Dreaming of Doctors
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beccaelizabethI dreamed I was living in a fortress with two drawbridges and a bit in between to trap people. We looked outside and saw the 10th Doctor on a white horse galloping towards the gates with a white demon taller than he was charging along after them. I went to wind the gates down, then as soon as he was on the first drawbridge I started to wind them up again. He had to jump the horse down from the second bridge but the demon still got past the first. So our front, and indeed only, door was full of big white demon. And our main hall was full of Doctor on a horse. I wedged the big wheel of drawbridge open and closing shut with a big wooden bar meant for the purpose, and when I turned around the Doctor and the horse were already gone.
I found the Doctor in the kitchen, waiting on the kettle for tea. I hugged him tight and he slightly awkwardly hugged me back. He was sort of slightly awkward all over. He looked right, spiky chaos hedgehog hair and a blue suit, but maybe too blue. And he was sort of hot and clammy, hot for a human even, and he smelled sort of funny, more like salt meat than honey. So when I unhugged I put my hands on his neck. I felt the pulse. And then I frowned and gave the man a meaningful stare and waited.
"Oh, well. You know I can control my heart rate... hearts, but I'm alternating now, giving one time off. Just slowing down. It's calming."
His accent was off too, a couple of accents sideways, and you could write it with only the usual number of vowels, even when he said 'well'.
I gave him a very hard stare and 'reminded' him I'd seen him with his hearts out of synch before, and it was never relaxing.
"Ah. Right," he said, and now his accent was Scots.
Then the kettle started to whistle and we broke off for the important things.
But while we got the cups out I noticed something was coming in through the air vents, and then I smelled it and it was horrible and made my mouth taste bad. So we ran (tealess), back into the main hall.
We found two other people there, asked them how they got in. They waved at the big doors. The doors that were hanging open.
Demon escaped! How? I was right with the not-Doctor. ... but the horse was gone. The big white exactly the same color as the demon horse. Oh dear...
But then! The Doctor appeared! The Eleventh Doctor. He was behind the sofa. He popped up and shook hands with the not-10th-Doctor, saying how pleased he was to meet The Doctor, the first Doctor, wow! And the not-Doctor started glowing, and the wave of regeneration energy swept over him, and when it was done he hadn't changed at all... except for his pulses... and he fainted.
And then the 11th Doctor met a very tall woman who had just arrived and shook her hand, and shook my hand too, and we all fainted. And when we woke up we were all carefully arranged on soft things, and we all felt a bit different. And there were more people around. All dressed and equipped from different eras, all looking confused. And the Doctor or Rory the Roman met each of them, and shook their hand, and regeneration energy rolled up over them in a big wave, and when it was done each was standing there looking shocked, and they were greeted as the First Doctor. Each and all. Whatever species they'd started as, whatever race, however much of them was a cyborg before the regeneration covered it all, the Doctor and Rory the Roman called them the First Doctor. Except for the one very tall woman, who was now a very tall but rather younger woman, who was scowling. Her he called First Councillor, and she was not best pleased about it. He'd landed her with a job, and she knew she wasn't going to be any good at it. But the Doctor told her she'd have plenty of time to get good at it, as would we all. And he was sure we'd all be brilliant.
And then he left, and we were standing there in the great hall, a dozen First Doctors and a First Councillor, who started trying to get us organised.
... 'herding cats' does not begin to cover it. A dozen Doctors together? Ooooooh, this is where it gets complicated...
:-D
I don't know where the Doctor would get regeneration energy from. Maybe he found a watch but the owner was dead already. And if everyone only had one life each and no training were they Time Lords? Probably not. But it would be an interesting way to muddle the story, to make it so nobody knows what to expect when the Doctor arrives again.
Rory was Rory the Roman, and I realised, that has the same function as Clark Kent and Superman. Rory did it first, when he was the Last Centurion. He could go get a job right next to the display on his life and nobody would twig, because the distinguishing features were all the Roman stuff. So if the Doctor is sending Rory out to do the kind of errands that might make enemies, he sends Rory the Roman, who can be taken off and left in the TARDIS wardrobe while nurse Rory has a nice quiet rest of his life at home.
... also it looks good and is fun.
Time Travellers would have to develop tricks to make sure other time travellers don't try and cut them off in the cradle. Obscuring one's own origins would be standard, so we have Captain Jack and River Song and The Doctor and The Master and who knows what they were called before they were so kick arse? Rory the Roman still has a connection, but really, everyone remembered the Roman part, he's going to end up with a Time Lord name in the story soon enough. The Roman, travelling with The Doctor for all the parts that require poking things with sharp objects. :-D
But (spoilers) fixing one's own death would be a good trick too. Especially if it's the other guys who make it into a fixed point. Everyone involved would know you can't mess with that, including the people who wanted him dead that badly. It means they can't go and kill him earlier, they can't double back and find him as a child even if they knew how, because they're the ones that made a fixed point of his death. Nothing before his death can be altered if they want him to arrive at his death. The Silence have, with the active collusion of The Doctor, just write protected The Doctor's whole life. At least from any time traveller that knows the incident and knows the rules. Awesome.
But if you got a lot of different people running around being The Doctor then there's a different way in which it's futile to go back and cut them off early. Especially if they all regenerated before they started being annoying. Double especially if nobody ever told which of them was who. You'd have to get all of them before you could be sure of getting even one.
... which would be an excellent incentive to work together, come to think...
... or to get all backstab...
But then (same spoilers) that would be why to call them all The Doctor, after the write protecting death trick. Everyone knows already that the Doctor has many faces. And the Silence know which one he looks like when he dies, and that it is a fixed point and messing with it destroys time and the universe. Other time travellers know. So any time traveller calling themself The Doctor would slide under the same protection. Multiply good trick!
... also, any trick that allows me (and other fans) to become the Doctor sounds great to me.
:-D
I found the Doctor in the kitchen, waiting on the kettle for tea. I hugged him tight and he slightly awkwardly hugged me back. He was sort of slightly awkward all over. He looked right, spiky chaos hedgehog hair and a blue suit, but maybe too blue. And he was sort of hot and clammy, hot for a human even, and he smelled sort of funny, more like salt meat than honey. So when I unhugged I put my hands on his neck. I felt the pulse. And then I frowned and gave the man a meaningful stare and waited.
"Oh, well. You know I can control my heart rate... hearts, but I'm alternating now, giving one time off. Just slowing down. It's calming."
His accent was off too, a couple of accents sideways, and you could write it with only the usual number of vowels, even when he said 'well'.
I gave him a very hard stare and 'reminded' him I'd seen him with his hearts out of synch before, and it was never relaxing.
"Ah. Right," he said, and now his accent was Scots.
Then the kettle started to whistle and we broke off for the important things.
But while we got the cups out I noticed something was coming in through the air vents, and then I smelled it and it was horrible and made my mouth taste bad. So we ran (tealess), back into the main hall.
We found two other people there, asked them how they got in. They waved at the big doors. The doors that were hanging open.
Demon escaped! How? I was right with the not-Doctor. ... but the horse was gone. The big white exactly the same color as the demon horse. Oh dear...
But then! The Doctor appeared! The Eleventh Doctor. He was behind the sofa. He popped up and shook hands with the not-10th-Doctor, saying how pleased he was to meet The Doctor, the first Doctor, wow! And the not-Doctor started glowing, and the wave of regeneration energy swept over him, and when it was done he hadn't changed at all... except for his pulses... and he fainted.
And then the 11th Doctor met a very tall woman who had just arrived and shook her hand, and shook my hand too, and we all fainted. And when we woke up we were all carefully arranged on soft things, and we all felt a bit different. And there were more people around. All dressed and equipped from different eras, all looking confused. And the Doctor or Rory the Roman met each of them, and shook their hand, and regeneration energy rolled up over them in a big wave, and when it was done each was standing there looking shocked, and they were greeted as the First Doctor. Each and all. Whatever species they'd started as, whatever race, however much of them was a cyborg before the regeneration covered it all, the Doctor and Rory the Roman called them the First Doctor. Except for the one very tall woman, who was now a very tall but rather younger woman, who was scowling. Her he called First Councillor, and she was not best pleased about it. He'd landed her with a job, and she knew she wasn't going to be any good at it. But the Doctor told her she'd have plenty of time to get good at it, as would we all. And he was sure we'd all be brilliant.
And then he left, and we were standing there in the great hall, a dozen First Doctors and a First Councillor, who started trying to get us organised.
... 'herding cats' does not begin to cover it. A dozen Doctors together? Ooooooh, this is where it gets complicated...
:-D
I don't know where the Doctor would get regeneration energy from. Maybe he found a watch but the owner was dead already. And if everyone only had one life each and no training were they Time Lords? Probably not. But it would be an interesting way to muddle the story, to make it so nobody knows what to expect when the Doctor arrives again.
Rory was Rory the Roman, and I realised, that has the same function as Clark Kent and Superman. Rory did it first, when he was the Last Centurion. He could go get a job right next to the display on his life and nobody would twig, because the distinguishing features were all the Roman stuff. So if the Doctor is sending Rory out to do the kind of errands that might make enemies, he sends Rory the Roman, who can be taken off and left in the TARDIS wardrobe while nurse Rory has a nice quiet rest of his life at home.
... also it looks good and is fun.
Time Travellers would have to develop tricks to make sure other time travellers don't try and cut them off in the cradle. Obscuring one's own origins would be standard, so we have Captain Jack and River Song and The Doctor and The Master and who knows what they were called before they were so kick arse? Rory the Roman still has a connection, but really, everyone remembered the Roman part, he's going to end up with a Time Lord name in the story soon enough. The Roman, travelling with The Doctor for all the parts that require poking things with sharp objects. :-D
But (spoilers) fixing one's own death would be a good trick too. Especially if it's the other guys who make it into a fixed point. Everyone involved would know you can't mess with that, including the people who wanted him dead that badly. It means they can't go and kill him earlier, they can't double back and find him as a child even if they knew how, because they're the ones that made a fixed point of his death. Nothing before his death can be altered if they want him to arrive at his death. The Silence have, with the active collusion of The Doctor, just write protected The Doctor's whole life. At least from any time traveller that knows the incident and knows the rules. Awesome.
But if you got a lot of different people running around being The Doctor then there's a different way in which it's futile to go back and cut them off early. Especially if they all regenerated before they started being annoying. Double especially if nobody ever told which of them was who. You'd have to get all of them before you could be sure of getting even one.
... which would be an excellent incentive to work together, come to think...
... or to get all backstab...
But then (same spoilers) that would be why to call them all The Doctor, after the write protecting death trick. Everyone knows already that the Doctor has many faces. And the Silence know which one he looks like when he dies, and that it is a fixed point and messing with it destroys time and the universe. Other time travellers know. So any time traveller calling themself The Doctor would slide under the same protection. Multiply good trick!
... also, any trick that allows me (and other fans) to become the Doctor sounds great to me.
:-D