Society for Creative Anachronism: Ten and Ainley!Master do the Ren Faire
The Doctor laughed for five minutes solid as the Master tugged his silver-encrusted collar, attempting to wait out the humiliation.
“Let me guess: you come here to feel impressive because you’re more historically accurate?”
“And better dressed,” the Master growled.
“You’re such
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*laughs*
*grins some more*
I love it when the Master's humiliated and cranky about it. I almost feel sorry for the SCA members. I definitely feel that the two of them should not be allowed to own pets (well, humans would be fine - they can feed themselves - but not dogs).
Loved these. Most amusing.
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I like some SCA people (I had to do a newspaper article on ren faire culture, so I Learned Much), as they're generally not as bad as some of the H-COR reenactment kids, who can get self-righteous in that way only Truest Nerds can manage. "You didn't knit that with the bone of a sparrow which you hunted with a longbow and flax you collected yourself from the very living hills of Stratford?! Hack!" It's like Martha Stewart with chain mail.
Maybe they're not the best pet owners? But I bet the TARDIS keeps the thing alive when they forget about it for a week, and the Doctor really wanted that dog to love...
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I've always thought the SCA sounded like fun, as long as you didn't take it too seriously.
"You didn't knit that with the bone of a sparrow which you hunted with a longbow and flax you collected yourself from the very living hills of Stratford?! Hack!"
I blame your comments with the muskrat and trebuchet, but I can see the Master doing that, if it was to knit something for the Doctor. Easily.
Daffodil's in good hands then. *grins* The TARDIS probably has a whole zoo of animals she's taking care of, accumulated by the Doctor over the years.
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Ha. Yep.
"Daffodil's in good hands then. *grins* The TARDIS probably has a whole zoo of animals she's taking care of, accumulated by the Doctor over the years."
O_O Is it just me or the the room of lost pets (and occasional forgotten companions) the SADDEST ROOM EVER? He stumbles in one day and it's just all these animals, prevented from aging/dying by the TARDIS, starring at him with sad eyes. Like all the abandoned Christmas puppies in the world.
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I can just see the Master walking up to some SCA guy going, "oh, you do realise that those buttons were only used from 1869 through 1897, right? And this is supposed to be set in 1867. Oh well. I guess some people just can't be bothered to sort all their hiostorical inaccuracies. And your leather pouch is tooled using ethanol. Too modern.
Well. I'm going to go find some one who actually knows what they're doing."
...and as for the second drabble, I have to wonder, who walks the dog?
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Oh I imagine that, along with 'who will top this week?' this is a source of great earnest debate, elaborate schemes to get out of having to do it, and Much Pouting.
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*giggle*
and the doctor is just sort of tagging along, and occasionally allowing the broken hearted Ren-Faire-ers to cry on his shoulder. Then the Master glares, and he pats them on the shoulder 'ther there everything will be alright' and runs off to catch up.
...But sometimes he just can't help himself and joins in.
And a -Master-Doctor tag-team would ruin the person for life.
....but at least the Doctor feels kind of bad about it afterwards.
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Okay. Wow. This is a creepy comment.
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B KIDDING PLZ.
SRSLY. ISREAL? RLY?
OK. *gives up wooing*
(But that's only one year, will be at JTS for two years! Think on it. Or, I mean, I will be in Israel next summer, also. I need to brush up on my v. bad heebs.)
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I was offered (it's not 100%, but there's a good chance) an Atlantic Monthly paid internship, so I might wind up in NY this summer? Family in Brooklyn has a spare bed. It's that or live with my parents back home while I work at the paper all summer. Ew.
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