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Post by nucleusofswarm on Jan 16, 2021 2:32:53 GMT
Swap a New Series Doctor into a classic series story. 13 reminds of 5 in a few ways, so I'd be interested in seeing her getting really put through the ringer in Caves of Androzani.
Or put 9 in Genesis - a Doctor grappling with trauma from the Time War and what he had done, being given what is, essentially, the ultimate reset switch. How different would say 'Do I have the right' or the virus scene play with him instead of 4?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2021 3:38:22 GMT
If you don’t mind i am going to tale this premise and run with it a bit but i won’t go too off topic i promise.
So the locum doctor trilogy order had doctors 5, 6 & 7 switch places with doctors 1, 2 & 3 respectively. This is a four doctor/regeneration difference as shown below.
5 - 1 6 - 2 7 - 3
So if we applied this rule to all the other following doctors i think would provide some interesting results. 8 - 4: A Time war Mcgann in a douglas addams story would be really interesting. Have the really bitter time war mcgann come to face creature of the pit levels of absurdity and the pirate planet levels of silly. Would be a really good story about remembering what his life was like and also how the time war is changing him.
War - 5: obviously would have to be young war doctor which would be an interesting mirroring and i think again the war doctor having to be the doctor to the season 19 tardis team when he feels the least doctory. The 5th doctor had patience. Does the war have the same? The guilt surrounding that tardis team would also be really good.
9 - 6: some what of a theme in all these storys but again having the fairly serious (well at times) 9th doctor throne in to a garish 80s setting would be really interesting (bonus points if Ecclestone has to wear the Colin baker outfit) alternatively you could have the 9th doctor throne in to a darker sixie story that is like varos which would maybes be interesting to see how he reacts.
10 - 7 Human nature. Nuff said. (But yeah this would work really well and ten and ace would be, well, ace. Bernice summerfield would be another great one)
11 - 8: whilst im tempted to put him in the time war era and i think that could be really interesting, id also love to hear matt smith and sheridian smith in an audio together that would be fab!
12 - War: i feel like this would write itslef and be a really amazing story. Twelve clearly feels pain as seen in the zygon inversion. Having to live through that again would be a mesmerising story
13 - 9: yeah this is the only one that follows the rules and would be kinda meh, or at least i can’t think of many ideas. Even 10 would be a more exciting scenario if the doctor was paired with rose in the romance phase.
So yeah theres my ideas for more locum trilogys. I think there is real scope for interesting storys here, even set it around the same theme and everything. Id certainly be interested.
(P.s. Oh and 4 in a Jo Martin fugitive doctor story would be amazing too as an aside 😂
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2021 4:44:34 GMT
Ian and Barbara's faces when they see Jodie explaining Susan is her Grandaughter makes An Unearthly Child a rather cheeky but fun choice
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Post by shutupbanks on Jan 16, 2021 5:14:55 GMT
13 in Battlefield. I don’t think Morgaine would take much convincing about who she is but the Brig might.
12 in Terror of the Zygons. Knowing what he knows about the Zygon situation in the future it would be interesting to see how/ if he would do it differently this time around.
11 in Curse of Fenric. Both him and 7 were quite manipulative and fond of long games. It would be interesting to see how this would play out with Matt Smith’s incarnation.
10 in The Time Monster. Him and 3 are both dapper gents with a fondness for building gadgets in a hurry.
9 in Enemy of the World. I think Eccleston would be a brilliantly scary dictator (not a Doctor reason, sorry)
War in The Mind Robber. It would be a tad less whimsical, I fear
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 16, 2021 5:55:21 GMT
The Doctor looked at the television in amazement. Rose had never really seen him so stunned. He was normally so full of energy, unable to sit still even for a moment. Not now. He was totally absorbed, and she understood why. The man on the screen was him. His hair a bit longer, his skin a little darker but it was the Doctor. And then he spoke, “my friends,” and it was a voice like fingers down a chalkboard to Rose’s ears, not the Doctor’s usual warm Northern tones. “My dear friends,” Salamander continued, “When I was a child, I was often asked “what are you doing?”. Back then it was an interrogation. Usually someone wanting to break my fingers for some assumed crime. Well... not always assumed. I did what I needed to to survive. But today... when asked THAT SAME QUESTION... it’s because I’ve done something so YOU can survive!” There was applause. “When asked “what are you doing?” I can say “feeding the world”, I can say “making peace”. I can tell you that the wheat grows AS HIGH AS MY SHOULDER in the Ukraine. That they are growing bananas in Ireland. That even in Guatemala they are growing grapes fit for wine! I imagine me, that child in the slums and I imagine telling him of those grapes. PAH he would not believe me. But YOU believe me, din’t you?” The Doctor looked up at Kent. “He’s not me,” he sounded almost relieved. “But your face, your build... you ARE him.” Kent insisted. The Doctor started to pace. “Guatemala? There’s a hint of something else in that voice... Southern States of America?” “Very good Doctor! His mother was from Kentucky,” Kent looked on. The Doctor muttered under his breathe, “my dear friends” no... not quite “my dear friends”” Rose was just a little shocked. He was getting more and more like that Salamander’s accent.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 16, 2021 6:52:18 GMT
Thirteen in Seeds of Death- only so we can have a lot of pratting about with the foam machine and to see Jodie deliver the line “you can’t kill me, I’m a genius!” Ten in Daleks’ Masterplan - lots of lovely chances for dark Doctor. And shouting.
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Post by nucleusofswarm on Jan 16, 2021 14:38:33 GMT
11 in Curse of Fenric. Both him and 7 were quite manipulative and fond of long games. It would be interesting to see how this would play out with Matt Smith’s incarnation. Ah. Nightmare in Silver, need I say more.
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Post by grinch on Jan 16, 2021 14:52:18 GMT
Eleventh Doctor in The Mind Robber. Although I imagine that instead of classic literary figures, it might have more of a focus on superheroes and comic book characters considering how oversaturated the industry seems to be with them at the moment.
Not sure if this counts but the War Doctor in Out of Time. I could see him using the Cathedral of Contemplation as a place of rest whilst he heals his injuries from yet another Time War battle. Of course, his recuperation would be interrupted when the Daleks attack as he bitterly noted that he can’t escape the Time War anywhere.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 17, 2021 1:58:38 GMT
Not sure if this counts but the War Doctor in Out of Time. I could see him using the Cathedral of Contemplation as a place of rest whilst he heals his injuries from yet another Time War battle. Of course, his recuperation would be interrupted when the Daleks attack as he bitterly noted that he can’t escape the Time War anywhere. I’d do the opposite - no Daleks, something “classic Doctor” like Quarks something that needs “the Doctor” to defeat, not “the Warrior”. Set it right before “no more”, and scaffold in his eventual acceptance of being “the Doctor” again in Day of rhe Doctor
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2021 4:29:20 GMT
I'd be interested to see the Ninth Doctor in The Keeper of Traken for any personal doubts he might have about bringing evil to the Union. That and the energy behind what Melkur actually is would be vastly different. Imagine Eccleston and a scarred Jacobi talking about how the Source is the latter's one hope at life. Would the Doctor, this Doctor, contemplate sacrificing the Trakenites to save the only other Time Lord in existence? The Eleventh Doctor in The Happiness Patrol feels like it could be fun, too. And since it looks like too much fun to pass up: 13 in Battlefield. I don’t think Morgaine would take much convincing about who she is but the Brig might. 12 in Terror of the Zygons. Knowing what he knows about the Zygon situation in the future it would be interesting to see how/ if he would do it differently this time around. 11 in Curse of Fenric. Both him and 7 were quite manipulative and fond of long games. It would be interesting to see how this would play out with Matt Smith’s incarnation. 10 in The Time Monster. Him and 3 are both dapper gents with a fondness for building gadgets in a hurry.
9 in Enemy of the World. I think Eccleston would be a brilliantly scary dictator (not a Doctor reason, sorry) War in The Mind Robber. It would be a tad less whimsical, I fear "Doctor?" "Yes...?" Donna pulled the collar of the Doctor's overcoat down so she could see his face. "You haven't said anything for hours." " Mmn..." nodded the traveller. "What happens if the Master harnesses Kronos?" He sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumbs. "All of time and space is a delicate thing, Donna. With his domination of Kronos, there's no telling the damage he'd be able to do. All of it could come unravelled. It'd be chaos. No order. No structure. Nothing. Forever." "So, what, you've given up? You're just going to..." she fumbled with the words. "Is there anything we can do?" He shook his head. "Makes it all seem so... empty. Pointless." "I felt like that once." He reclined, hands folded on his chest. "Thought it was the blackest day of my life." "Blackest?" Of all he'd told her? "How do you mean?" "Doesn't matter." Something twigged behind his eyes. "Point is, that day wasn't only my blackest, but my brightest, too." "Tell me." " Well..." he craned his head. "When I was a little boy--" "You? Little? Wearing Dad's great trenchcoat?" "You want to hear this story or not?" Donna crossed her legs and gestured. "We used to live in a house perched halfway up the top of our mountain. And behind it, sat a tree and under that tree sat an old man. A hermit. A monk. A monk and a hermit. He'd lived there for half his lifetime, so they said and those were the days when they seemed to matter." "Why was he there?" "Legend went that he'd learned the secret of life, so when my blackest of days came..." "You went and asked him for help." "Correctamundo..." She leant forward. "What was it like?" "Bleak. Cold. Bare rocks with weeds sprouting between them. Naff little patches of sludgy snow. It was just grey. Grey, grey, grey..." "And the tree?" "Ancient and twisted and the old man himself was, he was as brittle and as dry as a leaf in one of your autumns." "Kay..." nodded Donna. "But what did he say?" The Doctor grinned. "Nothing, not a word. He just sat there, silently, expressionless, and he listened whilst I poured out my troubles to him." His face darkened. A cloud of something terrible passing over his features. "I was too unhappy even for tears, I remember." It was gone. "And when I'd finished, he lifted a skeletal hand and he just... pointed. You know what he pointed at?" "Haven't a clue," she said, softly. "A flower." He mimed the shape. "One of those little weeds. Just like a daisy. Well, I looked at it for a moment and, suddenly, I saw it through his eyes. It was simply glowing with life, like a perfectly cut jewel. And the colours? Well, the colours were deeper and richer than you could possibly imagine. Oh, yes..." "Yes?" she smirked. "Oh, yes," he enthused, beaming. "That was the daisiest daisy I'd ever seen." "And that was the secret of life? A daisy?" Donna stifled a chuckle. "Come of it, Spaceman." "Yeah, well, I laughed too when I first heard it. So, later, I got up and I ran down that mountain, feet pounding beneath me, and you know what I found, Donna?" He had her on tender hooks. "What...?" "I found that the rocks weren't grey at all, but they were red, brown and purple and gold. And those naff little patches of sludgy snow, they were shining white. Shining white in the sunlight. You still frightened?" "No..." she smiled. "Not as much as I was, at least." "Good." He folded the collar of the coat back up. "I'm sorry I brought you to Atlantis." She dropped it back down. "I'm not, Doctor." He nodded, gently. "Thank you, Donna Noble."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2021 12:00:10 GMT
Ian and Barbara's faces when they see Jodie explaining Susan is her Grandaughter makes An Unearthly Child a rather cheeky but fun choice Never mind that I want to see Susan’s face
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Post by shutupbanks on Jan 17, 2021 12:46:00 GMT
Big thank you to Sir Wearer of Hats and Wolfie for bringing my musings to life. Very much appreciated.
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Post by relativetime on Jan 17, 2021 17:55:33 GMT
12 in Earthshock. Particularly after Face the Raven. Would 12 be able to let history take its course or would he try to change the past regardless of the consequences? Alternatively, 10 in his TLV phase would be just as interesting.
9 in a 3rd Doctor story could be very fun and a little touching. A chance for Rose to maybe meet all of the Doctor’s past friends and learn more about him; the light-hearted bickering between 9 and the Brig; and maybe at the end, sadness that those comparatively simpler times for the Doctor are well behind him.
11 in a 2nd or 7th Doctor story seems like it’d be really interesting - maybe exploring an arc where 11 tries to prove to Ace he’s not the same manipulative chess master she knew, but he ultimately fails on all accounts - but to me that seems a little obvious. I think it’d be really interesting to see 11 swapped into something like The Caves of Androzani or Logopolis, stories where he knows he has to die in order for events to proceed as they should, but obviously knowing he can’t given where he is in his regeneration cycle. I could totally see that fitting in extremely well with the timey-wimey stories of 11’s era and it seems like the sort of conundrum one of the Doctor’s enemies would love to put him in.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2021 18:57:10 GMT
Ian and Barbara's faces when they see Jodie explaining Susan is her Grandaughter makes An Unearthly Child a rather cheeky but fun choice Never mind that I want to see Susan’s face I'm assuming she'd know what her Grandmother looks like if they were travelling together on the run from Gallifrey already
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 18, 2021 9:16:04 GMT
Rarely did anything out of the ordinary ever happen on Dulkis, let alone something that people would consider “strange”. So it would come to shock the native Dulcians that so many strange things happened nearly at once on an island far off the coast of the less than creatively named “Dulkis City”. This lack of creativity was a feature of Dulcian society, which is why naming the island “the Island of Death” caused something of a stir over five hundred years ago. Today that island, which lived up to it’s name, had seen not one but four groups of visitors. One group, a small unit of science students under the tutelage of a Scientician named Leng. Another group renegade danger tourists lead by a rogue named Cully who was as incorrigible as he was insufferable. The third and fourth groups were alien to Dulkis, one a warship and the other far less mundane. It was a Police Box. Or rather, it was a miracle of science called a TARDIS under the less than accurate command of an equally roguish and incorrigible Time Lord named the Doctor. If asked, many would also call him insufferable. Now in what he considered, inaccurate as he would discover one day, his twelfth incarnation the Doctor was currently travelling with one Clara Oswald. The doors of rhe TARDIS creaked open and two arms tentatively exited. One was dressed in red velvet and was holding a glowing blue rod. This was a Sonic Screwdriver, a universal tool favoured by the Doctor due to it’s entirely inoffensive nature. The other arm belonged to Clara and was dressed in a practical leather. She was holding a vaguely pistol-like object, this was a Geiger counter. “IMPOSSIBLE!” roared a firm Scottish voice as a figure that resembled nothing more than a gracefully aging rock star burst out onto the sand of rhe island. “You keep using that word,” Clara said, “perhaps it doesn’t mean exactly what you think it does.” Clara was a petite and beautiful woman who despite her size was a dynamo of energy and creative wit. Where the Doctor tended to leave confusion in his wake, Clara, as fitting her occupation as a teacher, left understanding. Or at least tried to. “You saw the readings! Deadly levels of radiation. Than POOF! All gone. It’s....” “Impossible?” Clara said impishly. Baiting her friend, knowing he could not resist correcting her. The Doctor’s expressive eyebrows performed a series of stunts that no human could match. “Well, it wasn’t natural.” “HALT” someone called out, slightly muffledly. The Doctor smiled, people telling him to stop usually meant something interesting was going to happen. In this case he wasn’t wrong.
“Scientician,” the owner of the now unmuffled voice, a Dulcian student named Gallus Prink, called out, shepparding the Doctor and Clara into the lead-lined lab. “What on Dulkis!” Lang cried out, unable to keep himself in check. The Island was well-named, it was Death to go there without careful preparation and anti-radiation suits like that being worn by Prink. And now before him were two Dulcians dressed in wildly inappropriate ways. The taller of them certainly should have known better give his age. “Are you in charge here?” The Doctor interrogated. Scientician Leng nodded sedately. “Good! Now, tell me. What in the name of sanity are Dulcians doing messing around with nuclear weapons!” Clara rolled her eyes. Captain Subtle strikes again.
Time passed and arguments ensued. “So YOU TELL ME. What happened to the radiation!?” The Doctor’s volume has steadily increased as the placid stubbornness of the Dulcians had plodded along, unable to keep up with his lightning fast intellect. Clara hushed him, “Doctor. Shouting. Raise the quality of your argument, not the volume of your voice.” “Clara, YOU saud I could shout if it was important. THIS IS IMPORTANT.” He realised he was now shouting at someone who did not deserve his ire so so softer, “Clara, radiation decays at a predictable and steady rate. Take that down,” the Doctor pointed at one of the students, “it’s as close to a universal rule as you get. A scientific fact. If something has changed... something that caused it to change.” “And do you have a reason for that change?” Leng said. The Doctor’s passion had offended the softly spoken academic. It wasn’t the Dulcian way to get worked up. “No I don’t,” the Doctor said, “but look around us. Lots of ways to find out.” “See, if you do not have evidence, you cannot make a statement of science,” Leng had shifted into lecturer mode and wanted to ensure his students weren’t swayed by the unwholesomely passionate rhetoric of the Doctor. “I on the other hand have evidence. Five hundred and twenty-five years is how long it took for the radiation to fade, therefore it takes five-hundred and twenty-five years for radiation to fade.” The Doctor’s expressive eyebrows made movements that in an obscure dialect of Delphon, the famous world where communication was via eyebrow movement, were considered to be incredibly obscene. Even Clara’s large expressive eyes spoke loudly and clearly her incredulity. “Look at that chart, you bearded ignoramous! Explain why there’s a steady decline for hundreds of years and then WHOOSH. All gone” Leng had to admit he could not, but he played his trump card, “can you?” “No.” The Doctor admitted. “So there you go. We do not know. You do not know. Let’s just accept that it happens” “No. Let’s not. You call yourself a scientist! “I don’t know. But I’m going to find out” is LITERALLY the foundation of all science. All. Science. Everywhere.” Further diatribes, no doubt set to be delivered in such a volume as to peel the paint off the walls and judging by the look on Clara’s face set to be a tag team match, were forever forestalled by the arrival of a ragged, exhausted and clearly terrified Cully.
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Post by grinch on Jan 18, 2021 21:27:49 GMT
Don’t know why but I’d quite like to see the Eleventh Doctor take on the events of The Savages. Considering how powerful his reaction was to the experiments done to the Gunslinger in A Town Called Mercy, who knows how he would react when he saw just how the ruling class feed off the lower classes.
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Post by Superium on Jul 25, 2021 17:40:25 GMT
War In Black Orchid 9 In Attack of the Cybermen
10 In Dragonfire
11 In The N-Space Trilogy
12 In The War Games
13 In Inferno
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Post by mark687 on Jul 25, 2021 17:45:52 GMT
War In Black Orchid 9 In Attack of the Cybermen
10 In Dragonfire
11 In The N-Space Trilogy
12 In The War Games
13 In Inferno
I could definitely see that Regards mark687
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Post by nucleusofswarm on Jul 29, 2021 12:34:24 GMT
11 in Ghost Light
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2021 3:53:34 GMT
War In Black Orchid 9 In Attack of the Cybermen
10 In Dragonfire
11 In The N-Space Trilogy
12 In The War Games
13 In Inferno
Oh, that'd be interesting. Lytton goes from a parable about not judging by appearances to almost the Doctor's doppelgänger. Someone he can take all that rage and hurt about the Time War and, inadvertantly perhaps, project it onto him. It's a comparison that becomes truer than he first realises, once we find out about the mercenary's connection to the Cryons. Trying to avert the extinction of their species. Something that by popular historical belief has already happened, but not here. Almost echoes of the Time Lords' destruction. Those scenes on Telos, too, as the Doctor is imprisoned with Flast would almost be a surrogate way of saying goodbye to his own people. One he never got.
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