If you could be in the Olympics (summer or winter), what event/sport would you want to do most? Why?

"The 92/apple/gamma/24 Olympics!" the Doctor gushed with ebullient flourish, throwing open the doors of the TARDIS in the grand way that put trumpets on a red carpet to shame.

( It hadn't exactly been a question of 'why' as such, or even 'want'. )

Surprise! Your mother/a priest/an arch nemesis/the tax man/dinosaurs/your ex/a famous talk show host is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?!What had inclined Father Stephens to knock his aged knuckles on the blue doors of the incredibly blue police box in the middle of the road that day was something he would never be able to ( Read more... )

In a secluded corner on 19th century Earth, a vworping and a sort of muffled bang heralded the TARDIS' grand and hardly noticed arrival onto the scene of a crowded London street, complete with cobblestone roads and the smell of horses as carriages rushed by, with drivers yelling at people to get out of the way as they passed in a flurry of hooves ( Read more... )

"Oh, my god." Charley whispered, voice frighteningly small and hand grabbing his arm so tightly he was beginning to fear that it would break off and live a life of its own as a quantity surveyor. "What is that thing?"

He could honestly say that he had no answer.

( What does it take to be considered a monster? )