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

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Greterica Cluster's a good long ways off," the Doctor said, peering into the vehicle. Well, he would be peering, if the windows weren't so heavily tinted.

"Probably nothing much bigger than this." He held his fingers a few inches apart. "Radiating psychic wavelengths, calling to people to come save it. Wouldn't show up on one of your detectors, but it showed up on mine." He held up his little device.

And, as an afterthought, he gave Ianto a little wave. "Hello! Lovely to meet you in person."

[hofficoffi.livejournal.com]

Ianto glanced at the little device, his brow furrowing in thought. "One moment," he said, and he moved to open the boot of the SUV.

After a few seconds of rummaging, he stopped and looked around the car. "Hello." He paused, then added, with just a bit of deadpan to mask his uncertainty, "Merry Christmas."

He rummaged around in the boot for a moment, flashes of interesting things appearing now and then. After dismissing most of what he found there, he pulled out a plastic baggie with a necklace inside. The chain was silver, the pendant a three inch long silver cylinder topped with a purple-swirled stone.

He fixed the Doctor with a well? look.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor gave a nod to the greeting. Ianto Jones. He thought he'd heard that name somewhere, besides just on the Torchwood manifesto and Jack Harkness's stories. Something else. Something significant...well, he'd remember eventually.

He held out the device, which beeped loudly the closer to the bag it got.

"Yep," the Doctor said. "That looks like it. Come on, then."

[hofficoffi.livejournal.com]

Ianto closed the boot with one hand and examined the label on the bag.

"Ebay," he said, as though that explained everything. Perhaps it did. "Description claimed it once belonged to a dowager baroness, but the whole batch looked suspicious."

At that point, Ianto realized he'd taken several steps toward the Doctor, as though prepared to follow him. That bothered him more than he cared to admit, as he already knew one person with that sort of personal magnetism, and if there was one thing he didn't need... "Come on where, exactly?" he asked, looking at the man (alien) before him properly for the first time. This, he reminded himself, was Jack's Doctor. Yvonne's Doctor. The Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Very clever. Figured out it wasn't from Earth and took care of it. Far better than the Doctor imagined the original Torchwood might've done. But this was Jack's Torchwood, wasn't it?

"Ooooh, the postal system probably knocked it around a bit, explains all the grematergar radiation leaking out of there," the Doctor said with a nod, as though this were just about as normal as humidity causing rain.

He sniffed and nodded his head backwards. "We've got to dispose of it before it rips a hole in the fabric of time. Very nasty, that."

[hofficoffi.livejournal.com]

Ianto nodded as well. Oddly enough, he was used to comments such as that, full of combinations of words that would confuse most other people. Often they confused him too, of course, but he'd learned how to not make that obvious.

Well, mostly.

"I see," he said. And then, his eyebrows raising a bit, "We?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

OOC: Sorry for the long delay!

The Doctor turned back, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I can't touch it, can I? Symbiotic pull in the mechanism, if I touch it, it'll leech on the psychic influences in my brain. Fortunately for you, being human, you have the advantage of it ignoring your brainwaves. Different frequency, you see."

It all made a lot of sense to the Doctor. "So. We."