ladyoftime: (the laughing icon)
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: [ profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 262 - Lines
Word Count: 802

Happy Christmas, everyone! :D
ladyoftime: (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: [ profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 259 - I Don't Understand
Word Count: 516
ladyoftime: (meet the new companion!)
“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: [ 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.
ladyoftime: (Doctor and TARDIS)
Having a row with your TARDIS is not an advisable thing to do for many reasons, one of the least of which is your TARDIS could make it very difficult to locate your own bedroom. You could be unceremoniously dumped into the heart of a sun, for example, or tossed into the middle of a civil war over the rights of jellyfish to bear arms. The thing was, after finding herself in the Cactus Room for the twenty-second consecutive time, the Doctor was simply not awake enough to consider how lucky she was her TARDIS had not chosen a more painful avenue of revenge.

“All right,” she finally decided, “if you’re going to be petty about it, I’ll find someplace else.” Gathering up her dignity, she marched towards the Console room.

After a few minutes, she climbed out of the pool and dripped chlorinated water all the way to the back door.

And so it goes. )

Community: [ profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 222 - sleeping on the couch
Word Count: 863
Note: With apologies to [ profile] ki2k for not getting him in the text. He's in between the lines, schlepping the Doctor from location to location, and she appreciates it muchly.
ladyoftime: (Luke Smith has two mums!)

Community: [ 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.
ladyoftime: (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: [ 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 [ profile] his_sarah_jane and a certain fic by the same about Luke and his two mums grocery shopping! :D
ladyoftime: (oh noes!)
The Doctor had earlier randomised the coordinates for her TARDIS to spice things up a bit, give herself some adventure after a few strangely dull tries; the sort that ended in explaining to a slightly deaf, very old Barcelosian couple that she hadn't actually meant to land in their rock garden, it was a very lovely rock garden, she'd just be going now. No, she'd rather not stay for tea, if it's all the same to you. Eighty years, really? You don't look a day older than seventy, the pair of you.

At any rate, she was hoping for a bit of adventure this time, and when she poked her head out the door, she got it.

"...ovely." The Doctor spotted a Slitheen in its natural form, looming over someone she couldn't see. Adventure she wanted, adventure she got. Where was that vinegar when she needed it?

"Then sniff this!"

She stopped rifling through her pockets for something vinegary. Hold on, she recognised that. "Sarah-Jane?"


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The Doctor

May 2010

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