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First, a little background: I recently bought the TVM DVD, and one of the extras on it was Paul McGann's audition for the role of the Eighth Doctor. All well and good, except for the script he was reading from. It was bizarre, it was overwrought, and it was one of the most sublime pieces of crack!fic I have ever come across. Unfortunately, it is incomplete. All we have of this incredible piece of script madness are three short scenes.
So, here's my challenge to the comm: Can anyone take those scenes and make them into a coherent fic? Okay, forget coherent, semi-coherent will do. You don't have to use the actual dialogue, but if you can get in all the plot points mentioned in the dialogue, you win the challenge!
Username: dbskyler
Era (if any): Eighth Doctor
Characters/Pairings (if any): Eighth Doctor, unnamed Time Lord (possibly Borusa?), unnamed woman, the Master, Ulysses the raw-boned weathered farmer of Rassilon
Plot Bunny Summary: See script below
Any Other Notes: According to some sources, the Doctor's scene 1 conversation is with Borusa, but no name is mentioned in the script itself, so I will leave that up to you. If you make the Time Lord Borusa and also manage to make the fic work with "The Five Doctors," you win twice!
Scene 1:
Doctor: I came to say goodbye.
Time Lord: You have sealed your fate.
Doctor: I am so sorry to have caused you so much trouble. You gave me a home when no one else would have me. This is not the way I should've repaid you.
TL: I have never seen a Time Lord arrive quite that way. You never cease to surprise me. I shouldn't have urged you into politics. Maybe one day you'll find out what you're looking for.
Doctor: But I already have. (Holds up scrolls.)
TL: The Scrolls of Rassilon. Show me.
Doctor: They seem to foretell the future.
TL: Why didn't you tell the Time Lords? It is written that the finder of the lost Scrolls . . .
Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Will lead his people out of darkness, I know. But it also says that the finder will be descended from Rassilon. The finder will be descended from Rassilon, like you, like your son Ulysses, like his son, the Master.
TL: I have a confession to make. Until we perfected time travel, many of our early explorers were lost. My own son Ulysses never returned.
Doctor: A great explorer. He will always be a legend among us.
TL: Ulysses had a second child while exploring the blue planet, Earth, by a woman of that world.
Doctor: Well then, is he not the rightful inheritor to the Sash, not the Master?
TL: You are that blue-eyed child. When your mother died, your father sent you back to Gallifrey to be raised among his own people.
Doctor: My brother? The Master? Why didn't you tell me?
TL: I've held our family together with this secret. Because your mother was from Earth, you were of mixed race and would have never been allowed to be a Time Lord. Everything you have to offer Gallifrey would have been lost. Without a clan to protect you, you would've been sent to the wilderness to live among the outsiders.
Doctor: I have to look for my father.
TL: And face your brother. Only then will you take your rightful place.
Scene 2:
Woman: Why do you stare like that?
Doctor: I'm sorry, it's your face . . . See, where I come from, your face would be considered strange. Strange. I find you beautiful.
Woman: Gee, thanks. Who are you?
Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
Woman: What . . . what, doctor of what?
Doctor: Of many things. Temporal engineering, quantum physics, astrology, archeology, medicine, things one must know.
Woman: I have a Ph.D. in physics, and I have never heard of temporal engineering.
Doctor: It hasn't been invented here yet.
Woman: Temporal. You mean you can engineer time?
Doctor: Just call me a tinkerer.
Woman: You know what's going to happen tonight, don't you?
Doctor: Mmm-hmm. Of course. Of course. You see, where I come from, every schoolboy knows about Britain's first long-range rocket launch.
Woman: You picked up a radio signal sent from this museum, you're very familiar with coded languages, and you know about the V2 rockets tonight. How do you explain this?
Doctor: I'm from a different planet.
Woman: Look, I don't know how you got in here, wiseguy, but you are not getting out.
Doctor: It's been fantastic to meet you. I must go.
Woman: I have never had the pleasure of shooting a Nazi, so if you try anything, you get to be my first.
Scene 3:
Doctor: It's incredibly blue.
Woman: It's just floating there. I'm the first human being to ever see it like this. Just a blue ball alone in all this black space.
Doctor: What can you tell me about my father?
Woman: He seemed like a good man.
Doctor: Every single detail. Every detail, don't leave anything out.
Woman: I watched him change from an old man into a raw-boned Kansas farmer. Strong hands and weathered face.
Doctor: What did he say?
Woman: He said, "No matter how far you travel in your life, you can always go home. And I'll be there, waiting for you."
Doctor: That sounds like something he would say.
Woman: Yeah.
Doctor: See, when I search for him again, I need to know what he looks like.
Woman: Well, I'll point him out.
Doctor: We may not be together, you see, when the time comes.
Woman: Oh, yes, of course. I hadn't thought of that.
Doctor: I may never find him.
So, here's my challenge to the comm: Can anyone take those scenes and make them into a coherent fic? Okay, forget coherent, semi-coherent will do. You don't have to use the actual dialogue, but if you can get in all the plot points mentioned in the dialogue, you win the challenge!
Username: dbskyler
Era (if any): Eighth Doctor
Characters/Pairings (if any): Eighth Doctor, unnamed Time Lord (possibly Borusa?), unnamed woman, the Master, Ulysses the raw-boned weathered farmer of Rassilon
Plot Bunny Summary: See script below
Any Other Notes: According to some sources, the Doctor's scene 1 conversation is with Borusa, but no name is mentioned in the script itself, so I will leave that up to you. If you make the Time Lord Borusa and also manage to make the fic work with "The Five Doctors," you win twice!
Scene 1:
Doctor: I came to say goodbye.
Time Lord: You have sealed your fate.
Doctor: I am so sorry to have caused you so much trouble. You gave me a home when no one else would have me. This is not the way I should've repaid you.
TL: I have never seen a Time Lord arrive quite that way. You never cease to surprise me. I shouldn't have urged you into politics. Maybe one day you'll find out what you're looking for.
Doctor: But I already have. (Holds up scrolls.)
TL: The Scrolls of Rassilon. Show me.
Doctor: They seem to foretell the future.
TL: Why didn't you tell the Time Lords? It is written that the finder of the lost Scrolls . . .
Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Will lead his people out of darkness, I know. But it also says that the finder will be descended from Rassilon. The finder will be descended from Rassilon, like you, like your son Ulysses, like his son, the Master.
TL: I have a confession to make. Until we perfected time travel, many of our early explorers were lost. My own son Ulysses never returned.
Doctor: A great explorer. He will always be a legend among us.
TL: Ulysses had a second child while exploring the blue planet, Earth, by a woman of that world.
Doctor: Well then, is he not the rightful inheritor to the Sash, not the Master?
TL: You are that blue-eyed child. When your mother died, your father sent you back to Gallifrey to be raised among his own people.
Doctor: My brother? The Master? Why didn't you tell me?
TL: I've held our family together with this secret. Because your mother was from Earth, you were of mixed race and would have never been allowed to be a Time Lord. Everything you have to offer Gallifrey would have been lost. Without a clan to protect you, you would've been sent to the wilderness to live among the outsiders.
Doctor: I have to look for my father.
TL: And face your brother. Only then will you take your rightful place.
Scene 2:
Woman: Why do you stare like that?
Doctor: I'm sorry, it's your face . . . See, where I come from, your face would be considered strange. Strange. I find you beautiful.
Woman: Gee, thanks. Who are you?
Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
Woman: What . . . what, doctor of what?
Doctor: Of many things. Temporal engineering, quantum physics, astrology, archeology, medicine, things one must know.
Woman: I have a Ph.D. in physics, and I have never heard of temporal engineering.
Doctor: It hasn't been invented here yet.
Woman: Temporal. You mean you can engineer time?
Doctor: Just call me a tinkerer.
Woman: You know what's going to happen tonight, don't you?
Doctor: Mmm-hmm. Of course. Of course. You see, where I come from, every schoolboy knows about Britain's first long-range rocket launch.
Woman: You picked up a radio signal sent from this museum, you're very familiar with coded languages, and you know about the V2 rockets tonight. How do you explain this?
Doctor: I'm from a different planet.
Woman: Look, I don't know how you got in here, wiseguy, but you are not getting out.
Doctor: It's been fantastic to meet you. I must go.
Woman: I have never had the pleasure of shooting a Nazi, so if you try anything, you get to be my first.
Scene 3:
Doctor: It's incredibly blue.
Woman: It's just floating there. I'm the first human being to ever see it like this. Just a blue ball alone in all this black space.
Doctor: What can you tell me about my father?
Woman: He seemed like a good man.
Doctor: Every single detail. Every detail, don't leave anything out.
Woman: I watched him change from an old man into a raw-boned Kansas farmer. Strong hands and weathered face.
Doctor: What did he say?
Woman: He said, "No matter how far you travel in your life, you can always go home. And I'll be there, waiting for you."
Doctor: That sounds like something he would say.
Woman: Yeah.
Doctor: See, when I search for him again, I need to know what he looks like.
Woman: Well, I'll point him out.
Doctor: We may not be together, you see, when the time comes.
Woman: Oh, yes, of course. I hadn't thought of that.
Doctor: I may never find him.