A Night on Gallifrey: a fan-fic by me!!
It was a dark and stormy night.
Ok. It wasn't. It just sounds dramatic. It wasn't a dark and stormy night. I'll start again.
It was a wonderful, cloudless night. The moon and stars shone brightly in the night sky.
Ok. This isn't true either. It's just as dramatic and romantic as the previous setting. I'll start again.
It was a rather boring night. Clouds obscured the moon and most of the stars. There was some wind. On the plain stood one structure. Isolated. Alone. The House of the Other.
It wasn't actually a house. It was a castle. A stone superstructure, with defensive fortifications and many rooms. In this northern region of Gallifrey there stood three castles. One belonging to Omega, one to Rassilon, and this one here belonging to the mysterious being known only as the Other.
In the banquet room, the three aforementioned heroes of Gallifrey were seated around a round table. Omega thumped the table.
"The time for stalling is over! We need to know now!"
"Yes," agreed the Other, fidgeting with this question mark umbrella. "We've debated it long enough. It's time to make a decision."
"So?" continued Omega. "What is your decision? Is the Jon Pertwee Recipe Book canon?"
Rassilon paused. It was a big moment in the history of Gallifrey. Countless generations all over the universe would judge them for what they choose. In his mind he went over all the arguments. Finally, he reached his decision. He took a deep breath, looked at his comrades, and spoke.
"Yes. Yes my brothers. The Jon Pertwee Recipe Book is indeed canon!"
"Excellent," declare the Other, reaching into his pocket for his mobile phone communicator. "McShane? Ah yes, we've made our decision. It's canon."
Back on earth, Dorothy 'Ace' McShane punched the air.
"Wicked!!" she cried. And that air punch moment was the start of the celebrations. There was much rejoicing.
The End.
Ok. It wasn't. It just sounds dramatic. It wasn't a dark and stormy night. I'll start again.
It was a wonderful, cloudless night. The moon and stars shone brightly in the night sky.
Ok. This isn't true either. It's just as dramatic and romantic as the previous setting. I'll start again.
It was a rather boring night. Clouds obscured the moon and most of the stars. There was some wind. On the plain stood one structure. Isolated. Alone. The House of the Other.
It wasn't actually a house. It was a castle. A stone superstructure, with defensive fortifications and many rooms. In this northern region of Gallifrey there stood three castles. One belonging to Omega, one to Rassilon, and this one here belonging to the mysterious being known only as the Other.
In the banquet room, the three aforementioned heroes of Gallifrey were seated around a round table. Omega thumped the table.
"The time for stalling is over! We need to know now!"
"Yes," agreed the Other, fidgeting with this question mark umbrella. "We've debated it long enough. It's time to make a decision."
"So?" continued Omega. "What is your decision? Is the Jon Pertwee Recipe Book canon?"
Rassilon paused. It was a big moment in the history of Gallifrey. Countless generations all over the universe would judge them for what they choose. In his mind he went over all the arguments. Finally, he reached his decision. He took a deep breath, looked at his comrades, and spoke.
"Yes. Yes my brothers. The Jon Pertwee Recipe Book is indeed canon!"
"Excellent," declare the Other, reaching into his pocket for his mobile phone communicator. "McShane? Ah yes, we've made our decision. It's canon."
Back on earth, Dorothy 'Ace' McShane punched the air.
"Wicked!!" she cried. And that air punch moment was the start of the celebrations. There was much rejoicing.
The End.