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Post by timegirl on Mar 2, 2021 19:44:41 GMT
This is just for fun but I thought it would be cool for us all to tell a DW story together! Each person takes turns posting one sentence each of what happens next in the story. Everyone can only post once a day so everyone gets a turn. You can be as silly, surreal, serious, scary as you like and you can include any DW characters you like including multiple incarnations of the Doctor!
Mine:
12 stared at his hands, there was something different about them.
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Post by constonks on Mar 2, 2021 21:37:56 GMT
Where once there had been strong metal digits, the robot now possessed slender fingers, covered in soft brown flesh, bony knuckles and deep wrinkles.
(I've got a slightly different way with who "12" is.)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2021 22:10:08 GMT
Which he wrapped around Clara's neck and squeezed very tightly.
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Post by Jeedai on Mar 3, 2021 0:02:04 GMT
She looked into the glowing eyes of her murderer, and laughed.
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Post by The Brigadier on Mar 3, 2021 0:15:23 GMT
"You forgot....the first law....of Robotics..didn't you?" she gasped.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2021 1:27:38 GMT
A circuit flipped, somewhere deep in its processors, and the fingers unclamped. "I remember... Why teach me to forget?"
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Post by timegirl on Mar 3, 2021 13:36:50 GMT
Just then 12 woke up in a cold sweat from his nightmare that he was a killer robot, and looked thoughtfully over at Clara who was still sound asleep.
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Post by number13 on Mar 3, 2021 14:30:30 GMT
And deep within his mind, the vital defensive barriers between regenerations thinned slowly, like clouds of cold galactic dust caught by the fierce stellar winds of memory.
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Post by sherlock on Mar 3, 2021 14:50:04 GMT
He could hear the quiet voices of his past selves, all rather annoyed at having their post-regenerative dream states interrupted.
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Post by whiskeybrewer on Mar 3, 2021 18:48:11 GMT
6: I resemble that remark
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Post by number13 on Mar 4, 2021 2:33:44 GMT
His voice rising distinctly now above the hum of competing personalities, the Sixth Doctor continued: 'But while I may have been in a contemplative state, I still heard your nightmare - an echo of my nightmare, my darkest moment - oh Peri!'
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2021 4:53:47 GMT
"To allay the trampling of my roses, this, erm, eh, elaborate convocation can proceed here in the lecture theatre, hm?" the First spoke in his mind's eye, holding a thumb between Chapters 12 and 13 of a vortex-worn red tome.
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Post by Jeedai on Mar 4, 2021 5:38:34 GMT
The cognitive mists surrounding the trio resolved into a lighted stage which stood before countless rows of darkened seats, each populated by figures who sat in shadowed obscurity.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 4, 2021 13:56:12 GMT
The meeting between incarnations began inside the Doctor’s mind as rows and rows of Doctors of past and future took their seats; meanwhile 12 nursed a headache, muttered something about “crossovers”, and played his acoustic guitar gently waking Clara from her slumber.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 4, 2021 19:01:10 GMT
A gentleman of genorous, if not wizardly, proportions, garbed in a "The Chaarl went to an extra-dimensional paradise and all they got me was this lousy t-shirt" t-shirt, hurriedly pulled across a curtain, revealing to the assembled crowd the moderator of this extra-ordinary convacation.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 5, 2021 14:05:23 GMT
The gentleman called for convocation to begin but not before they did the proper ceremonies of the Doctor, meanwhile Clara was giving 12 a head message for his migraine and suddenly noticed his hair was slowly starting to turn brunette.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 5, 2021 18:09:30 GMT
"I'm not worrying what's going on in your head," Clara told the Doctor, interupting his one-man performance of all his other selves' parts in mid-flow, "I'm worrying what's happening to *you*."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2021 1:09:22 GMT
"'You' is a complicated word, Clara, there's the you I am, the you I could be -- back and forth -- and," he looked inward, towards the convention's myriad-faced Speaker, "the you at the core that drives every aspect of us forward."
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Post by timegirl on Mar 6, 2021 13:04:37 GMT
Deep inside the Doctors mind various incarnations were deep in into a massive heated argument, meanwhile Clara was terrified as 12 started to wraith in pain on the floor, gold sparks twisted along his body, the rest of his hair finished turning brunette and his skin tightened and softened; and then then the change stopped, 12 was still 12 but he was different.
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Post by The Brigadier on Mar 6, 2021 14:24:19 GMT
"I see what you did there...very clever." the Doctor muttered softly to himself whilst mentally wagging a finger at the speaker...and immediately sat bolt upright as realisation dawned on him that there was something different...there was still a distinct Scottish lilt to his voice of course, but the sound to his ears was softer...crisper........feminine.
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