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primsongOh dear oh dear, I think I've just accidentally-on-purpose hooked jan-u-wine into writing for Doctor Who. *happy bouncing* And being jan, her first drabble (for Susan in exile) was just *lovely*!
There's something all sparkles and happy rainbow-bits when an old friend joins in.
Speaking of writing, there's a meme going around in which we are to post snippets of all the unfinished works we have in our fandom writings, so here it is snagged from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eponymous_rose and stunt_muppet:
When you see this, post a brief snippet of all your fannish works-in-progress.
(Untitled) - Two, Jamie and Zoe rediscover the Ark (that of the Monoids) and some issues that have developed in the process of moving the miniaturized/reconstituted livestock down to the planet.
"Surely they must have sheep in Scotland."
"The MacCrimmons are Pipers, not sheep nor cow-herds," Jamie returned defiantly.
"Can you tell a sheep from a cow?"
"Of course!"
"Afraid of them?"
"Of course not!"
"Then you're an expert shepherd, compared to Zoe. Go on, now."
Zoe's brow furrowed with concern. "Do they bite?" she asked Jamie.
"Not out in a proper field. Shoved into those ducts like corks in a bottle, I bet they do. I would!"
--
(Garden Party) - Two, Jamie and Zoe again, this time running about when a pleasant visit runs afoul of misunderstood political alliances
"That way!" he said. "Hedges! They'll hide us!" Zoe and Jamie followed as he led them straight into the central pattern of densely clipped plants, overshadowed by trees and climbing vines.
The guards soon plunged in after them. Jamie, looking back, almost ploughed right into his friends. They skidded to a stop briefly; ahead of them the path forked into two shadowed tunnels of greenery. The four guards were getting close.
"Scatter!" the Doctor said. "Jamie, take Zoe and run… that way!" He pointed down one path and shot off down the other.
"But…" Jamie began.
"Come on!" Zoe said, yanking the young Scot after her. "The pattern loops back around, we should meet up again."
"If ye say so," Jamie grumbled, running after her. "But y' know he'll still find some way of gettin' lost."
--
(Untitled) - Fourth episode for my 'Custom Vehicle' series, though it's getting long enough it may be split in two, I don't know! Three, Jo, UNIT, etc.
He crossed his long legs, tapping his fingers restlessly. "Probably piggy-backing on the existing satellites, but I can't rule it out. I'd need records. Information from any that are currently positioned over this hemisphere."
The Brigadier shook his head. "You never make it easy, do you?" he said ruefully. "Britain hasn't any satellites of its own, we merely contract with those who do. We'd have to get international permissions to even inquire."
"UNIT is an international taskforce," the Doctor reasonably pointed out. "Not a British one. Surely you can make a few calls to the owners to release records confidentially."
"They're going to be touchy," the Brigadier waffled. He was tired and hated the idea of having to negotiate anything dealing with other nation's security, at least until morning.
"I'll do it, then. Just give me the numbers."
The idea of the Doctor ringing up international security advisors and saying God alone knew what made Alistair's head ache. "No, no need for that. I'll do it."
-
"I'm not going anywhere!" Jo screeched defiantly, digging in her heels as the Doctor took her hand and tried to lead her down the steps. "You think just because you're a… oh! Stop it!" To his surprise she turned on him, practically spitting with anger. She yanked her arm away from his grasp and pummeled his chest with all her strength.
The polished steps in front of this marble building were hardly the place for such a display. Sergeant Benton had followed them from the conference room but now looked to his commander for guidance, Yates hovering behind. Lethbridge-Stewart held up a hand to keep them back. The Doctor grabbed at the young woman's wrists to still them, and when she compensated by trying to stomp his feet, he picked her up.
"Put me down!" she screamed, enraged and flailing.
"No argument!" the Doctor said firmly. He didn't know what was going on with his assistant, but he didn't want her making a spectacle like this. Enough time to iron it out later. Behind him he was vaguely aware of the Captain's voice apologizing to an outraged sounding man.
-
He looked over at the Sergeant. Benton was kneeling by the padlocked metal box, literally feeding a cigar into the hole on the top. A slavering, grunting noise came from inside.
-
And then there's three others! Except they're sadly still in outline form for the most part - sigh... and I often feel I only write ever so slowly.
Now it is a sunny, cool day and I am going out for a much-needed walk - if someone could invent a way to write and walk at the same time I'd be skinny as a rail, I swear.
There's something all sparkles and happy rainbow-bits when an old friend joins in.
Speaking of writing, there's a meme going around in which we are to post snippets of all the unfinished works we have in our fandom writings, so here it is snagged from
eponymous_rose and stunt_muppet:When you see this, post a brief snippet of all your fannish works-in-progress.
(Untitled) - Two, Jamie and Zoe rediscover the Ark (that of the Monoids) and some issues that have developed in the process of moving the miniaturized/reconstituted livestock down to the planet.
"Surely they must have sheep in Scotland."
"The MacCrimmons are Pipers, not sheep nor cow-herds," Jamie returned defiantly.
"Can you tell a sheep from a cow?"
"Of course!"
"Afraid of them?"
"Of course not!"
"Then you're an expert shepherd, compared to Zoe. Go on, now."
Zoe's brow furrowed with concern. "Do they bite?" she asked Jamie.
"Not out in a proper field. Shoved into those ducts like corks in a bottle, I bet they do. I would!"
--
(Garden Party) - Two, Jamie and Zoe again, this time running about when a pleasant visit runs afoul of misunderstood political alliances
"That way!" he said. "Hedges! They'll hide us!" Zoe and Jamie followed as he led them straight into the central pattern of densely clipped plants, overshadowed by trees and climbing vines.
The guards soon plunged in after them. Jamie, looking back, almost ploughed right into his friends. They skidded to a stop briefly; ahead of them the path forked into two shadowed tunnels of greenery. The four guards were getting close.
"Scatter!" the Doctor said. "Jamie, take Zoe and run… that way!" He pointed down one path and shot off down the other.
"But…" Jamie began.
"Come on!" Zoe said, yanking the young Scot after her. "The pattern loops back around, we should meet up again."
"If ye say so," Jamie grumbled, running after her. "But y' know he'll still find some way of gettin' lost."
--
(Untitled) - Fourth episode for my 'Custom Vehicle' series, though it's getting long enough it may be split in two, I don't know! Three, Jo, UNIT, etc.
He crossed his long legs, tapping his fingers restlessly. "Probably piggy-backing on the existing satellites, but I can't rule it out. I'd need records. Information from any that are currently positioned over this hemisphere."
The Brigadier shook his head. "You never make it easy, do you?" he said ruefully. "Britain hasn't any satellites of its own, we merely contract with those who do. We'd have to get international permissions to even inquire."
"UNIT is an international taskforce," the Doctor reasonably pointed out. "Not a British one. Surely you can make a few calls to the owners to release records confidentially."
"They're going to be touchy," the Brigadier waffled. He was tired and hated the idea of having to negotiate anything dealing with other nation's security, at least until morning.
"I'll do it, then. Just give me the numbers."
The idea of the Doctor ringing up international security advisors and saying God alone knew what made Alistair's head ache. "No, no need for that. I'll do it."
-
"I'm not going anywhere!" Jo screeched defiantly, digging in her heels as the Doctor took her hand and tried to lead her down the steps. "You think just because you're a… oh! Stop it!" To his surprise she turned on him, practically spitting with anger. She yanked her arm away from his grasp and pummeled his chest with all her strength.
The polished steps in front of this marble building were hardly the place for such a display. Sergeant Benton had followed them from the conference room but now looked to his commander for guidance, Yates hovering behind. Lethbridge-Stewart held up a hand to keep them back. The Doctor grabbed at the young woman's wrists to still them, and when she compensated by trying to stomp his feet, he picked her up.
"Put me down!" she screamed, enraged and flailing.
"No argument!" the Doctor said firmly. He didn't know what was going on with his assistant, but he didn't want her making a spectacle like this. Enough time to iron it out later. Behind him he was vaguely aware of the Captain's voice apologizing to an outraged sounding man.
-
He looked over at the Sergeant. Benton was kneeling by the padlocked metal box, literally feeding a cigar into the hole on the top. A slavering, grunting noise came from inside.
-
And then there's three others! Except they're sadly still in outline form for the most part - sigh... and I often feel I only write ever so slowly.
Now it is a sunny, cool day and I am going out for a much-needed walk - if someone could invent a way to write and walk at the same time I'd be skinny as a rail, I swear.
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Date: 2009-02-17 05:45 pm (UTC)*snags meme with joy of someone who's never done it before*
:-D
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Date: 2009-02-17 06:22 pm (UTC)And no, I had no idea! ^_^ Just the idea of it has made my whole morning!
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Date: 2009-02-17 06:26 pm (UTC)And, yes, a very nice one and very well deserved (guess which one from my icon, if you haven't already popped over to look). ;-)
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Date: 2009-02-17 07:35 pm (UTC)