Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 6, 2011 0:58:09 GMT -5
For all the money in the world, the Second Doctor couldn't be made to understand how the human mind worked. It was genuis, but yet so stupid. Amazing, and yet so revolting. It could change in a heartbeat but still be as stubborn as an ox for years to pass. And so, as the Tardis-that great blue box of time-landed in London, 2000, he was tempted to to find a psychiatrist. He discarded the idea on the account of a parade, and a traveling band all piled up in a trailer.
It was a bit of an older-looking band instrument-wise. The ages of the players ranged from younger girls to old men, and vice versa. A proud grin came to his face as he saw a recorder. He took a seat on a nearby curb, watching the rest of the parade go by. Interesting things, balloons no smaller than houses, optical illusions such as the 'aching knee' trick or the 'spinning spiders.'
It was all well and fun, until it began to rain.
"Oh dear me," he said, gathering himself up and walking back to the Tardis for an umbrella.
The Doctor was confused by one thing. It was raining harder and harder now, but not down. Raining down would be normal, excusable, even unnoticable in ideal circumstances. But these circumstances were anything but ideal. And during a parade, in one particular city, no one forgot to notice one single fact.
It was raining up.
All of a sudden, the Doctor felt as though he were being shot through the stars, like hyper-space in Star Wars. He tumbled over and embraced the ground in a desperate effort to stay on. When he finally had the courage to open his eyes, everything had stopped spinning. The whole city- moved! He had heard the Judoon had done this to a hospital sometime during 2009. Heavens knew who got them back.
But a quick screwdriver scan told him that he was not on the moon. No, the atmosphere revealed one thing, and the voice following confirmed it.
"Ex-ter-min-ate the hu-mans!"
They were on Skaro, home of the Daleks.
It was a bit of an older-looking band instrument-wise. The ages of the players ranged from younger girls to old men, and vice versa. A proud grin came to his face as he saw a recorder. He took a seat on a nearby curb, watching the rest of the parade go by. Interesting things, balloons no smaller than houses, optical illusions such as the 'aching knee' trick or the 'spinning spiders.'
It was all well and fun, until it began to rain.
"Oh dear me," he said, gathering himself up and walking back to the Tardis for an umbrella.
The Doctor was confused by one thing. It was raining harder and harder now, but not down. Raining down would be normal, excusable, even unnoticable in ideal circumstances. But these circumstances were anything but ideal. And during a parade, in one particular city, no one forgot to notice one single fact.
It was raining up.
All of a sudden, the Doctor felt as though he were being shot through the stars, like hyper-space in Star Wars. He tumbled over and embraced the ground in a desperate effort to stay on. When he finally had the courage to open his eyes, everything had stopped spinning. The whole city- moved! He had heard the Judoon had done this to a hospital sometime during 2009. Heavens knew who got them back.
But a quick screwdriver scan told him that he was not on the moon. No, the atmosphere revealed one thing, and the voice following confirmed it.
"Ex-ter-min-ate the hu-mans!"
They were on Skaro, home of the Daleks.
