Having put the turkey in the oven earlier in the morning, Ian went back to Susan's TARDIS with the rest of the ingredients for their Christmas dinner. Since neither of the people he would be eating with would know what was traditional or not, Ian could have just made it up. But that would be cheating, and instead he had spent most of the previous ( Read more... )

They were almost done decorating the TARDIS for the holidays. Indeed, since the Doctor's restoration, the ship himself had proven more than inclined to assist, and now the walls glowed with the warm glow of winter firelight, even where no flames existed. Reinette did not have a care if it was as simple as a 'screensaver' as her husband muttered to ( Read more... )

Lady High President Flavia is at her desk looking through pieces of highly important interplanetary papers when she comes across something as odd and unexpected as a protocol 12-7 communicator. Something that she did not give permission to instate. She clicks it on, "This is your Lady High President. May I ask who has instated emergency protocol 12 ( Read more... )

Susan was sitting outside her TARDIS, listening to music on a record player which she'd dragged out onto the grass. She could probably have got hold of a much more advanced music player in this time period, but she liked the old, familar click of her records ( Read more... )

Up the darkened stairs, one will find long rows of corridors. The lighting is dim, hidden behind Tiffany lamps and dark green shades. Portraits of Mr. Brushire grace the walls, all different takes on the same face, the same pose, from cubism to expressism to realism and back again ( Read more... )

The house looks like something history hasn't touched in at least five decades. It sits on the top of a mountain, cold and solitary, a beacon to an era that is no more. The stone building stands hundreds of feet tall; a miniature palace with a deco-feel, long columns standing on either side of a singular stone cylinder ( Read more... )

 C'rizz made his way slowly, and with some difficulty (did the corridors keep moving around?), back to the console room, where Susan was still doing whatever it was you needed to do to make the Tardis go. He entered the room quietly and stood solemnly by the doorway, waiting for Susan to finish; now almost indistinguishable from the wall, he was ( Read more... )

The Doctor was restless ( Read more... )

*crackle*

This is an encoded message from the Sensorite Assistance Squad, with information regarding the rediscovered ship outside of the Develoka airspace for anyone who is willing to attempt to help the crew ( Read more... )

Susan wasn't entirely sure why she didn't like this place. Her grandfather was here (albeit several regenerations on from the last time she'd seen him and, in one case, female). She should have been happy ( Read more... )