Christmas Open Thread

[rude_not_ginger]

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• THE DOCTOR LEARNS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS •

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Christmas Eve. 2009.

The Doctor loved Christmas! Back when he was a wee Time Lord, the first place he ever landed was London on Christmas Eve. He promised himself he'd never miss another Christmas ever, but that promise went into the same pile as "Lose weight" and "Regenerate a better hairline" and "Stop leaving companions in other universes". But the Doctor had never quite gotten the hang of New Years'. (He once spent several hours commiserating on the similarity between the confusing nature of New Years and Thursdays with one Arthur Dent, who will sadly not be appearing in this piece of narrative. -editor)

But! Through all his travels in space and time, he still hadn't quite figured out what Christmas was for exactly. Except as a yearly excuse for turkey, too much wine, and plum pudding (all of which the Doctor approved of). This year, though, as he strode the streets on this wonderful Christmas Eve, the Doctor decided he would figure out exactly what Christmas was all about.

This may or may not have included use of a intergalactic manipulative detector and a full pack of radio stellar isotopian crystals. Oh, and a cup of hot chocolate. In a festively-coloured cup.

There was a lovely light snow, and the Doctor grinned madly at the stars. Christmas. This year, he was going to figure out what it was all about.


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OOC: Open thread, feel free to tag in as if your character is a passerby or as if your character is a long-standing companion! I'll be working on this thread up until the New Year, most likely! Everyone from any verse (or no verse!) is welcome, just let me know if you'd prefer it from a community or specific universe! And, for this thread, threadhopping is totally welcome!

Happy Holidays, everyone! &hearts

Comments

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

She registered that the Doctor was flailing off-balance, but she was too engaged in trying to keep her own feet steady so she didn't see him flailing towards her until just before his shoulder hit her chest, and instinctively throwing up her hands to stop him meant--

--and that was the floor grating imprinting itself on the back of her head. Funny, she'd never really thought stars could be black before. If the Doctor was nearby she couldn't tell; the air had wooshed out of her lungs, which was making it impossible to complain about their landing.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor, now sprawled awkwardly over Lucy on the floor of the console room, struggled to get up without falling further onto her.

"Sorry!" he said, embarrassed by their position. "Sorry!"

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

It took a few moments of struggling to draw air into her lungs, during which she was pretty sure her arms at least were flailing of their own accord, for Lucy to actually be able to say "I can't breathe!" And that was when she realized she was tangled up in the Doctor and he was making it worse.

"Stop!" she wheezed, and tried bracing a hand on his chest to push herself back and away from him.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Continued here: http://rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com/288767.html