Smith has two mums!)
Go read! It has Luke and Dennis and Eleven! And singing while upside down in chains!

OOC! Ish!

Nov. 20th, 2007 01:55 pm
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Behind Cut! )

Tis the Season and all that! Let's have some fun before pre-Christmas retail and planning drives us all batty. And since we all know it's better to give than to receive...

Post the name of your character here and Eleven, Alt!Koschei, or Luke will give you a Christmas gift! I'll write what s/he gives you and how s/he gives it to you! (You can specify which pup you want giving you a gift or leave it up to chance.)

Oh, and no flash photography. Poor pups've been through enough without blinding them, too.

{Also, my apologies to all I owe tags to. I am sucking horribly at getting things tagged lately, and I know a few threads have been stalled from my end because I can't work out how they would react to the latest tag. /sheepish apology}
eleventh_doctor: (Luke Smith has two mums!)

Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 201 - Talk about something you lost.
Word Count: 323
Note: Takes place during the first episode of "Whatever Happened To Sarah Jane", Sarah Jane Adventures.
eleventh_doctor: (Luke Smith has two mums!)
Luke took a bite out of his spun sugar icing cone. (It was a quite like cotton candy, but mostly flavoured by a sweet substance called ihranua.) “Won’t Mum be annoyed if we don’t come home now?”

The Doctor stopped to inspect a game booth that advertised large fluffy stuffed tentacle beings if you could hit the target three times, and gave her cone a deft lick as the iced cream, made of the same ihranua-dominated flavouring, melted onto her fingers. “Of course not. I told her I’d have you home by six. We will be.”

Luke fell silent, still grappling with the concept of disobeying his mum and still following her orders, if only technically. The Doctor smiled encouragingly at him. “Look, this is even educational. How many boys get to see a real annual Saparillian fair? You’re studying their culture first-hand!” She took on an almost wheedling tone. “If you want, I’ll require a three-page report on what you’ve observed.”

A smile tugged at his lips, almost reluctantly. “If you think it’s all right.”

'Of course I do. I used to take Sarah Jane out on little adventures like these all the time, and she’s all right, isn’t she?' )

Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 200 - Smörgåsbord - Which food would you never even try to taste? What food will you never eat again?
Word Count: 612

Author's Note: Based on roleplay with [livejournal.com profile] his_sarah_jane and a certain fic by the same about Luke and his two mums grocery shopping! :D


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