doctor6: (d6 windswept)
2010-06-13 09:02 am
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Prompt 09.02 for lightyearsahead

What was the most terrible installment of your canon in your opinion? Why did you dislike it so much? Tell us what happened that you didn't approve of and what you would have done it better.

Trial and Error )
doctor6: (d6 lounging)
2007-05-30 07:21 am
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Talking Muses: May 2007: Prompt 1C

May 2007: 1c. Write about a time you truly struggled.

When you're over 900 years old, there naturally comes a time when the old reflexes begin to respond a bit slower and the mind doesn't seem quite as agile. Nothing that a good regeneration couldn't solve readily enough, but I'm not one of those Time Lords that will change my appearance as casually as if it were a new jacket. I prefer to ride out what fate has given me.

That being said, I don't have much of a choice in the matter. So if a regeneration turns out to be a bit more erratic and unstable than the last, or perhaps a bit too big-boned in the opinion of others, there can but persevere. Not that I'm adverse to a few changes. Dropping a few pounds here or there, for instance, isn't entirely out of the question. In fact, I can drop my weight any time I care to set my mind to it. And I can do so without Melanie's rope-jumping, pedal-pushing, carrot-juice swilling regimen, thank you very much. Any time at all.

I just don't want to.
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2006-12-21 10:01 pm
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Talking Muses: 17C. Here, there and everywhere

"Amazing," sighed Evelyn. "It's everything I imagined it would be."

The Doctor smiled. "Not disappointed, then?"

"Certainly not. Why would I be?"

"Well, you have to admit, it has been rather overdone by your movies and television."

"The world according to Cecil B. DeMille?" Evelyn chuckled. "I'm a scholar, Doctor. I know the difference between fact and fantasy. And this!" She waved a hand to encompass the whole of the Roman forum. "This is most definitely not fiction! Who knew there would be so many colors and textures on the buildings? And who could imagine all of the sights and smells and sounds!" She sighed. "What a shame I can't show this to my students. Or to my colleagues, for that matter. Living history!"

"It isn't history to the Romans," said the Doctor, absently selecting a fig from a merchant's cart and examining it.

"I suppose not," agreed Evelyn, her expression thoughtful. "But sometimes I can't help wondering . . .how do you keep track of it all?"

"What, Rome?"

"No, no! Time and space, past, present, future. You've seen so much; been to so many places. Do you think of this as your history or your present?"

"It simply is," replied the Doctor. "It's who I am." He shrugged. "It's what I am."
doctor6: (d6 windswept)
2006-11-19 12:10 am
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Talking Muses prompt 14A

14A. What is the one thing you want the most?

I've been called many things throughout my lives. The Doctor, Merlin, meddler, sage, philosopher, the face of evil, and demon, just to name a few. No doubt I've earned every single one of them. Am I good or am I evil? It doesn't matter what I believe myself to be; as with any battle, whether I am a savior or a scourge depends on whose side you're on. It's what happens when you care enough about justice and the rights of other beings to interfere in events that might otherwise be allowed to run their course unchecked.

I can usually ignore the names and epitaphs, but there's one that cuts me as easily as a blade. Sticks and stones, I'm sure Peri would say in her quaint American vernacular. But I doubt anyone has ever called her Murderer.

It isn't as though I deliberately set out to overthrow governments or change civilizations. I only have the best of intentions. Unfortunately, that isn't always enough to save innocent lives.

The thing I want the most? That once -- just once! – everyone would live to see the end of the adventure.
doctor6: (dr 6 & peri)
2006-10-14 06:16 pm
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Talking Muses: Who in you life means the most to you?

It wasn't often that the Doctor looked at the device. It was enough to know that it was there. He had a photographic memory, after all. But sometimes, on days like today when he found himself alone once more, memory wasn't enough.

The Doctor slipped the small wafer-thin object from his pocket and looked down at the silvered surface.

"Show me," he said quietly.

Light flickered as a holographic image coalesced into the three dimensional image of a young woman with short, close-cropped black hair and eyes very similar to his own. Looking slightly to his left, she said in a cheerful voice, "Hullo, Grandfather!"

A slight wave of his hand over the device and the image shimmered into that of a tall youth dressed in the antiquated fashion of the Jacobean Highlands. He stood with his arm draped protectively about the slender shoulders of a dark haired girl dressed in futuristic silver.

"There ye are, Doctor!" said the lad in a heavy Scots brogue. "We've been looking all over for you!"

One by one they came and went before him, their faces and voices familiar and cherished. Men, women, robots, time lords. These, the special few who had chosen to step through the TARDIS doors and accompany him throughout time and space. Some were more dear to him than others but each and every one held a special place in his hearts. They were, and always would be, a special part of his lives. The very best part.
doctor6: (dr 6 & peri)
2006-09-11 01:23 pm
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Talking Muses: #6B: Picture Prompt

Picture Prompt

"This isn't so bad," said the Doctor, tucking his hands behind his head and reclining with his back against the stone wall.

"Not bad? Not bad!" shrilled Peri as she paced the narrow confines of their cell. "It's terrible! It's cramped and it's cold and it's damp and it stinks. Some vacation! Stuck in the dungeon of a castle on top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere--"

"—Transylvania--"

"—waiting to get our heads chopped off by some blood thirsty tyrant who thinks we're spies for the Turks!"

"Vlad," the Doctor corrected her. "His name is Vlad, and beheadings aren't exactly his style. He prefers a more creative means of execution."

"Thank you so much for clearing that up."

"Look on the bright side. We have a window."

"Oh, great! A window with lots of iron bars!" she said sarcastically. "Who needs a watch to tell us when we're going to be executed when we can see the sun set from the comfort of our cell?"

"Precisely! And as long as we can see daylight, we still have time."

"Time for what?"

"Liberation, my dear Perpegillium," proclaimed the Doctor as he bounded onto his feet. "Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage." With a flourish, he produced a sonic lance from one of the many capacious pockets of his colorful coat. "Especially when you can cut through them as easily as butter!"
doctor6: (d6 inside TARDIS)
2006-08-27 05:06 pm
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Talking Muses: #4A: Letter to Myself

You discover a letter you wrote to yourself ten years ago. What does the letter say? Write the letter.

Dear Me )
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2006-08-26 10:50 am

Introduction for [livejournal.com profile] talking_muses

I'm afraid I've been called a great many things – some of them not very flattering. In spite of what you might have heard, I am not an "Intergalactic Busybody." The very idea! I prefer to thin of myself as a simple traveler; an adventurer, if you will, who's only agenda is to tour the universe, enjoy a bit of fishing and, if the occasion arises, do a bit of good here and there.

Who am I? I'm The Doctor. Not 'Dr. What' or 'Professor Somethingorother.' I don't have a surname. Well, not one you could pronounce. And I would truly appreciate it if you resisted the urge to call me 'Doc.'

Just 'The Doctor.' That will do very nicely, thank you.
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2006-01-01 08:29 am
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Years Passing

Over the last year, did things go pretty much as you'd expected or planned, or did your life take a significant, unexpected turn? Overall, was it a good year or one that you want to put behind you as fast as you can? (canon or fanon)

"Days, weeks, years. Decades. Millennia. It's all relative and constant. Think of Time as a river, constantly flowing. Stand on the bank of the river and watch it rush by. Beyond the bend ahead, just out of sight, is the future. Or behind you, where a curve ides the past. The river is still there, out of sight. Flowing and rushing at the same time you stand upon the shores of the Present.

"While most beings can only look at the current and dip their toes into the present, I can ride the whole of the river. First future then past then Now. The present as you know it may well be the distant past to me. Or might never happen at all, if the river were to change it's course by fair means or foul.

A calendar year is linear and means nothing to a Time Lord."

Evelyn Smythe arched an eyebrow at the Doctor. "Are you quite finished?"

"All I'm saying," he concluded with an air if impatience, "Is that the question doesn't apply to me."

"I've heard better excuses from my students," replied Evelyn with a wry smile.. "If you don't want to answer the question, just say so!" She turned her attention back to the monitor and the image of Big Ben on a crisp, winter night. "I'll be perfectly happy to sit here and enjoy New Year's by myself if you find it so very confining to your Time Lord sensibilities." She looked at the bottle of champagne sitting neglected on the console and tried to hide her disappointment. It had seemed such a good idea at the time.

She heard movement behind her and expected he was taking the easy way out. Until a moment later the tall, ginger-haired man in the riotously colored coat stepped past her and picked up the bottle.

"You're staying?" she said.

"Why not?" he replied diffidently, popping the cork with a deft twist. "No one likes to drink alone," he continued as he poured the golden liquid into two crystal flutes.

"I'm sure I could manage," she sniffed.

"I'm sure you could do anything you set your heart to," he replied gently and offered her a glass.

"Is that flattery or an apology?"

"It's the truth." He allowed himself a tiny smile. "And perhaps a bit of an apology."

The minute hand on the face of the clock moved to Midnight and Big Ben solemnly tolled the passing of the old and the arrival of the new.

"Happy New Year, Doctor," she said.

He sighed, rolled his eyes, then conceded, "Happy New Years."
doctor6: (d6 windswept)
2005-12-04 07:16 pm
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What is the thing that you regret most NOT saying?

All's well that ends well, wasn't that how the saying went? The Valeyard defeated, the Matrix Key returned to the Keeper, the Panopticon saved and the High Counsel with it (although there was bound to be a shakeup after the Master's revelations). As a result, the Trial was over and his freedom (long with his TARDIS) restored.

Most important of all, he now knew the truth about Peri's fate.

Standing alone in the Courtroom, the Doctor looked at the empty monitor. In his mind's eye he could still see her death, played so vividly for judge and jury by the infallible Matrix.

The tampered with Matrix.

The Trial had literally pulled him out of Time on his way to rescue her from the laboratory, and her fate had weighed heavily on his conscience.

He knew now that the images had been false renderings, planted by the Valeyard. Peri was alive! Alive and well and living happily with her new beau.

Relieved and overjoyed, still there was an air of sadness about him. He didn't regret that Peri had found a better companion than himself. Only that he'd never had the chance to say goodbye.
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2005-11-20 10:45 am
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What are you like in the morning?

"Good morning, Peri!" said the Doctor brightly as his companion shuffled into the control room.

"What's so good about it?" she grumbled, her hands cupped around a steaming mug of tea.

"What's so bad about it?" he replied. Punching a series of controls, he indicated the wall monitor with a grand sweep of his hand. It came to life with a picture of an endless sea of velvet set with twinkling stars. "There? You see? A million beautiful sunrises over a billion planets throughout the cosmos. "It's a beautiful morning. Or evening. Depends entirely on where you are, doesn't it?"

Plumping herself down on the seat of a wicker peacock chair in a corner of the control room, she glowered at him over her tea. "I don't get it. How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"This! Waking up so cheerful!" she demanded, as if it were a personal affront. "I mean, yesterday we were nearly frozen to death in some nasty metal catacombs and then we were chased by Cybermen who got into the TARDIS and very nearly tore us into little pieces and AREN'T YOU TIRED?"

He blinked at her, clearly taken aback by her outburst. "Well no, actually. I'm not. In fact, I feel rather refreshed."

"That's exactly what I mean! After all of that, how can you possibly sleep enough to be Mister Happy Sunshine every morning?"

"Ahhh. I see." He looked at her sympathetically. "I don't need nearly as much rest as you do. That's not an insult to your tolerance, incidentally. Just the facts of a different physiology."

"Alien, you mean."

"In a word," he agreed. "Sleep and rest to me are two entirely different things to me."

Peri frowned, mulling this over. "Okay. So Time Lords don't need sleep."

"Not in the way you'd define it, no."

"Fine. I get that." She glowered at him accusingly. "But do you have to be so cheerful before the rest of the universe is awake?"
doctor6: (d6 up)
2005-11-03 07:36 am

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

He wasn't overly fond of mirrors. In fact, there was only one in the whole of the TARDIS and that was a full-length silvered glass he'd gotten while visiting Victorian England. It wasn't something he sought out. Sometimes he forgot it was there at all. But every now and again he couldn't resist a peek at himself. He wasn't a slave to vanity so much as curiousity. Not surprisingly, he only seemed to stumble across the mirror after he'd undergone another regeneration. Physically, he always managed to change so completely he hardly seemed the same being at all. But there was something in the eyes that never changed. Whether they became blue or green or brown, they were windows to a keen mind and a sharp intelligence, compassion and the wisdom born of centuries. In a way, the Doctor's eyes were mirrors themselves; reflections of the amazing and terrible things they'd seen througout the cosmos.
doctor6: (d6 up)
2005-10-20 09:41 pm
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What do you do to relax?

Did you know that there are over five hundred thousand planets in the cosmos that are perfectly suited for fishing? Five hundred twenty-six thousand forty-eight to be exact. There's nothing quite so relaxing as spending a lazy afternoon on a grassy bank beside a stream. My fishing pole and thou, O glorious Gumblejack. One sentient being against nature, may the better being win. I intend to visit each and every one of those five hundred thousand planets and cast my line in their crystal blue (or green or magenta) waters.

What was it Henry once said? "Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink, I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains."

I wonder how many fishing holes I can discover in an eternity.
doctor6: (d6 windswept)
2005-09-30 07:45 am
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Most people wish that I ...

"Who in the 'ell do you think you are, poking your nose into our affairs?" demanded the Magistrate, his round face flushed with anger as well as the aftermath of having been forced to run several kilometers. "We was fine!" he managed, finally catching his breath. "We was peaceful! Nothing goin' wrong 'ere, til you came along! Now lookit what y've done!"

The Doctor, not the least bit winded, was watching the corridor with sharp blue eyes. If it had been up to him, they'd still be running toward the Citadel. In his experienced opinion, this pause for the Official to catch his breath was not necessarily a wise one. For one thing, he insisted on making the kind of loud, blustery noises that always came with Government office. "I suggest you save your breath for another sprint instead of using it to attract every living thing in the Northern Hemisphere," he said tersely.

"Where do you get off talkin' to me like that?" raged the Magistrate. "What gives you the right to come bargin' in, smart as ya please, and tellin' us how to be living our lives? Why us? Why couldn't you leave well enough alone?"

"Because 'well enough', as you call it, was subjugating your people without their even knowing it," he snapped.

"We know what we're doing! We're not some backwater civilization on a rock in the middle of nowhere! We're a trade planet! We've got commerce! We've got --"

"Problems," said the Doctor. "You've got --"

"OBJECTIVE IS IN SIGHT!" cried an electronic voice that reverberated down the corridor. A metallic eyestalk could be seen coming around the farthest corner. As it saw the two fugitives the voice exclaimed, "DO NOT MOVE! DO NOT MOVE!"

"I suggest we discuss my meddling later." The Doctor began to slowly back away, looking quickly over his shoulder at the next junction. "Right now . . . I suggest that we . . . RUN!" He grabbed the startled Official by the hand and dragged him around the next corner, out of sight.

"STOP! STOP!" shrilled their pursuer. "OR YOU WILL BE EX-TER-MI-NATED!!!"

The Dalek resumed it's relentless pursuit.
doctor6: (d6 tardis)
2005-09-13 01:01 pm
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To thine own self be true

Talk about a time you realized that someone close to you was not the person you thought you knew.

There can't possibly be anyone quite as close to you as yourself, can there? No one else could possibly know you better. Your likes and dislikes, what makes you happy or angry. Your deepest, darkest secrets and heartfelt desires. To thine own self be true, isn't that the old adage?

Unless you happen to be one of the few species in the cosmos capable of total regeneration. I don't mean the sort of regeneration that happens when a lizard loses a tail or a Deluvian Slimedevil loses a fin. Those are merely extensions of the host, grown back after a period of time. When a Time Lord regenerates, it's more than just the reparation of cells and tissue or the replacement of extremities. It is a complete and utter metamorphosis, both physically and psychologically. While the basic ideals remain the same, the thought processes and personality can change somewhat dramatically. Take my previous incarnation. We're nothing alike. Complete opposites. As a matter of fact, he -- I -- was bordering on neurosis! And what in the name of Kasterborous ever possessed me to fancy cricket?

You see? You never quite know what you're going to get after a regeneration. I am still quintessentially the Doctor. And yet I am a complete stranger, even to myself.
doctor6: (d6 windswept)
2005-08-23 05:51 pm
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Ultimate Betrayal

How best to describe betrayal? Unfaithfulness. Treachery. Perfidity. Duplicty.

Davros.

A brilliant but amoral scientist who used genetics to commit genocide. Everything Davros did, he did in the name of his people, the Kaleds. Instead, he destroyed them. Changed them. Mutated them. In his mania to create the perfect Kaled, he instead gave birth to one of the most ruthless races in the Cosmos.

Davros did more than betray his home and his people. He betrayed every being and every civilization that ever fell -- or will fall -- to the Daleks.
doctor6: (d6 up)
2005-08-23 01:44 pm

Dietary Supplement

"This," said the Doctor, pointing with indignation at the plate before him, "is far worse than carrot juice."

"That," countered Mel, just as loudly, "is full of protein and potassium for energy and stamina. It's a classic recipe."

"Classic recipe? Classic recipe?! It's a peanut butter and banana sandwich!"

"It was good enough for Elvis."

"And look where it got him. No thank you!" He pushed away the plate. "If it's all the same to you, I'll have the carrot juice."

"Suit yourself," sighed Mel dramatically as she turned away . . . and allowed herself a tiny smile of satisfaction.
doctor6: (d6 tardis)
2005-08-08 08:04 am

Ask Me (borrowed from [livejournal.com profile] go_fer_coffee)

Ask me for "top five" lists of pretty much anything, and I will list you my top five of that thing or things.

Copy and give your own top fives.
doctor6: (d6 up)
2005-08-07 06:55 pm
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What is your greatest strength?

I should like to think my greatest strength is my intellect. At the risk of sounding a braggart, I am a genius. However. Intelligence alone can be programmed into any number of sophisticated computers. Any android will readily assure you of that.

I, on the other hand, am not a computer, and therein lies my true strength. Compassion. My ability to feel as well as to think in any given situation. My capacity to care about the welfare of others and the inevitable outcome of my actions. I can recount any number of occasions when I chose empathy over intellect, in spite of what logic insisted should be the recommended course of action. In other words, I went with my hearts. No, it isn't very logical. But it has proven most effective against emotionally deficient adversaries, like daleks and cybermen.