Jan. 4th, 2016

Ridiculous Whoniverse fic continues to be ridiculous. It's a little over 6k words now and soon I'm getting to one of the scenes I've been really looking forward to and in the meantime I've got this nonsense to write:

Kalheth frowned. "It's, er. Really, you came here and you don't know what it's called?"

"We were trying to get to London," said Neeloc, apologetically.

"He was trying to get to London," said Taylor, not looking up from adjusting the map. "I've very little interest in the place."

"Well," said Kalheth, "well, er. This planet's called 'Earth' --"

"We know," said Neeloc.

"Wait, really, that's their name for it too?" Taylor asked. "Oh, oh, right, the translation circuit. But wait, what are the actual sounds that --"

"Don't think too hard about it or it might not work," advised Neeloc.

"How very Gallifreyan," said Taylor under his breath, not quietly enough for Neeloc to miss.

"And the town," said Kalheth, loudly, ignoring them completely, "is called Pesksorlkathandr."

"Peskorcath...something," Taylor said. "Peskorlak-- Peksor -- so your town is here," he said, giving up. "We're here," he said, "I think, unless North is the wrong way -- no, no, we're here. Good. Okay. Anyway, see that little red blip? That's us."

Neeloc turned to watch Taylor. The map he had was spattered with little colored blips; theirs was only the brightest. Neeloc had a sinking feeling about what the others represented. He realized suddenly that he had no idea how to solve this. Stories about the Doctor had made it sound easy -- show up, run down some corridors, be clever, then leave before anyone could make you stick around and be President or whatever.

It feels really weird writing a story where both the people in the TARDIS are pretty much equals, and neither of them can really pretend they know more than the other. On the one hand Neeloc's canonically a huge fan of the Doctor, so he's trying to emulate that, but on the other hand... he isn't actually the Doctor at all; he's naive and short-sighted and has a sort of booksmart arrogance that probably won't last very long. Taylor must have been incredibly intelligent to be admitted to the Academy as a human (or so I imagine; at the very least IIRC Galadina, one of their friends, says that everyone in their clique is extraordinarily smart compared to other Academy students) and I imagine he worked very hard to get there, but he's impulsive, quick to anger, and naive in his own way, plus he's got a chip on his shoulder as an offworlder on Gallifrey. They're both obviously flawed, and they know each other, so I can't really write anyone being effortlessly brilliant and saving the day with some technobabble and scenery-chewing, at least not unless I use an outsider POV. I'm comfortable with writing this kind of thing in other fandoms, but I feel weirdly uncomfortable writing it in the Whoniverse.

Also, man, I'm really glad nothing about the Silurians makes sense, because if half the shit I (or anyone else) was writing about them was true we'd have an extensive archaeological record of them.

Um. I guess I should also get some stuff off my chest that I've been kind of avoiding thinking about, so here, have some bitching and moaning about real life things.

Pet death & other sad RL things )



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