WIP Meme (3)
A return to the WIP meme (posting lines from your currents WIPs without explanations.) Just to assure myself I do make some progress, if only here and there...
The other woman turned and gave her a shy smile in turn that illuminated her rather plain face. “It is. And what else does it not contain? It is a bewildering sight - a mixture of a genii palace and a mighty bazaar. I do not think I shall entirely be able to keep away during my stay here.” (No)
The trouble with the Doctor, thought Charley, was that, even when one was sitting happily on a woollen blanket in a meadow armed with an exciting novel and a sandwich or two, one couldn’t help wondering where he was and what sort of mess he was getting himself into this time. (Still no... It is high up on the to-do list, though.)
“Yes?” said Leela, emerging into his line of view. “Do you have something to say about me, fat one?” (Yep. The Leela/Colby thing.)
“Yes,” she said, her voice faltering. “I mean, that’s jolly clever and what have you, but I still don’t understand what someone did with the elephant.” (No. Although I DID work out the answer to what someone did with the elephant, so...)
Just so that everyone knows why I did this when they trip over my lifeless body in the middle of the staff room. Assuming anyone notices, which they might not. (No. Still looking like maybe never.)
“I can assure you’re we’re perfectly harmless,” said the Doctor with a smile, on being confronted by a science officer with a scowl and a scanner and various members of Security keeping phasers aimed at him. He raised his hands, as did the two girls with him. “Well, aside from Tegan on a bad day.” (No. *cough*)
Then he stopped, a stillness in him that was emphasised by the silence that fell at the ending of the current song. His red eyes rested on Peri, seeming to glow. “Now this young lady - she should sing.” (Yes! Finally! Winged Shadows)
Nell Wilson glanced at her friend. “And the worst thing is, she means so well. I’m not saying she can’t be an imp - she clearly has it in her - but she’s obviously trying hard to fit in with us. Where can she be from and who wished her onto us, is what I want to know?” (No.)
"So," said the Doctor, "when I advised you never to trust the Master and avoid being alone with him at all costs, which part of that did you freely interpret as 'Oh, well, I shall just go and get engaged to him then'?" (No. Sadly.)
"Of course not," he said. "Come on, Sarah. It'll make a change from Hangman." (No, but I would still like to do this one. *sigh*).
"Well, it's got a set of very sharp teeth there. Harry, you stay here and I'll fetch the Brig - even if he has gone into First Class!" (No. It looks very unlikely to happen.)
“Look, I’m not asking to darken your doors if you’re going to be so catty about it,” said the lone female in an outmoded dress, who was at the centre of the commotion. “Just tell me if you’ve seen a skinny guy in odd clothes and I’ll be off.” (No... And I was going to. I blame that TV Meme.)
Sarah hopped up after him. “Oh, no,” she said. “Sit here alone waiting to be got at? I don’t think so, Colonel!” (Yes. The Christmas fic.)
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. “Torchwood? I’m not particularly fond of them, either, so I sympathise with your reaction, but I hadn’t noticed them going round spoiling weddings. Something they make a habit of, is it?” (Yep - wedding fic. Done.)
*
With lines from the WIPs I have of course started since, despite this. *rolls eyes* (TV memes are not good for your sanity.)
*
He turned his sharp gaze on him, bright blue eyes that had something of the sparkle of the frost about them. “What I should like, my dear boy, is to find out what was the cause!”
“I didn’t like to say I didn’t,” she said. “Best to humour Quality, I always find, sir.”
She glared at him. “Don’t call me names, as if I’m not a person. And, yes it is. People like you don’t marry the housemaid! That’s what would be like some silly story - well, no, not even those would have something so stupid.” (This one at least is nearly done, being the AU Nat and Tilly.)
“And, of course,” added Nat, “it could always turn out to be the end of the world again, so I think we should.”
"Did you want something?" he asked, and leant back against the wall of the hallway. "Oh, yes, that's right: there's a demon in the hotel. Well, stuff you, Mary. Just go. Try a priest, not a policeman."
"A werewolf," he snapped. "So, yes. Damn fool nonsense, Dr Webber. There's something out there and we need to track it down, but I'm not subscribing to that sort of thinking!"
"I can see it will be encumbent on me to make your acquaintance," he observed. "I don't know your name, or anything of that nature, but I'm sure I shall contrive. I imagine that if I were to begin by restoring you to your family - assuming you have a family - that should endear me to them..."
He looked back. "Yes, and bloody marvellous you must have been at it, Dr Webber, because you never even knew aliens existed until you came here!"
The other woman turned and gave her a shy smile in turn that illuminated her rather plain face. “It is. And what else does it not contain? It is a bewildering sight - a mixture of a genii palace and a mighty bazaar. I do not think I shall entirely be able to keep away during my stay here.” (No)
The trouble with the Doctor, thought Charley, was that, even when one was sitting happily on a woollen blanket in a meadow armed with an exciting novel and a sandwich or two, one couldn’t help wondering where he was and what sort of mess he was getting himself into this time. (Still no... It is high up on the to-do list, though.)
“Yes?” said Leela, emerging into his line of view. “Do you have something to say about me, fat one?” (Yep. The Leela/Colby thing.)
“Yes,” she said, her voice faltering. “I mean, that’s jolly clever and what have you, but I still don’t understand what someone did with the elephant.” (No. Although I DID work out the answer to what someone did with the elephant, so...)
Just so that everyone knows why I did this when they trip over my lifeless body in the middle of the staff room. Assuming anyone notices, which they might not. (No. Still looking like maybe never.)
“I can assure you’re we’re perfectly harmless,” said the Doctor with a smile, on being confronted by a science officer with a scowl and a scanner and various members of Security keeping phasers aimed at him. He raised his hands, as did the two girls with him. “Well, aside from Tegan on a bad day.” (No. *cough*)
Then he stopped, a stillness in him that was emphasised by the silence that fell at the ending of the current song. His red eyes rested on Peri, seeming to glow. “Now this young lady - she should sing.” (Yes! Finally! Winged Shadows)
Nell Wilson glanced at her friend. “And the worst thing is, she means so well. I’m not saying she can’t be an imp - she clearly has it in her - but she’s obviously trying hard to fit in with us. Where can she be from and who wished her onto us, is what I want to know?” (No.)
"So," said the Doctor, "when I advised you never to trust the Master and avoid being alone with him at all costs, which part of that did you freely interpret as 'Oh, well, I shall just go and get engaged to him then'?" (No. Sadly.)
"Of course not," he said. "Come on, Sarah. It'll make a change from Hangman." (No, but I would still like to do this one. *sigh*).
"Well, it's got a set of very sharp teeth there. Harry, you stay here and I'll fetch the Brig - even if he has gone into First Class!" (No. It looks very unlikely to happen.)
“Look, I’m not asking to darken your doors if you’re going to be so catty about it,” said the lone female in an outmoded dress, who was at the centre of the commotion. “Just tell me if you’ve seen a skinny guy in odd clothes and I’ll be off.” (No... And I was going to. I blame that TV Meme.)
Sarah hopped up after him. “Oh, no,” she said. “Sit here alone waiting to be got at? I don’t think so, Colonel!” (Yes. The Christmas fic.)
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. “Torchwood? I’m not particularly fond of them, either, so I sympathise with your reaction, but I hadn’t noticed them going round spoiling weddings. Something they make a habit of, is it?” (Yep - wedding fic. Done.)
*
With lines from the WIPs I have of course started since, despite this. *rolls eyes* (TV memes are not good for your sanity.)
*
He turned his sharp gaze on him, bright blue eyes that had something of the sparkle of the frost about them. “What I should like, my dear boy, is to find out what was the cause!”
“I didn’t like to say I didn’t,” she said. “Best to humour Quality, I always find, sir.”
She glared at him. “Don’t call me names, as if I’m not a person. And, yes it is. People like you don’t marry the housemaid! That’s what would be like some silly story - well, no, not even those would have something so stupid.” (This one at least is nearly done, being the AU Nat and Tilly.)
“And, of course,” added Nat, “it could always turn out to be the end of the world again, so I think we should.”
"Did you want something?" he asked, and leant back against the wall of the hallway. "Oh, yes, that's right: there's a demon in the hotel. Well, stuff you, Mary. Just go. Try a priest, not a policeman."
"A werewolf," he snapped. "So, yes. Damn fool nonsense, Dr Webber. There's something out there and we need to track it down, but I'm not subscribing to that sort of thinking!"
"I can see it will be encumbent on me to make your acquaintance," he observed. "I don't know your name, or anything of that nature, but I'm sure I shall contrive. I imagine that if I were to begin by restoring you to your family - assuming you have a family - that should endear me to them..."
He looked back. "Yes, and bloody marvellous you must have been at it, Dr Webber, because you never even knew aliens existed until you came here!"