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rionaleonhart) wrote2009-02-22 08:26 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2009-02-22 08:26 pm
Had The English Won At Senlac, We Would Have Less Diverse Daleks.
Oh, dear. I keep wanting to update, partly because I am bored and partly because finding myself confronted by the twin stares of Derren Brown and his Jigglypuff every time I visit my journal is starting to seriously unnerve me, but my fandom of the moment is this ridiculous imaginary universe in which Derren Brown is the Doctor's companion, and I don't want to ramble about that too much for fear of giving away everything that happens in the fic.
Perhaps I could write a few snippets in which Derren and the Doctor pop into fandoms that aren't going to show up in the actual story? Yes, I believe I shall.
"I've worked it out!" the Doctor announces. "The cliff face on the left is allergic to feet!"
There is a pause.
"The cliff is allergic to feet," Derren says.
"I thought maybe it was sunglasses, but it's definitely feet. See, all the Zoombinis with feet are on the other side."
"The cliff," Derren says. "Is allergic. To feet."
"Humans," the Doctor says, rolling his eyes. "Show them a species that's born wearing rollerskates and they'll still have trouble with a little allergic cliff."
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"I'm sure there are more interesting places to visit than contemporary New Mexico."
"Contemporary for you, maybe," the Doctor points out. "I haven't been in 2008 for aaaaaages."
"I see," Derren says. "And is there any particular reason we've come to a school?"
The Doctor grins. Somewhere inside the building, a bell rings.
Derren's mind goes suddenly blank, and the next thing of which he is aware is dancing in a huge group of brightly-clad teenagers, singing enthusiastically about the end of the school day. He is more than a little perturbed by this. The mildly worrying issue of involuntary singing and the embarrassment of being twice the age of his fellow dancers aside, Derren is not particularly enthusiastic about the end of the school day. The end of the school day means there are many more Channel Four watchers on the street to stop him, making any sort of journey five times longer. The song is a highly inaccurate representation of his feelings.
When whatever has induced this (hopefully) temporary insanity forces him to drop to one knee and serenade the Doctor, however, he decides that accuracy is overrated.
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Derren has a vague feeling that bursting into giggles may not be the wisest thing to do, given the circumstances. The circumstances, of course, being 'Derren is at present concealed in the undergrowth, downwind from a vampire with incredible speed, strength and senses, who has recently ripped the head off a still-living deer and is probably entirely capable of doing the same thing to Derren'.
But there are only so many reponses possible when a deadly, terrifying predator stands in the sunlight and sparkles.
Speaking of giant mechanical spiders, I have been rewatching the first season of One Tree Hill with my housemates, and I find myself massively 'shipping Haley/Peyton this time around. They would be adorable! Please tell me that there is Haley/Peyton in the future, One Tree Hill watchers.
Perhaps I could write a few snippets in which Derren and the Doctor pop into fandoms that aren't going to show up in the actual story? Yes, I believe I shall.
"I've worked it out!" the Doctor announces. "The cliff face on the left is allergic to feet!"
There is a pause.
"The cliff is allergic to feet," Derren says.
"I thought maybe it was sunglasses, but it's definitely feet. See, all the Zoombinis with feet are on the other side."
"The cliff," Derren says. "Is allergic. To feet."
"Humans," the Doctor says, rolling his eyes. "Show them a species that's born wearing rollerskates and they'll still have trouble with a little allergic cliff."
"I'm sure there are more interesting places to visit than contemporary New Mexico."
"Contemporary for you, maybe," the Doctor points out. "I haven't been in 2008 for aaaaaages."
"I see," Derren says. "And is there any particular reason we've come to a school?"
The Doctor grins. Somewhere inside the building, a bell rings.
Derren's mind goes suddenly blank, and the next thing of which he is aware is dancing in a huge group of brightly-clad teenagers, singing enthusiastically about the end of the school day. He is more than a little perturbed by this. The mildly worrying issue of involuntary singing and the embarrassment of being twice the age of his fellow dancers aside, Derren is not particularly enthusiastic about the end of the school day. The end of the school day means there are many more Channel Four watchers on the street to stop him, making any sort of journey five times longer. The song is a highly inaccurate representation of his feelings.
When whatever has induced this (hopefully) temporary insanity forces him to drop to one knee and serenade the Doctor, however, he decides that accuracy is overrated.
Derren has a vague feeling that bursting into giggles may not be the wisest thing to do, given the circumstances. The circumstances, of course, being 'Derren is at present concealed in the undergrowth, downwind from a vampire with incredible speed, strength and senses, who has recently ripped the head off a still-living deer and is probably entirely capable of doing the same thing to Derren'.
But there are only so many reponses possible when a deadly, terrifying predator stands in the sunlight and sparkles.
Speaking of giant mechanical spiders, I have been rewatching the first season of One Tree Hill with my housemates, and I find myself massively 'shipping Haley/Peyton this time around. They would be adorable! Please tell me that there is Haley/Peyton in the future, One Tree Hill watchers.
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