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Post by whiskeybrewer on Mar 12, 2021 2:06:06 GMT
Inside the Hall of Doctors, A remarkably Grey Haired 8 couldnt help but mutter "Im beginning to understand how The Eleven Felt"
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Post by timegirl on Mar 12, 2021 12:21:28 GMT
While his past selves were exhausted trying desperately to plan their current incarnation’s next move, 12 had an idea, he pulled out his electric guitar and started to play.
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Post by grinch on Mar 12, 2021 12:30:24 GMT
With one eyebrow raised, the Toymaker stared in puzzlement at her adversary.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 12, 2021 19:37:17 GMT
"This instrument," said the Doctor, "was given to me by Johnny Chester, the beast of rock and roll, when he sold out and licensed his name for a line of guitars, and the reason I'm telling you this," he continued, glaring at the Toymaker, "is that when I play chess, I play *Chess*!"
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Post by timegirl on Mar 13, 2021 5:20:47 GMT
Then 12 proceeded to rock out with his guitar, The Celestial Toymaker suddenly discovered to her shock and horror she suddenly could not stop dancing, “Stop it” she demanded doing an involuntary twirl, “Only if you change Clara back!” 12 said with a slightly cocky but determined grin his dark curls falling into his face.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2021 8:44:27 GMT
A reasonable request from the Doctor's perspective, but one marred by a sudden kick from the Toymaker, scattering the board to the "ground" and each of the pieces -- from the pawns to the queen herself -- began to grow.
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Post by grinch on Mar 13, 2021 9:04:39 GMT
The Doctor immediately stopped playing as he began to notice the now human sided chess pieces looming over him.
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Post by whiskeybrewer on Mar 13, 2021 11:38:57 GMT
"You wish to mock the rules Doctor?" Spat the Toymaker with an angry smile
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Post by timegirl on Mar 14, 2021 5:41:04 GMT
12 and all the various incarnations inside his head went into panic mode, then the Toymaker’s grin widened; “ Very well if you wish to join your little friend, Clara, then I will accommodate that request;” 12 could hardly believe that his foe was being so reasonable that is until he felt himself begin to shrink, grow fur all over his body, and his bones and internal organs be replaced with cotton stuffing; the Toymaker had transformed 12 into a teddy bear!
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 14, 2021 18:36:24 GMT
The bear of very little brain - or, rather, quite a lot of brain but all of it Numskulls - decided that discretion was the better part of valour and fled the room through the catflap, and as he squeezed through to escape the Toymaker's magics he looked up, and finally saw, in horror, the truth of what was going on.
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Post by The Brigadier on Mar 14, 2021 23:21:31 GMT
The sky was the deepest red and filled to the brim with newborn stars...but that wasn't what filled the little Gallifreyan Teddy bear with an unnatural fear and dread. Nor was it the sight of the flat featureless land behind the Gingerbread cottage the Doctor had just escaped from almost immediately dropping off into nothingness. What scared him was the sound of the applause that filled the sky, like a thunderstorm raging overheard. He knew he had heard it before. But where? "Think Doctor." he muttered, tapping a fur lined paw repeatedly to his head and trying to quash the fear surging through this new body. "Think...think think...think think think..."
And just like that he answered his own question.
"I'm on The Board!" he said aloud, spinning to face the Toymaker as she stepped through the door of the cottage. "And if I'm here..and you're here...then that means.." He looked up once more.
"Oh bother.....The Elder Gods!"
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Post by sherlock on Mar 14, 2021 23:30:06 GMT
A deep unearthly rumbling came from above, shaking the gingerbread house to the point it nearly came apart, which the stuffed Doctor realised was all the Elder Gods, in a once in eternity show of unity, laughing at him.
Smiling, the Toymaker spoke amidst the cacophony: “We had expected many things of your universe after the minor cataclysm you call a Time War; your utter weakness is a most pleasant surprise.”
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Post by timegirl on Mar 15, 2021 4:24:37 GMT
Teddy bear 12 gave the elder gods a hard stare, even as a teddy bear 12 still had fierce attack eyebrows; and then he noticed her in the Toymaker’s pocket, it was Clara; using the little strength he had the little Scottish bear leaped onto the Toymaker’s robe and began to climb much to her protestations, Clara saw her knight in furry armor struggling up to her and held out a porcelain hand to 12, when they were both safely inside the pocket Clara grabbed hold of 12 and gave him the best hug a tiny porcelain doll can give a teddy bear; “You’re much more huggable in this new body of yours” Clara said with affection enjoying the sensation of 12’ s soft fur on her her own cold porcelain body.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2021 7:52:52 GMT
Admission of comfort never came easy to the Time Lord, but he had to confess, there was something comforting about this particular hug. It was a lifeline. A refuge. The pocket was a space within a space and, here, he could plan. The Toymaker and the Elder Gods had used and abused the board to their own advantage. Twisting its contours and geometries to suit their new transdimensional battlefield. But, the Doctor himself -- themselves -- had an advantage. A mind like crazy paving. His captors had created playthings, why couldn't he do the same? Here, in the pocket? A toybox within a toybox.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 15, 2021 18:15:14 GMT
The Toymaker sniffed the air. Something was wrong. He grabbed at the tickertape the Land of Fiction master computer was spewing out.
"Wait a minute!" he exclaimed. "These aren't single lines!" He glared at the Doctor. "You're cheating!"
"You manipulate the laws of physics," replied the Doctor languidly, "so I thought, 'why shouldn't I'? I'm not restricted in my actions, I don't have to speak and move in some sort of staccato rhythmn just because you say so. If I want to do or say two things in a row, why shouldn't I, and to hell with the semicolons!"
"We'll soon see about that!" snapped the Toymaker, upending a sack of gibberish into the machine red octopus momma's taking us to the zoo tomorrow episilon wednesday antidiestablishmentarianism chocolate cake Equador.
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Post by grinch on Mar 15, 2021 18:27:36 GMT
The Doctor looked around him as The Board began to collapse and dissolve under the weight of its own nonsense. In the distance, he thought he could almost hear the sound of the unseen Elder Gods roaring in frustration. He turned his still furry form to face the now enraged Toymaker.
“Temper, temper” he said with a grin.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 16, 2021 3:57:02 GMT
“ You still can’t over power me, Doctor! You are still a teddy bear.” The Toymaker pointed out.
“Not for long.” The fierce furry 12 said, and then noticing Clara still in The Toymaker’s pocket, he added “Clara I know you like me as a teddy bear but...”
Then all of a sudden saucy burlesque music came on and 12 began to pull at a zipper that was suddenly on his furry forehead. He winked and then began to dramatically strip off his teddy bear self as if it were just a costume, slowly revealing 12’s younger dark haired form. And then he stood and cheekily smiled. “Impossible!” shouted the Toymaker infuriated.
“ You should know by now I don’t play by the rules” 12 said triumphantly. And then he grabbed the still tiny porcelain Clara out of the Toymaker’s pocket while the Toymaker was still in shock. Then he kissed Clara’s tiny porcelain hand and she slowly began to change back.
“What do you think?” 12 asked Clara, cocking one dark eyebrow.
“Umm Doctor, you’re naked.” Clara replied giggling .
“Am I?” 12 blushed bright crimson.
“I’m still here” The Toymaker said very irritated.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 16, 2021 18:16:25 GMT
The Doctor grasped his nose, and blew. Instead of sneezing, the force reversed into the Doctor's body, passing all the way down to his feet. As the wave moved, it aged him up to his regular appearance, and restored his clothing.
"Hey!" exclaimed Clara, "you don't normally dress like that! That's expensive tailoring, you normally dress like you've raided the racks at Oxfam!"
"That," replied the Doctor sententiously, "is a vile calumny. Also, if I'm going to manipulate the fabric of reality, I'm going to manipulate it to my own advantage. And my own fabric's advantage, too."
In the background, the Toymaker hurriedly consulted a dictionary.
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Post by grinch on Mar 16, 2021 18:20:42 GMT
Still very much unseen, the Elder Gods looked on completely transfixed by these strange events.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2021 3:58:29 GMT
The Toymaker's hand swept across the shelves surrounding the Master Computer. Absorbing every detail. Each book a combusting in a smouldering pan-flash of psionic power. A vainglorious bonfire of onomasticons, dictionaries, glossaries and thesaurai. As the flames rose around her, her mind rent open the pages of a Miasimia Gorian text. All Xs and Ss. Her grin savage, she turned to the Doctor and Clara and let loose the first paragraph like a fistful of knucklebones. Hands the size of small moons smoothed the pile and rearranged them into a maze. Trapping the pair inside.
"Ah! But, the Doctor's podsnappery knew no bounds!" The words appeared like earthen piles, allowing the traveller and his friend to climb the dead-end walls. "With determination, charm and no small degree of luck, he conjured a bubble round that would quash the, er--"
Almost, but not quite high enough. He snapped his fingers. The words gone.
"--collie shangles!" interjected Clara. "Allowing them to gaze on high over their prison. Where are we going?"
"Up! The more we see, the more we know."
As they climbed the unsteady lexicon, the crescent arch of the Voidlight beyond the Pocket grew wider into a Cheshire smile.
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