Welcome To The Opera

( My Thread)

The Doctor stormed into the TARDIS, making certain that the doors slammed shut behind him. That pompous, stuck up Brigadier and his stupid Geneva! As if he cared enough to throw himself about just for them. Didn't they realise he had better things to do?! He was a Time Lord after all. The nerve ( Read more... )

"That," lectured the Doctor, "would be the number of positive irons in the atmosphere. We're being attacked at this very moment by an un-countable number of them. And they'll be even more of them in years to come ( Read more... )

The Doctor sighed into his Pyridian conductor. For some terribly odd reason, it just wouldn't work. Maybe the UNIT labs were too humid for Pyridian technology? It certainly wasn't a lacking of the Doctor's skills, he was certain of that ( Read more... )

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1) Tinking with something relatively easy such as a circuit board or a small, simple robot ( Read more... )

With a fresh cup of tea in hand, the Doctor wandered back into the Academy lab singing some sort of Venusian song under his breath. Now that the students were back in their dorms for the rest of the evening (hopefully), the teachers had gone home or retired to their own sleeping quarters, he could make more of an attempt at getting work done. ( Read more... )

So, I have this meme where you make me write fanfiction. It's always open because I like the challenge. You can find it here.

Alitair Lethbridge-Stewart is not known for his patience ( Read more... )

[The Doctor leans with one hand on the control panal, rubbing his chin with the other.]

Hmm. How very odd.