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]

The Doctor glanced back to Donna, but said nothing. Well, taking her to see Sarah Jane and her dog was off the list for next Christmas, then. He inwardly pouted. K-9 was clever! Wasn't it?

"Well, building robots is an excellent diversion if you're bored. But who would be powerful enough to create this but have no desire to take over the planet? It's just waiting, ripe, here for the picking."

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

There was no question in her mind that the Doctor himself must've built a robot or two in his time--he did have that sonic screwdriver, after all. Even he must get bored every now and then. Lord knows she did on occasion.

"Oi, I'll thank you not to talk about my planet as if it were an apple in some galactic tree." But she fell silent, thinking about his question. Surely, it can't have been there for the Boxing Day sales. "What if the alien was here for a similar reason you are? To discover what Christmas is all about? Only, it landed here in the middle of a busy shop and was scared out of its mind?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

That was something that hadn't even occurred to the Doctor. "Well, from eighty billion lightyears away, I imagine Christmas looks even more confusing than it does from closeup," the Doctor agreed. "Might not have meant any harm."

He nodded to Donna. He really was glad she was here. She was brilliant. "Right! Only one way to find out. We need to communicate with it."

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

"Right, then," she agreed, steeling herself. The expression on her face grew determined as she looked ahead. She was ready for anything! Butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach, the excitement of the situation taking hold of her again. Felt that way meeting any new alien creatures these days. Couldn't help it!

But then she turned to him and asked, curiously, "How are we supposed to do that? I'm not psychic."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"No," the Doctor said. "But you are human, and you're empathic enough that if you reach out psychically, and as long as it's benign, it will reach back."

He gave her a smile. "And I'll be here to help."

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

She smiled weakly back at him, even as a small part of her mind told her he was probably just humouring her and there was no way she'd really be able to help like that. Funny how the voice sounded a bit like her mum... Still, she had to try.

"I know," she said, nodding. "I'll need as much help as I can get. Can't even guess a single number right for the lottery drawing half the time."

The moment she closed her mouth, she began to think about a message she wanted to send to the creature. She had no idea how it all worked and reasoned that maybe it was like how someone might rehearse what they're going to say to someone inside their head before letting the words come out.

"Erm, hello? You don't have to be afraid; we're not going to harm you," she thought, keeping her inner voice gentle and calm.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Continued: http://rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com/287751.html