The Doctor (justthedoctor_) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-11-24 13:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, gadreel, ninth doctor, rose tyler, sam winchester |
surprisingly, this has not happened before (open)
It was just so bright.
The Doctor stepped backward, as though to get away from the brightness of the square. It was day time and there were torches at the foot of the platform he stood on, which he quickly realized was a stage. Based on the dress of the people standing there, watching him, waiting for him to do something, the Doctor placed the time period in at least a rough era, and wished he could be more exact with at least a decade, but he could not. Not right this second. Not without using the TARDIS or the Sonic. Not without talking to these people.
"Come on, get on with it!" one of the onlookers shouted. It was a woman with a disapproving face. It seemed, based solely on her expression, that she thought the Doctor stupid.
As he turned to look behind him, the Doctor could not blame her.
A large banner hung behind him, serving as a backdrop for the stage, and it read THE MAGICKAL ACTS OF JOHN SMYTH THE ADEQUATE, with a set of times listed after.
Adequate? That wasn't a ringing endorsement, was it?
Still, the Doctor smiled broadly and decided to enjoy this. "Right then! Pressing on!"
He rubbed his hands together with something like glee. He reached into his coat pocket, noticing that it was an ornate coat, not his leather jacket, and well patched on the inside, as though he'd had it quite some time, and removed the Sonic Screwdriver.
"For my next trick," he said, smirking, "with this wand, I will make that banner back there accurate!"