Just Written That Way
Beloved hates the Black Doctor. I say they may have been told to do so with her treatment in episode.
(Source: textsfromtheoldtardis)
Challenge #02100-E276: Just One Problem — Steemit
Allie, chief of R&D turned to the alleged genius who was working on the project. “Thorpe… was it supposed to do that?”
Thorpe was still staring at the trail and running math on how much trouble he was currently in. He was currently working on a more accurate estimation than ‘loads’. “Uuuuuhhhh,” he said.
“I’ll take that as a 'no’,” sighed Allie, attempting to pinch away a headache at the bridge of her nose. “Most important things first. The replacement cookies are coming out of your paycheque. And you’re paying for a really big box of those seashell hazelnut pralines by way of an apology. That’s later. For now, we’re hunting this thing down and figuring out what the hell is going on; and by 'we’, I mean 'you’. I might help if you have something approaching a theory.”
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Challenge #01907-E083: Pitcher Plant — Steemit
“I turned around for just a second, and she was gone. Off like a shot. I couldn’t catch her. I didn’t see which way she went. She just… she just went.”
It was the same complaint all over Lower Tadfield Young teens and children above toddler age were going missing. Even the people running the funfair were complaining. But there was something… odd… about the people running the funfair. Something… uncanny.
And the more children that were missing, the more attractions there were at the funfair. The brighter it was. The louder it was. The more sparkly it was. The more attractive to small, young minds it was. Except for some.
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Challenge #01868-E044: The Stepford House — Steemit
It was almost a cliché, really. Lost traveller, wicked storm. Can’t stay out in this mess. Would it be too much trouble? And then, inevitably, it was.
The family seemed perfectly normal. Which instantly raised his hackles. Absolutely nobody, anywhere, was perfectly normal. They were affluent, but the entire family had the time to enjoy themselves at whatever they wanted. They could have whatever they wanted. They could do whatever they wanted.
And then the Doctor asked the Question. “Are you all happy?” And the answer was in the father’s eyes.
They lied when he said, “Of course we’re happy. We have everything we need.”
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Challenge #01781-D320: Ambush Predators — Steemit
The parking lot was almost lined with orange booths. Because this was an arena of high spirits, cheap alcohol, and impatient bladders. One would think, with paired booths every ten meters, that one blue one would be easy to spot, but such was not the case.
Holly said, “You don’t even remember which parking lot you left her in?”
The Doctor stopped cold. Looked horrified. Muttered a very rare swear. “That’s right. I have an impeccable sense of direction.” And then took off with a certain destination in mind.
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Challenge #01752-D291: It’s Actually a Dramatisation of Real Events
There are three! I mean three Tardises parked in the car-park - in the Director’s, and The Chairman’s spaces and now all three of Him are arguing with themselves and waving their sonics at each other. – Anon Guest
“I’m here to right a grievous wrong.”
“I’m here to right a grievous wrong.”
It was a three-way Gallifreyan stand-off. All on the set. All between people who looked remarkably similar to the actors who had played them. Tensions were high. And at any second, one of them would criticise the other’s fashion sense.
“At least I don’t look like I fell backwards through a Hot Topic,” said one. And then it was on.
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Challenge #01722-D261: Invaders vs Natives
Doctor Disco sighed. Clever, he enjoyed dealing with. Idiots were even more fun to be had. But an enemy with a single goal, moderate leadership intentions, and an analytical plan that still got bollixed up annoyed him no end. – Fliss
It was days like this when it was difficult to tell who the real enemy was. He usually preferred siding with the ones who tried not to kill. Which, unfortunately, were not the humans, this time. The other side were the natives, using whatever means they could to stop the invaders without any further harm.
And hadn’t this scenario played out a million times in history all over the universe?
He did his part. Trying to convince the humans to slow up on their advancements. Taking the natives’ side in an argument about whether or not the mission had the correct goals. And, when all else failed, actively sabotaging the machinery until he got caught. And reminded that the people with the best guns usually wind up writing history. Nevertheless, he still tried to negotiate, “You don’t have to solve all of this with death,” he said.
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Challenge #01688-D227: Race to the End of the World
People come and go, the christening you bless will be the funeral you mourn in less than a century. But people keep saying “I love you”, that has to count for something. – Anon Guest
“Why, though?” complained Holly. “Why does anything mean anything? It’s all… it’s all for nothing, in the end.”
The Doctor sat by her. “I’m two and a half thousand years old. I’ve seen worlds born. I’ve seen worlds die. The same for civilisations. And people. The same levels of crap ebb and flow like the tide, over the centuries.”
Holly huffed a laugh at that one.
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Challenge #01683-D222: A Little Lesson
[Title: There’s a cat in the box!] River and the TARDIS have decided the Doctor can stand to learn some humility. – Fliss
The TARDIS, when she briefly had a humanoid body, said that she didn’t have speech capabilities. That wasn’t quite true. If you knew how to listen, she would communicate with you. Let herself be known.
“He’s getting an ego on him,” said River. “I agree. Did you hear that last speech? Congratulating himself over how many civilisations have died because he was there. That’s… that’s not my Doctor.”
Blips and humming. Noise to any mere mortal, but not to her. We need to change him back, somehow. Bring him back to us.