FIC: The Kitchen Server's Tale (Valiant Tales)
Title: The Kitchen Server's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: G
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
A/N: Another holiday drabble. Nochebuena is Christmas Eve. Turron is a kind of almond candy, a traditional Christmas treat in Spain.
Tonight is Nochebuena. We lowly ones will "feast" on potatoes. Giovanni is making chips. (I must save some for Jake. Jews eat fried potatoes on their holiday.) Sweets? The turron that Bob smuggled for me, broken into morsels. Then we sing. I learned a French carol for Etienne.
So much to do! Savannah's jacket needs mending. I can embroider flowers over the rip.
We live in fear of a wicked king who slaughters the innocent. Into such a world Our Lord was born. I thank Him for all my dear friends. I only wish I had gifts for them.
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: G
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
A/N: Another holiday drabble. Nochebuena is Christmas Eve. Turron is a kind of almond candy, a traditional Christmas treat in Spain.
Tonight is Nochebuena. We lowly ones will "feast" on potatoes. Giovanni is making chips. (I must save some for Jake. Jews eat fried potatoes on their holiday.) Sweets? The turron that Bob smuggled for me, broken into morsels. Then we sing. I learned a French carol for Etienne.
So much to do! Savannah's jacket needs mending. I can embroider flowers over the rip.
We live in fear of a wicked king who slaughters the innocent. Into such a world Our Lord was born. I thank Him for all my dear friends. I only wish I had gifts for them.