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Post by timegirl on Mar 17, 2021 3:59:49 GMT
“Why not join in the fun?” thought Clara.
Clara pulled out a feather and began to tickle 12’s nose with it.
“Stop it Clara! ” 12 protested through giggles. “ You’re going to make me-“ but before 12 could finish his sentence he let out a loud sneeze transforming him back into his younger dark haired form and destroying his fancy new clothes in the process, leaving him in his question mark underpants. But also destroying their prison.
“ What did you do that for?” 12 said his dark brows raised.
“ I was just curious.” Clara said playfully “ If it helps its not exactly a bad look for you” Clara continued ruffling his dark hair and giving a wink.
12 took the compliment and quietly smiled.
“I think you’re sneeze destroyed the prison as well!” Clara exclaimed pointing to the rubble.
“ So it did” 12 beamed.
“Can I at least have some clothes though?” 12 said starring down at his undies.
Clara thought, and then all of a sudden 12 was in a tuxedo and Clara a ball gown.
“ Good choice” 12 said looking at his elegant new suit and Clara’s equally glamorous gown.
“ May I have this dance.” Clara said holding out her hand.
12 took her hand they began to float as they danced surrounded a starry night sky that seemed to glitter.
12 stared into Clara’s eyes and wondered would she still dance with him if he hadn’t sneezed and aged down again.
12 shed a tear.
“ I’m sorry I shouldn’t have. I only meant it as bit of fun.” Clara said realizing why 12 was upset.
She kissed his cheek and he was back to his usual self and they continued dancing.
“ There’s my Doctor” Clara said her eyes filled with stars.
12 was so enthralled he didn’t let her go.
There was a full moon in the sky thanks to the Toymaker who had gone completely unnoticed.
“Clara I feel a bit strange.” 12 said, suddenly feeling the urge to howl.
Meanwhile, the unseen elder gods passed their popcorn.
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Post by grinch on Mar 17, 2021 11:53:24 GMT
From afar, the Toymaker watched the Doctor and Clara. With a grin on her face, she pushed and tweaked a few of the controls on the Master Computer pushing the pair further and further into layers of inescapable narratives.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 19, 2021 4:17:23 GMT
12 got a strange look in his eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Clara asked concerned.
They floated down to the floor.
“Clara!” 12 suddenly cried out agony. Suddenly he began to howl! Fur spurted out from every on of his pores. His nose and mouth stretched into a snout. Fanged teeth sprung out. From his backside a long bushy tale grew.
12 had transformed into a werewolf!
“Doctor?” Clara said horrified for 12.
12 came meekly came up to her side trying not to frighten her with his new appearance. He let out a small whimper and licked Clara’s hand affectionately.
Meanwhile the many past and future incarnations inside the Doctor’s mind had also been transformed into werewolves!
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Post by grinch on Mar 19, 2021 10:54:05 GMT
The Doctor paused in his lamentations and pondered for a moment. First Fantasy and now Horror. One Genre for another...
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Post by timegirl on Mar 19, 2021 12:30:49 GMT
12, now a werewolf, wished he could still speak to Clara to tell her everything was going to be okay, but the only thing that came out when he tried to speak were whimpers and howls. He tried to make himself as non frightening as possible for her, but it was hard with razor sharp fangs.
Even his other incarnations in his brain were having difficulty, all of them werewolves themselves. Several of them were currently growling at each other in a stand-off.
The Doctor was really more like a puppy than a terrifying werewolf thought Clara, as she stroked his soft fur in order to keep him calm.
12 wagged his tail appreciatively and made noises that were both happy and a bit sad.
“I feel bad you have to go through being a werewolf alone.” Clara lamented.
Then she had an idea. She stared at the full moon and concentrated. She started to howl and soon enough Clara was a werewolf as well!
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 19, 2021 18:58:50 GMT
Suddenly, a door in the air opened. The wereDoctor could just glimpse a backstage area through the doorway, when suddenly Drax came through and walked up an invisible set of steps towards the sky. He reached out with a screwdriver and quickly took down the moon, descending the non-existent steps with it tucked under his arm.
With a cheery wave and a cry of "I'll send you my bill as normal, right?" to the Toymaker, Drax disappeared through the door and it shut behind him, as though it had never been there.
The Doctor and Clara stood in the middle of the arena feeling a bit silly. All their nice new clothes were now all terribly torn and stretched.
"If you're collecting Time Lords," the Doctor suggested sarcastically to the assembled petty godlings, "any chance you could move the Master and the Monk down the list, and bring in the Tailor early?"
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Post by grinch on Mar 20, 2021 9:48:22 GMT
The Doctor smirked. First Fantasy, then Horror and now Comedy. Well, Drax was always good for a laugh.
Perhaps he could turn this to his advantage he thought.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 20, 2021 13:06:37 GMT
12 pulled out his guitar and winked at Clara.
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Post by The Brigadier on Mar 20, 2021 16:37:32 GMT
The Toymaker stamped her foot dramatically while looking skyward. "Not fair! I had two silver bullets with his name on them!" Her gaze lowered towards the Doctor and Clara. "Oh Doctor...really? As those little apes you're so fond of like to say, fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice......well it's not going to happen. I'll take that thank you!"
With a wave of her hand the guitar was wrenched from the Doctor's grasp, and it flew through the air before coming to halt mere feet in front of her face. For a moment the Toymaker looked over the instrument with mild curiosity before her open hand closed into a tight fist and the guitar instantly crumpled into a tightly compacted ball. Smirking at the now aghast Doctor she plucked the shattered remains from the air, popped it in her mouth...and swallowed it in a single audible gulp.
"Hmmm...delicious." she murmured, licking her fingers in satisfaction. "Now..seeing as they won't let me hunt you and Miss Oswald here then it's time to 'up the ante' as it were. If the life of one little ape you care about won't persuade you to play properly Doctors...and I know you can all hear me in your convacation...how about the lives of ALL the little apes you care for? They'll make such perfect toys don't you think? But... where to start?" The smirk returned to the Toymaker's face as defeaning applause rolled across the sky and she mulled over her options. "The ageless teachers perhaps?...no, wait...the old soldier...or the aging environmentalist?...the journalist with her coven of little apes?...oh..the savage! Now she would be fun to play with..for a while..so maybe the child Princess of a dead world?...the medical technician and the secretary might sting you?....but the shop assistant would twist the blade in deeper... hmmm...or maybe the lovebirds displaced in time by the Angels?"
The Doctors' reactions at what was being implied was just what she had been looking for and she clapped her hands together with childlike glee. "There it is. They're your weakness Doctor.. your Archilles heel. They will all be your downfall....and that rather tasty morsel has given me an idea of just where to start. Seeing as you like music so much..I think a night at the Theatre is in order." The smirk broadened into an evil grin. "I hear the acts at the New Regency can be soooo entertaining..."
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 20, 2021 17:40:44 GMT
"I thought we were here for games," replied the Doctor. "I've certainly been playing silly whatsits all night. But if we're going to the theatre, I suggest you make sure your audience has comfy seats and enough ice cream and popcorn to see them through." He nodded towards three indistinct forms amongst the assembled host; one large, one small, and one medium.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 21, 2021 22:27:41 GMT
“The best part is Doctor, you and Clara are the main attractions!” The Toymaker said with an evil grin.
12 and Clara suddenly found themselves transformed into wooden marionettes!
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 22, 2021 21:59:02 GMT
"I don't like it!" A petulant screech emerged from the formless shapes looking down upon the Doctor and Clara. "They said there would be music, but they're not music, they're puppets! Puppets can't sing!"
A slightly larger shape appeared to lean across to the smaller one. "There, there. Maybe they're going to be clever puppets, like that duck. That can sing, can't it?"
A third shape, larger still, didn't seem to agree. "I don't know about this, mother. I'm not sure I'm finding this... entertaining."
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Post by timegirl on Mar 22, 2021 22:16:41 GMT
Puppet 12 and puppet Clara were terrified of the three shapes in the audience. “What should we do?”the little wooden Doctor asked Clara nervously.
“Play your guitar” said Clara her marionette body struck with fear.
“I don’t have a guitar small enough” 12 said looking down at his small wooden limbs.
Just then...
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Post by grinch on Mar 22, 2021 22:20:16 GMT
He looked down to see that in one of his hands he was holding a tiny recorder. Well, it wasn’t his guitar but it was close enough.
Silently thanking his Second incarnation, he with great difficulty resisted the pull of his strings and raised it to his lips.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 23, 2021 12:00:44 GMT
Puppet 12 was shocked at how easily playing the recorder came back to him as he began to play “Starman”.
The small shape in the audience suddenly got angry and threw their popcorn at the stage. “I want the stupid puppets to sing!”they shouted angrily.
Terrified Puppet Clara opened her little wooden mouth and began to sing along to 12’s recorder.
“Now dance!” Shouted another shape in the audience, throwing their drink at the stage.
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Post by grinch on Mar 23, 2021 13:05:01 GMT
From backstage, the Toymaker looked on upon this performance.
She had to admit, allying herself with the Elder Gods was a risky move, even for a master of games such as herself, but it had paid off dividends.
And besides, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d treated herself to a show.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 23, 2021 19:26:51 GMT
But the Toymaker's smug self-congratulation was misplaced. The Gods of Ragnorak were not feeling entertained. They were fractious, irritable... and getting *bored*.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 24, 2021 11:37:55 GMT
Puppet 12 and puppet Clara were attempting their best soft shoe, while dodging rotten food and boos from the audience.
Then puppet 12 had a thought, “Who is controlling our strings?”
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Post by grinch on Mar 24, 2021 20:01:37 GMT
He looked up to the rafters to see that looming out of the darkness were a pair of giant gloved hands clutching his and Clara’s strings, jerking them from this way to the other.
He wondered which of the other unseen Elder Gods they belonged to. Fenric? Azoth? Maybe even Cthulhu?
He shook his head. No, this wasn’t the time for such contemplations. He had to find a way out of this somehow. One thing was for certain though, the Elder Gods had a pretty strange idea of family entertainment. Still, I suppose that only was to be expected when it came to beings from beyond Time and Space...
He paused suddenly in his train of thought. Then glanced over to backstage where he could just see the silhouette of the Toymaker standing there. No doubt basking in her own glory.
“Family entertainment.” he wondered.
Then he grinned.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 24, 2021 20:21:31 GMT
Deep in the Doctor's mind, the question of who precisely was behind everything was troubling the composite Doctor. But he was finding it very difficult to direct his various personae into productive courses of action.
The Morbius faces had been co-opted onto a committee to consider which Elder Gods might be actively involved, but with the long-haired Cavalier, his immediate successor, and "old Top Hat" all off filming a movie, the remainder insisted that they weren't quorate.
The second, fourth, and seventh Doctors had formed a scratch band - recorder, piccolo, and spoons - and were playing along to the external sound of the real Doctor's various instruments, making it difficult for anybody to think.
The three third Doctors - the Dandy, and his parallel universe counterparts the Facist and the Coward - held each other in such contempt that they refused to acknowledge each others' existence, and just sat together on a bench in silent sulks.
And the Valeyard was irritating all and sundry by ostentatiously walking about holding a tape measure, and talking loudly of wallpaper, matching furniture, and 'vacant possession'.
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