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Post by timegirl on Apr 19, 2021 15:23:03 GMT
12 began to wake up from his trance, and found Clara standing next to him. She smiled. He rather sleepily smiled back. “ I enjoyed your song, but I didn’t understand any of the lyrics. What was it about?” Clara asked.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Apr 20, 2021 18:36:36 GMT
It was all kind of going wrong for Seb. He'd only turned his head for thirty seconds, but a group of Eternals had snuck onto the croquet field and started a game. They weren't killed, of course, but they *had* used up the landmines and absolutely *wrecked* his nice bit of turf. And Joel Glazer had rung up for Missy and yelled something incoherent about Manchester and bastards and Chelsea and bastards, and it was all getting a bit much.
The TARDIS could be arriving any second, and Seb had no time at all to start both evil schemes again from scratch. He just *knew* he should have take that job with Davros. He'd heard that Colony Sarff had been given his own villa on the Lake of Mutations and everything.
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Post by timegirl on Apr 20, 2021 20:41:29 GMT
Back in the TARDIS, 12 was telling Clara what his song meant.
“Oh that’s what you meant” Clara said appreciatively.
Just then Missy came back with some with some clothes for 12 to wear.
“You want me to wear that?!” 12 said staring at the clothes Missy had brought him.
“ Well you can’t stay in just your undies forever, nice as they are” Missy replied.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Apr 21, 2021 20:22:16 GMT
A crowd of cheering animals greeted the travellers as they emerged from the TARDIS and from Iris's bus onto the croquet field.
The Dodo stepped forward to offer a vote of thanks. Missy sighed, and zapped him with the TCE.
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Post by grinch on Apr 21, 2021 20:45:12 GMT
Panda went to follow Iris and River (the former who was currently basking in the adulation of the crowd) but was stopped by the Fish-Headed Gentleman.
“Awfully sorry, dear fellow but the invitation was only for those two darling friends of yours.”
He gestured over to the side where a few tables and chairs were placed. A dish of jam tarts and mugs of tea carefully on each of them.
“Although, you’re more than welcome to join me in taking in a few refreshments.”
Noticing where the Fish-Headed Gentleman was pointing, Panda sighed and allowed himself to be dragged off by the paw as the Gentleman begun another one of his long anecdotes.
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Post by timegirl on Apr 21, 2021 20:57:06 GMT
12 grumbled as he put on the assortment of his past incarnations clothes on that Missy had brought for him.
“So how do I look?” 12 stood dark eyebrows arched in front of Clara in a rainbow coat that was several sizes too big, tartan trousers that were too short, a bow tie, long scarf, and fez.
Clara burst into fits of laughter!
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Post by fitzoliverj on Apr 22, 2021 17:48:06 GMT
The Doctor and Clara belatedly exited the TARDIS.
"See!" the Doctor exclaimed. "Nobody's laughing at me."
"No, they're all crying," Clara wondered.
"That's because your study-buddy just shrank one of them to death!" yelled an irate River Song, marching up to the Doctor.
"Ignore her, everyone," the Doctor confided, "she got her degree at an adult education college, she's got this big chip on her shoulder where us university graduates are concerned.."
River looked to be about to strike or throttle or something the Doctor; at this point, Seb thought it best to intervene.
"If I could have everybody's attention, please," he cautiously announced. "Now, the game is croquet, Master's Invitation, and I have some costumes here for the three ladies who will be playing, if you'd each like to choose one." He indicated to some objects slung over his arm.
"Medical scrubs?" asked River.
"What's this, chuck?" asked Iris. "An Andy-Pandy outfit?"
Seb hurried up. "Apologies, that's not yours. That's for someone who's playing next." He handed over the correct costume; meanwhile, Clara was examining hers with disgust.
"Why I am left with Queen Victoria?!" she fumed.
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Post by grinch on Apr 22, 2021 18:02:09 GMT
From the side, Panda looked on as he took a sip from his truly wretched tea. Glancing over to his ‘companion, he saw that his fishy friend was currently tucking into a jam tart.
Good, he thought. Finally, a stay of execution from having to listen to another one of his stories.
Casting his eye back over his surroundings, it occurred to him suddenly that he wasn’t even surprised in the slightest that he ended up in this ‘Wonderland’ for lack of a better term.
Certainly he and Iris had been involved in stranger adventures in the past. Take that one time for example where he and Frobisher had to defend the acts of the Royal Variety Performance from the threat of the Scorchies...
He paused. And allowing himself the luxury of a frown, gently placed his tea cup down.
It had been a long time since he had seen Frobisher. Too long as a matter of fact.
But then again, to a time traveller such things are all relative. Or then again, maybe he was just getting old.
He sighed and once again picked up his teacup.
“Jam tart?” offered the Fish-Headed Gentleman as he held the plate out.
Panda looked at him. Then back at the plate. Then back to him again.
He shrugged and took one from him. Lemon Curd. His favourite.
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Post by timegirl on Apr 22, 2021 20:23:24 GMT
“And old Queen Victoria at that!” Clara complained putting on the well padded matronly black dress and harsh grey wig that Missy had provided her with.
“ I think you look fine, Clara. You don’t look any different to me.” 12 reassured her smiling awkwardly. To him Clara was Clara.
“ What’s that supposed to mean?! At least you can move easily in your costume!” Clara said angrily adjusting the large false breasts and tummy Missy had sewn into the costume.
“You don’t look very amused” Missy said, giggling. She couldn’t resist.
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Post by eric009 on Apr 23, 2021 13:27:09 GMT
large false breasts started to grow 12 was incase in them missy burst into fits of laughter! saying Nestene were back
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Post by fitzoliverj on Apr 23, 2021 17:45:51 GMT
"I am so sorry!" gasped Seb, hurrying up to remove the offending garments. "I had absolutely *no* idea-"
"Why not?" demanded the Doctor. "Why didn't you think Missy'd do something like this? She's completely mad!"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," remarked a large cat laconically. "We're all mad here."
"And I'm not happy about this game business," muttered the Doctor, partly to himself, and partly to the cat. "I've just come from dealing with the Celestial Toymaker."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about him," the cat grinned. "He's still entertaining the Gods of Ragnorak with his one-man show, "Help, I'm Trapped In a Pocket Dimension", now it's in its billionth year."
"And you all look a bit... familiar," the Doctor said, looking closely at the cat, whcih grinned back at him. "Are you sure this isn't the Land of Fiction again?"
"No indeed," the cat assured him. "We may be mad, but we're all biological entities. The denizens of the Land of Fiction... well, they're all made there." And with that pun, the cat faded away, leaving behind his grin, which slowly followed.
"And you," said the Doctor, turning to the next creature, "have you and I met before?"
"You?" asked a haughty caterpillar, sitting on a large toadstool and smoking a hookah, "Who Are You?"
"Is that a yes or a no?" the Doctor asked.
"One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter," the caterpillar replied, but the Doctor got the impression it wasn't addressing him. He looked down, and saw a small shape running hither-and-thither. Shrugging, the Doctor broke off two pieces of the mushroom and dropped them. Inerringly, the small shape ran to one of the pieces and picked it up and appeared to raise it to its mouth.
WOOMPH!
The entity shot up in height, revealing itself to be none other than the Dodo.
"How did you survive that?" the Doctor asked, shocked. "You should have been killed, getting shrunk like that."
"Oh, we don't die here," the Dodo replied. "We're pretty invulnerable, and carry on living whatever the weather. Like going round and round in circles in time. Round and round and round we go, And dance forevermore, Once we were behind, But now we find we are be-"
"I get the idea," the Doctor interrupted.
"Backward, forward, outward, inward, Bottom to the top," the Dodo continued. "Never a beginning, There can never be a stop!"
"A discrete temporal anomaly," the Doctor considered. "Like the temporal grace of the TARDIS. So, no matter what Missy does, we can't be harmed?"
"Oh, *you* can die," the Dodo corrected him, "but we residents are immune. Up and down and round, that's us - you'd just go up. *Blown* up, that is!" He chuckled at his joke. "Right up, up up!"
The Doctor started to pay attention. "What do you mean, blown right up?"
"Oh, didn't you know?" the Dodo asked, wiping his eyes. "Missy has had the croquet lawn sown with landmines."
"WHAT?"
The Doctor spun round, and to his horror saw Clara jumping up and down on a clump of grass, prior to making her first stroke at croquet, to ensure her ball moved in the direction she hit it.
Clara was ready to make her first stroke... and as the Doctor took off across the field towards her, it could easily be her last!
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Post by timegirl on Apr 23, 2021 18:07:11 GMT
“Since this is the land of fiction Clara and I can change the rules of the game” 12 thought. He started to take off his costume in defiance until he was in just a young man in his question mark underpants like before.
“ That’s a bit cheeky of you.” Miss said with a Cheshire Cat smile.
“ Clara we are in the land of fiction. You don’t have to play Missy’s rules. Take your costume off like I did so you can move better.” 12 called out to Clara.” 12 called out to Clara.
Clara tried to remove the harsh grey wig perched on her head but it was seared to her scalp, then she tried to take off the padded dress only to discover that the padding was now her actual flesh. Clara really was as old and fat as the Queen Victoria costume made her look! She cried, a single tear dripped down her face. How would she win now.
“ What did you do to Clara? “ 12 yelled furiously at Seb and Missy.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Apr 23, 2021 20:14:13 GMT
Missy shrugged. "She's just getting into the swing of things. Playing her part. Just like the other ladies."
She pointed, and the young Doctor saw 'Elizabeth Corday' - and was that Olive off of "On the Buses" - familiarising themselves with their flamingoes. And, pushing past them, a running figure.
"Oh, look," she remarked, "your daddy's coming."
The Doctor - the older one - suddenly tripped over a large cat that had materialised in his path, and collided the younger model.
"Nobody move!" he exclaimed. "Especially nobody on the croquet field - it's rigged to explode. But especially not *you*."
This remark he addressed to the younger Doctor, who was if anything grinning wider than the Cheshire Cat.
"I know what you are now," the Doctor said, standing up. "A practically unkillable, shapeshifting killer. And now you've infected Clara!" He turned to Clara. "Whatever he's told you, it's a lie. And you really are standing in a minefield."
"Hang on," interjected Missy. "With the costumes - that was me. Him I don't know about, but turning her into Queen Victoria, all me. I'm not having whatever-he-is take the credit."
"We are not amused," the Queen announced.
"Be quiet," the Doctor told her. "I'm talking to Junior, here. You're a Gwanzalum, aren't you?"
"The last of my kind," the young Doctor confirmed. "And I'm *hungry*."
"I can understand why you'd want to come here," the Doctor pontificated. "You've been manipulating us all from the start, haven't you? Impersonating me, and Strax, and me again, just trying to get yourself aboard Missy's little trip here, to a world full of creatures like you that can never die."
"Eee, I don't thing any of us want to be compared to the likes of 'im," interjected a fat young man with a Wigan accent.
"Contrariwise," agreed his twin.
"Well, now you've got me," the younger Doctor sneered, "what do you intend to do?"
"Well, for starters, I-" The Doctor stopped, and looked around. "Hang on. Does anybody hear... ticking?"
The assembled company looked about, and one by one their gazes fell to Queen Victoria's feet.
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Post by timegirl on Apr 23, 2021 20:46:26 GMT
The real Doctor picked up Queen Victoria er-Clara and struggled to carry her to safety before the explosion.
After what seemed like ages he placed her down to safety. “Are you okay Clara?” The Doctor said concerned.
“No what if I’m stuck like this forever? Even if I do look like a Royal, I don’t want to be a fat old lady!” Clara cried.
“ I will think of something and even if you are stuck like that your still my Clara. What’s wrong with grey hair and who cares if you put on a few extra pounds?” 12 said trying to console her brushing a tear off her cheek.
“Thanks even so I would rather not be stuck like this! Hey when did you get older again? I thought you became the new and improved young Doctor?” Clara said drying a tear with her Queen Victoria dress. “ I decided to age up so you wouldn’t feel bad once I saw your costume had become real” the Doctor said
“ I guess we are both a couple of old folgies” Clara said smiling through tears.
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Post by grinch on Apr 23, 2021 21:17:29 GMT
There was a slight pause as the Dodo brushed some debris off himself.
‘And that’s one point to them’ he said as he noted it down on a nearby chalkboard.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Apr 24, 2021 13:36:17 GMT
"Point?" objected the Doctor. "What's the point of any of this? It's all madness!"
"Well," observed the Cheshire Cat, who had contrived to materialise seated atop the bustle of Queen Victoria (Clara)'s costume, "we're all mad here."
"And you can naff off right back to Warrington," snapped the Doctor.
Off in the tea area, Panda could see the Doctor gesticulating wildly, but he was having difficulty hearing what anybody was actually saying over the constant drone of the fish-headed man. Then, suddenly, he was all but deafened by a great cry from behind him -
"CHANGE PLACES!"
A man with a big hat rather rudely sat down at the table with Panda and the fishman. He plonked a teapot down on the table, but neither Panda nor the fishman seemed inclined toward it, since there was a noise coming from that bespoke of some living creature inside.
A large rabbit, clearly more inclined to being conciliatory, sat down next to Panda and offered, "have some wine."
This was more like it. Panda looked from left to right.
"Do we have any wine?"
"No," the rabbit replied.
Panda, like Clara a litle earlier, was not amused. Then, suddenly, he heard his name being yelled.
Iris had apparently clouted Missy over the head with the ticket machine slung around her neck. "Try and hypnotise me with your mind-control cossies, would you?" he heard her shouting, just. "I've been a Time Lord, a priestess of Karn, a Vegas starlet, a who knows what else.... my mind's as solid as a rock, you hussy. Panda, NOW!"
Panda was nonplussed. He turned to the fishman. "Am I supposed to have been working to some plan all this time?"
The fish-headed man grinned, almost as wide as the Gwanzalum or the Cheshire Cat. "Why not? *I* have."
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Post by timegirl on Apr 24, 2021 14:25:13 GMT
Just then the Fish headed man started to change, and grow a beak and feathers until it was revealed he was none other than Panda’s old friend and the Doctor’s old companion Frobisher!
“Frobisher?!” both Panda and the Doctor shouted in shock.
“ I think arrived just in time Doc!” Frobisher ran over to the Doctor and Queen Victoria /Clara.
“Don’t worry you won’t have to stay ‘not amused’ forever” he said to Clara and winking.
Before Clara could ask what he meant Frobisher took out a bag of magic dust and blew it on the Doctor and Queen Victoria/Clara and all of a sudden they both floated in the air surrounded by the gold magic dust
The dust started to transform Clara back into her normal self, her hair getting darker and body started loosing all the weight the Queen Victoria costume had added. 12 started to change too, his hair darkened, his skin smoothed, and his body toned. Both their clothes changed too Clara’s matronly Queen Victoria dress turned into a sexy white sequined cocktail dress and 12’s usual clothes turned into a suave looking white suit with a slightly opened shirt and he suddenly had a guitar with him. They both took each other’s hands and floated back to the ground.
Missy groaned, “Oh god, their going to sing aren’t they?”
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Post by fitzoliverj on Apr 25, 2021 8:38:31 GMT
Then she collapsed to the ground, unconcious - Iris had clouted her again.
"Stand back, I'm a Doctor", cried Dr Corday, pushing her way through to the prone Missy.
"You got any more magic dust?" the Doctor asked Frobisher. "Put River back to sorts?"
Frobisher shook his head. "Sorry, just enough for two."
"Ee, don't worry about her," Iris assured them. "A bit of time back on the bus'll sort her right out."
"Come to think of it, *why* have you got magic dust? And why are you here?" the Doctor demanded.
"The best way to answer that," Frobisher replied, "is over some tea. Come over to the table and have some."
Panda groaned. "This is where I came in."
"We can get your double a chair, too," Frobisher continued. "Sit him down with Hatta and Haigha... it's always tea-time and never dinner at their table, so a hungry little appetite like him will be stuck harmless forever."
That, at last, disposed of the Gwanzulum. The Doctor and Clara, and a reluctant Panda, followed Frobisher to the tea tables, while Iris firmly escorted River/Corday back to the bus. Seb glumly dragged Missy's body away, and the various animals and onlookers gradually began to disperse.
"Now, let's have some tea," Frobisher said, once the four of them were seated, and poured some out. "Can I press you to a cake, Clara?"
Clara took a look at the selection. They all had 'Eat Me' picked out in pink sugar icing.
"Go on," said Frobisher, his eyes narrowing. "Take one."
Clara picked up a cake, and took a bite.
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Post by grinch on Apr 25, 2021 8:50:08 GMT
She smiled. It was delicious.
Frobisher nodded approvingly. “Good, you looked like you could do with that” he said.
‘Never mind her” muttered Panda “What on Earth are you doing here?”
“And here I was thinking you’d be pleased to see me.” remarked Frobisher.
“Of course I am.” replied Panda. “But it has been a very long time.”
“Has it?” said Frobisher scratching his chin with a flipper. “Huh. I suppose it has been. What’s the last thing we did together?”
“I sang at your mothers funeral. Or have you forgotten that as well?” said Panda.
“....Is that the one where you got drunk at the wake and started a fight with my brother in law?” asked Frobisher, a small smirk on his face.
“Unfortunately” answered Panda trying to ignore the reproachful looks from Clara and the Doctor.
“Heh. Certainly won’t be forgetting that in a hurry.” chuckled Frobisher taking a long appreciative sip of his tea.
He placed the cup back down.
“To be honest, I’m a little surprised you didn’t see through my little disguise. I mean hell, I pulled the same trick back on Zeta Four.”
“Zeta Four?” Panda’s eyes narrowed as he tried to recall. Then he paused, a look on realisation on his furry face.
“Oh.”
A pause.
“I think you and I remember Zeta Four very differently” he said.
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Post by timegirl on Apr 25, 2021 12:36:31 GMT
As the two animals were talking, Clara was beginning to feel very strange from the cake.
12 noticed she had stopped eating. “Clara are you okay?”
Then suddenly Clara started to grow, taller and taller until her head reached the clouds.
“Umm, Frobisher what was in those cakes?”. Clara asked her voice echoing.
“Oh no” the bird said.
“ This is just like that time-“ Panda started.
“Give us a minute.” 12 said to the two old friends. Then he turned to Clara. “Can I come up?” He asked her.
Clara gently picked 12 up until he was eye level with her.
Not knowing what to say 12 blurted out “You’re like a t-Rex!”
“ Doctor!” Clara rolled her enormous eyes.
“Because you’re a big sexy woman!” 12 clarified and then he took out his guitar and sang a song about his giant Clara ......
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