these are just some random rambling dribbly things i've been writing down lately. most don't make much sense. and yeah.... i'll TRY to section them all together with the characters involved. (I.E. whoniverse will be one color, heroesverse another, random al bits in green or something, etc.)
enjoy. :)
Doctor Who/Torchwood universe
The Alabaster bits.
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"You save the universe. Ran an intergalactic organization. And are currently on the run from said organization and you're... you're BLOGGING!"
"What?" he asked. "Jack and Martha get to blog whenever THEY save the universe. Why can't I?"
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"James?"
"Sorry Quincy. Did I wake you?"
"No," he said sleepily, turning on his bunk and burying half his face into his pillow. "I was just drifting is all."
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"Someday, it'll be the end."
"Don't talk like that Doc."
"I've only got 3 regenerations left Jack. And when the last one's come and gone, she'll have nowhere else to go. Our home is gone. She won't be much trouble. She'll lock down to one spot-"
"I have an idea," Jack said as a smile slowly spread across his face.
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"You have a sister," he said. "Half-sister really."
"Oh?"
Jack nodded. "Her name is Jenny. One day, you'll meet her."
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"Dad, there's something I need your help with."
"Yeah, make it quick," Jack said, slowing his running pace a bit. "I'm in the middle of something."
"Who's calling you at a time like this? Hang up and keep running!" the Doctor shouted back to him.
"I died," the voice on the other end said. "Twice."
"What?" Jack said, stopping dead in his tracks.
The Doctor skid to a stop. "Come on Jack! Goombas! Flaming turtle shells and rolling mushrooms! Deadly to the universe!"
"In a minute Doc!"
"We don't HAVE a minute!" the Doctor shouted back, throwing his arms in the air as he glanced down the corridor ahead of them.
"Okay," Jack said, ignoring the impatient Time Lord. "Is your face still the same?"
"Dad, what the hell-"
"Just answer the question."
"Yeah, but I don't see-"
"Good. Don't worry. It happens. Part of being an alien. Don't tell anyone. You'll be fine."
"But-"
"Gotta go. Running for our lives. Daddy loves you," Jack said, turning off the mobile and dropping it into his pocket.
"What was that about?! Come on!!!!"
Jack laughed, looking over his shoulder to see a giant mushroom with big enormous eyes rolling towards them. He took a few jogging steps before breaking into a full run. The Doctor took the cue and started running again.
When Jack caught up with the wiry man, he laughed. "You owe me a trip to the nearest pleasure planet!"
"What? Why? Who was that?"
"The kid died twice. Didn't regenerate. I win! You so owe me!"
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"Jack Harbourne. Writes The World That Wasn't book series."
"Those were pretty good," Gwen said.
"The hero is a nameless man called Traveler. And the villain, also nameless, called the Emperor."
"Sounds a little too close to home," Martha said, looking to Jack.
He knew that look. "Add that to the curiosities stack," he said at last.
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"Why aren't we pursuing this? He knows about things no one is supposed to-"
"Orders from higher up," Jack said.
"You ARE higher up. Or was it-"
"Martha. We leave the Harbournes alone. They're on the shortlist, understood."
"But-"
"Do not aproach. Don't even observe."
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"There was a story when I was young. One I was told over and over again. The story of a man who was fire and ice, and who burned like the sun at the center of Time. A noble lord who longed for nothing more than adventure and the vastness of space." He smiled down at the cup between his hands. "Gramps told me such stories. Stories, he said, I could never tell mum."
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"John? Is that you boy?"
He nodded. "All grown up," he said, glancing back at the door where he knew a younger self had left just hours before. "And oh what a tale I have to tell you."
"You found him. That Doctor and his blue box?"
Again he nodded and pulled over a chair. "I did. But that's not the story I want to tell. I've been out there, gramps. I've seen strange galaxies and alien worlds and so many wonderful, terrifying things..."
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"Oh this... This isn't natural," he said. "This is, well... It's supposed to be impossible."
"What Doc?"
"There's... Now, I'm ecstatic that I've found this, but at the same time, I'm severely concerned."
"Well?"
He took off his glasses for dramatic effect. Whether he knew this or not made little difference, because it worked. "This sample contains Time Lord DNA."
"What?!"
"More specifically, my Time Lord DNA." He nodded, back to all business. "I'm going to need more time to anylize the samples, but this is definately not supposed to happen."
"You got me pregnant?!?!" Jack shouted, suddenly angry, but could do little more than sit there with his slightly bigger than normal stomach. "I thought you said-"
"Well, it's not exactly a science, you know. Plus, we did have a lot to drink."
"You had ONE banana daqueri! ONE!!!"
"And you had 17 hypervodkas and a shot of tequila. I'm suprised you're not pissing straight alcohol."
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"This is how it ends," he said. "It's always been how it ends. No matter what we do..."
Quin grabbed his hand. "You did your best."
"I'm sorry."
The American smiled. "I wouldn't spend the end of the universe any other way," he said. "Now, fancy a cup of coffee before we march to our deaths?"
"Yes please. Two sugars with a bit of that hazelnut creamer."
"All we've got is black."
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"I know you..." she said. He nodded.
"It's me mum. It's your Johnny."
"My head," she whimpered. "It burns."
"It's okay mum. I'm here. Everything's going to be okay. I'm going to help you."
"John..."
He looked up at Wilf with a sad smile. "Next time you see me..."
The old man nodded. "You look after her, you hear. You take good care of my Donna."
"I will," he said, wrapping her in his greatcoat before lifting her up some.
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There was a flash. Brilliant and blinding in the central work area of the Hub. When it subsided, a man stood with weapon raised, aimed straight at his head.
"Help me!" he shouted as the woman in his arms, wrapped in his coat, screamed savagely.
"Who-"
"Commander Harkness!" he snapped. "Help me get this woman to a cryo unit!"
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"Roland, what the hell!" Jack shouted.
"I'm sorry," JJ said, emerging from the morgue. "I didn't know what else to do. There wasn't any time."
"You did this?"
"No," he said.
"Donna Noble died, kid. She died 40 years ago. And now you're telling me-"
"40 years?" he said, staring at him in confusion. "Wait... we time jumped? Shit. I'll have to get this thing looked at again. Trust John to fuck up anything he touches..."
"What happened?" Jack demanded.
"She remembered. She remembered everything. I had to get her frozen before we lost her for good."
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"Your skin is so cold..."
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be."
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"This is an altered world," he said. "One touched by the hands of gods, not men."
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"You and your companions," he said thoughtfully. "You're an odd lot. An angel, a demon, a mortal and... whatever you are."
The older man smiled and sipped his tea. "Is it so hard to believe? You're a walking corpse, married to an angel who, by the way did what no man should ever be able to do... twice. And you cavort with mortals all the time."
He nodded his defeat. "True. But your lot, you're different. I can't put my finger on it."
The other man continued to sip his tea. "We are bound by different rules than you and your's."
"How so?"
He grinned. "For one, we are more closely tied to this world than you are. We are more than what we seem, like you. However we can and do often die. God holds no power over us, because we serve no masters other than ourselves. Even Lucifer himself holds no sway in our dominion."
"Pagans," Al said at last with a nod of understanding. "And what dominion is that, may I ask?"
He set down his cup and wiped his mouth with one of the rather fancy looking cloth napkins on the table. "Purgatory, my old friend. Neither good nor evil. Only a state of perpetual balanced existence."
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"Dragons? Are you serious?"
"Is it really so hard to believe, Alabaster?"
"Now that I think about it.... YES!"
"And like being a demon prince from hell is much better?"
"Hey, at least I don't breathe fire," he replied.
"No. You just fuck anything that crosses your path."
"Oi! Not the girls!"
"Okay. Unless they're a girl."
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"Interresting..." the stranger said without lowering his sword. "I had not counted on another of my kind here."
"If I pull the trigger," Al said. "Will you get back up?"
"Yes."
"Which crown do you serve, swordsman?"
"I serve no crown," he spat out bitterly.
"Then I've no quarrel with you, sir." Al slowly lowered his weapon, but the stranger did not reciprocate.
"And you?" he said, pressing the blade's tip into his flesh. "Which crown do you kneal to?"
"I forfeit my crown, sir."
Navy eyes softened, and the sword was quickly sheathed. "My apologies, Lord-"
"No formalities," Al said, raising a hand. "Just call me Alabaster."
"Many like us I've cut down in my journeys. You are the first to encounter me and survive."
"There are others?"
He nodded. "Yes. But they are not of the peaceful mind. Most seek to destroy. Others... merely pawns of Lucifer's generals."
If you had to give up one of your five senses, which one would it be?
smell. because let's face it, half the food we all find disgusting is based on 90% smell and 9% taste and 1% name.
plus, i wouldn't have to deal with the constant bombardment every time i go through a mall department store and have an asthema attack in the perfume section.... and i DON'T EVEN HAVE ASTHEMA!!!
What's the best compliment you've received lately?
"Wow. You're awake and nobody had to make a pot of coffee to bribe you with." - My mom.
Phone calls, emails, text messages, facebook, Morse code or something else... How do you like to stay in touch with your friends?
email.
because my cell is almost always either out of minutes or out of power.
because my home phone is always being used by my little sister with very little rest.
because i DETEST facebook. and myspace. though myspace is good for downloading music if you know how to look.
because i fail at morse code.
because regular mail is so... retro.
because i can access my email from any computer hooked up to the internet, and also on almost anyone's ipod touch or iphone...
because i really love fucking those little devices up for people. it makes them crazy.
What does the 4th of July mean to you? How are you celebrating?
so this is two days late.
anyway, we celebrate it with cake, ice cream, and presents.... for my dad. because it's his birthday.
and he's not even american XD
usually we also have fireworks, because every year he likes to, as i call it, "try and set himself on fire/try to blow himself up" for his birthday lol.
so, for me personally, it just means the following: cake and ice cream, fireworks, and a possible trip to the ER if someone forgot to let go of the firecrackers AFTER lighting them. (It's happened. just ask my cousin 3 finger paulo.)
Originally posted on my Xanga.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. But it is amusing nonetheless.
So, my Whovian brothers and sisters... and other species. Oh, and you non-Whovians as well. I would like to share with you a legend. A myth, if you will. This tale of science and fantasy I bring before you today is the story of Trock.
It is similar to Wrock (Wizard Rock) of the Harry Potter variety, yet this is far much better.
Now, most, if not all Whovians will know of Trock, or rather, the earliest known Trock song from 1988 titled "Doctor'n the Tardis" by KLF under the name The Time Lords.
At the time, there was no such thing as Trock. And then, in 1989... the lights went out. Doctor Who was, dare they say it... was canceled. And with it, this new bastard child of Gallifrey and rock music was aborted... or so they thought...
In reality, the genre lay dormant. For eight years it slept, and it waited. It remained a legend, whispered among circles of nerds in the AV room. A myth, a story passed around in science clubs across the world. Then, in 1996, the kingdom of FOX Broadcasting attempted to ressurect the hero of Gallifrey through a man named Paul McGann. But the world was not ready. For the masses had forgotten the man who saved their planet time and again. They had forgotten the significance of a blue box, and did not understand what to make of the TARDIS dance. They asked themselves "How then, is it bigger on the inside than it is on the outside?"
FOX Broadcasting, suffering failure, did not pursue the ressurection of the Time Lord of Gallifrey. But they had succeeded, in a way. They had unknowingly reminded the world of what was lost, and what could be again. Through this period, the mammoth that was Trock remained asleep, but that sleep had become restless and fitful.
Nine years would pass before Trock would begin to rouse from it's sleep. In 2005, something amazing, something wonderful happened... A man called Russel T. Davies roused the sleeping giant that was Doctor Who. And with it he brought a man with rather large ears called Christopher Eccleston. And thus, the Doctor, the greatest Time Lord to have ever lived. Coincidentally... nine years had passed since the first attempt to bring back the space traveler... and Nine was the number designated to the newest face in the Time Lord's long existence.
This attempt was successful. Not only had Mr. Davies ressurected the Time Lord (and in the process killed off 99% of the alien's species) he had provided the final piece to the puzzle that would bring Trock to the masses. And that piece was called David Tennant.
Now, David Tennant may seem to some to be a mere actor. But he was the new, lovable, and eccentric face of the Doctor for the next 4 years. While this, in itself, seems like little importance to the slightly foggy Trock as it eats it's breakfast upon waking... It is in fact a crucial part of Trock's resurgence. For you see, a certain young Scotsman named Liam would find such a fact frustrating. While at first, it was quite funny, so many users on YouTube left comments for him stating he looked remarkably similar if not exactly like David Tennant. And thus, he made a video commenting on the fact. It was a satire.
Trock, checking YouTube as it was getting dressed for its first outing in 20 years, discovered this, and it amused the genre. Through Mr. Liam, Trock discovered another YouTube user.
And this user was called Nerimon to the YouTube community. Nerimon, inspired by Doctor Who, which now had a firm standing in popular culture once again, wrote a song. That song was called "An Awful Lot of Running." And he posted this song on YouTube.
Trock saw this, and it sat back and thought for a very long time on what to do. And when Nerimon, attempting to find the proper label for his new song, searched google for "Time Lord Rock" he found... Nothing.
Trock had been lost, forgotten. But now it saw its chance. Like the Doctor whom had inspired its creation, it too felt the time had come to resurface.
And thus, the genre was reborn, thanks to some unlikely Doctor Who fans on YouTube. In 2008, these Lords of Trock came together and formed the band Chameleon Circuit.
They wrote and they played, and they worked hard reshaping and reinventing Trock from a bastard child to a mature and wonderful new species...
And in 2009, on June 1, their album was available to the masses.
And thus the legend of Trock was at last reborn.
n.n That was fun, wasn't it?
Chameleon Circuit's album can be found here: http://store.dftba.com/product/chameleon-circuit
You can purchase their Trock album through: iTunes, Amazon.MP3, or the physical CD album. Only the CD has the bonus track "Exterminate, Regenerate [Demo Version]"
