a minor glitch in the itineraryedenfallingDecember 7 2015, 02:27:11 UTC
"Someday," Martha said as she stared out the TARDIS door into pitch black night rather than the promised 'glorious nature reserve, the most botanically fascinating place in a hundred light-years and two millennia and around noon the angle of the sunlight strikes rainbows from crystals in the tree bark, you'll love it' "just once, you are going to land us on a planet at the correct relative time of day, at which point I will applaud madly, but for now, you owe me tea, a good fry-up breakfast, and a pirated copy of the third season of that Rigelian soap opera whose name I can't pronounce, because there is no way in the world I'm going to risk breaking my neck for plants I can't even see."
Outside on the gravel path, the Doctor pouted: "Oh, but Martha, think of the stargazing we could--"
"No," Martha said firmly, and shut the door on him.
Re: a minor glitch in the itineraryidhren24December 8 2015, 14:21:13 UTC
Ahahahahahahaha amazing. I love the buildup here - the contrast between 'pitch black night' and the promised wonders of 'around noon' that Martha had clearly been looking forward to, going by her keen memory for the Doctor's exact words, and Martha's desired coping strategies for riding out the circadian misalignment (and oh, of course the Doctor rarely manages to get the right time of day, he has so much trouble getting the right year), and how all that verbiage slams into the short statement of fact that is the Doctor, already out the door (heh) looking back in, pouting, attempting to restart and reframe her enthusiasm for exploration to fit the time of day, and Martha saying 'no' and shutting him out, which is so satisfying. <3
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RE: Re: a minor glitch in the itineraryedenfallingDecember 8 2015, 18:44:39 UTC
I think humans getting interested in/addicted to bits of alien culture (or even just human culture from the wrong era) is definitely a facet of TARDIS travel that's not dealt with enough. Then again, an awful lot of media is oddly silent about the way humans consume and interact with stories, as if their events take place in a strange alternate reality where only five hundred books, a dozen movies, and two (boring) television shows exist.
I'm glad the effect of all those words slamming into Martha's single "No" and closed door worked out in practice as well as in my head. :-)
RE: Re: a minor glitch in the itineraryidhren24December 11 2015, 10:56:03 UTC
That's true, about stories. And Doctor Who is still being fairly good about that. And I loved this for all the above reasons, which I could not have explained so thoroughly. Marmota
Susan Foreman idly draws hypercubes in her physics notebook. Barbara is one of her favorite teachers, but sometimes she forgets how limited the knowledge of these things is at these specific coordinates. It’s still hard to get used to this - neither she nor Grandfather have it in their temperaments to settle down.
Oh, this is a delight - what a pleasure to come back from the holidays and find this gift waiting for me! I love the mental image of Carole Ann Ford sketching idle hypercubes, and the more metaphorical (but no less jarring) sense of 'TARDIS-lag' dislocation you explore here - I get the sense that, unlike usual jet-lag, what's really disorienting and unsettling Susan here is not so much not being where she had been before the most recent TARDIS trip and the difference (seasonally, temporally, etc.) with where she is now, but rather being still in one time and place long enough to start having to accustom herself to the rhythms there at all.
yeah, that's exactly the idea i was going for, i'm glad you picked up on that! Susan definitely seems the type to doodle images that haven't been thought up yet in her current time. I hope you had a good holiday and that my story was just the icing on the cake. Thanks again :)
Twelfth Doctor, Bill Pottsidhren24February 23 2018, 06:20:06 UTC
"Do you ever get jet lag--or...TARDIS lag," Bill wonders out of the blue.
"You and your wonderful questions that nobody ever thinks to ask," the Doctor grins; this girl is a gem, for thinking outside of the box, always asking him the things that, for some reason, nobody has ever asked him in all his years; he can't help but appreciate her for it, as she forces him to think of his own life from fresh new angles. "It's happened now and then," he admits, "with all the different time zones and planets, and everything; it's unavoidable, really, but you eventually come to get used to it."
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Outside on the gravel path, the Doctor pouted: "Oh, but Martha, think of the stargazing we could--"
"No," Martha said firmly, and shut the door on him.
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I'm glad the effect of all those words slamming into Martha's single "No" and closed door worked out in practice as well as in my head. :-)
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And I loved this for all the above reasons, which I could not have explained so thoroughly.
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"You and your wonderful questions that nobody ever thinks to ask," the Doctor grins; this girl is a gem, for thinking outside of the box, always asking him the things that, for some reason, nobody has ever asked him in all his years; he can't help but appreciate her for it, as she forces him to think of his own life from fresh new angles. "It's happened now and then," he admits, "with all the different time zones and planets, and everything; it's unavoidable, really, but you eventually come to get used to it."
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