Dollhouse Stories, pt. VI
Wow! This is my sixth story post about the Doctor Who dollhouse!
This is a big deal for me, because half the time I have trouble writing a 100 word fanfic.
Click here for the previous installment
A ruckus on the porch has brought John, guns drawn, out of the cakes and champagne.
There's no-one out there but Tribophysical Waveform Macro-kinetic Extrapolator, or "Xtrappy" for short.
The porch is a mess. The grill has been tipped over and all the ribs and kebabs - which Xtrappy has now been enjoying - that were cooking for dinner are ruined. It's a shame, but more attention should be paid to that open window leading into the dining room...
Where Ianto Jones has snuck in. Slipping through the dining room and into the kitchen, Ianto Jones quickly locates the downed Captain Jack. The Captain is still groggy from the whack on the head, but there's nothing like seeing a friendly face to lift the spirits.
Jack is feeling so much better that he helpfully points out how Ianto is kneeling in the remains of dessert. He should probably take his trousers off quick, before they're ruined.
The Master has moved on to the front bedroom and trashed it like the first.
In the dresser, he finds the drawer containing all of the various sonic devices and firearms. None of these are what he's looking for, however, and he continues his rampage through the upstairs.
Living with pacifists, you often find that they make you put the handguns away. Most villians, however, tend have a pro-armaments policy...
Which is why the Davids are still locked in the bathroom, resorting to rescue by rubber duck and cat litter scoop.
Space David has successfully squeezed out the window with the help of David and Doctor Bride. Their help and a firm grip on his boots is now required to keep him from tumbling out completely.
What they planned to do once they'd gotten out the window is a matter of debate - they are on the second floor and it's a long way down, especially if you're traveling head first. But, never fear!
River has made it into the sewing room, where she found a length of taffeta intended for the unfinished dress. The strong, silky trim makes excellent rope as she repells down the side of the house from the attic, spanner securely in her hip hostler.
Bonus picture time!
You may have noticed a dark spot on John's otherwise flawless, manly chin. That's a divot from when my boundries challenged adorable niece threw him across the room... less than five minutes after I got him out of the packaging. Grrr....