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| Blog Title: extract form upcoming Doctor Who comic |
| My drWho oc, Celene. And my friends Doctor who OC, Kirsty. Celene stared at the Doctor in disbelief as he made the finishing touches on their new mode of transport. “Let me get this straight, Doctor. Your Granddaughter has been taken over by the Master, her father, and he is controlling her brain making her do whatever he wants.” “Yes.” “So, as the whim of the Master, she has stolen the TARDIS and taken Martha and Jack hostage in it.” “That’s the case.” “And she left us stranded, here on BLOODY CEREVAI 8!” screamed Celene, throwing her arms wide to show the lump of rock they were standing on with no other planets or stars in site, the only light being emitted from the Sonic screwdriver and only other objects there the porthole they had made. “Uh-huh.” “So, we are going to go after them in this piece of junk?” The Doctor straightened up and stared at her. “This is not a piece of junk. It is a very advanced piece of Machinery, designed by behind periodic geniuses from the blueprints of the vehicle that was designed to get them from one place in a dimension to another in a short amount of time.” Celene blinked. “Doctor. It. Is. A. Unicycle.” “With sonic thrusters.” “With your sonic screwdriver attached to the seat.” “…” “Doctor. That’s what it is. Besides, how are we supposed to both get on it? It only has one seat! What are awe going to do? You give me a piggyback?!” “We’ll manage.” Said the Doctor, airily, and went back to trying to tape his Sonic screwdriver to the seat in a position where he could sit on it and not get it up his…rear end. Celene sat on the ground and continued making the final adjustments on the time vortex porthole control (a TV remote with a AAA battery and a laser pointer glued to it). --- “Doctor. You have to be kidding.” Said Celene, her arms round the Doctor’s neck, in one hand the Vortex porthole control, and legs round his waist as he balanced on the seat of the unicycle. “You suggested it. Besides, it was this or attaching you by your wrist to the back.” “I would have preferred that-” A red light dinged on the Vortex porthole. “PRESS THE REMOTE!” Celene pushed the button on the remote that said ‘TV GUIDE’, and from the middle swirls began to emerge, like the tunnels the TARDIS rode. “RIDE, DOCTOR, RIDE!” screamed Celene. The doctor began to furiously pedal the unicycle. Celene shut her eyes and braced herself as they hit the porthole and--ZAP. They were one, and once again Cerevai 8 was a lifeless piece of rock floating aimlessly around the universe. |
| Last Edited/Updated on:April 27, 2008 at 12:44 pm |
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