Pete Campbell and his bitchface
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December 29, 2011
November 21, 2011
325: I don't even
This is the sort of thing that happens when you spend too much time thinking about what would happen if the Doctor met characters from your other favorite shows.
The body was fresh. At least, that was Lanie’s best guess. “Drained dry,” she told Beckett. “As far as I can tell, your victim’s got no blood.” An officer pointed out a man among the looky-loos and said he’d asked to speak to the lead detective. Beckett followed the uni to the tape line and gave the guy a once-over. Tall, white, thirties. Unruly hair. Brown pin-striped suit, long trench coat. Sneakers. Interesting.
“You’re in charge here?” he asked as she approached. He had a London accent.
“Detective Kate Beckett. Who are you?”
"I’m the Doctor,” he replied, as though it meant something. “Tell me, Detective Kate Beckett, do you have a bloodless murder victim in that alleyway back there?”
Beckett narrowed her eyes. “How did you know that?”
“Because somewhere in this city, there’s a Plasmavore hiding in plain sight, just waiting to drain someone else dry. You’ll never find him with fingerprints or forensics, and if you don’t find him soon, the Judoon will sweep in, and believe me, you do not want them scanning first and asking questions later. You need an expert, Detective. You need me.”
Beckett laughed. “In this job, Doctor, I can believe a lot of things, but that line of bull you just fed me? Not one of them.”
The stranger looked grave for a long moment. Suddenly, a wide grin lit his face. “Oh, we’ll see about that, Kate.”
The body was fresh. At least, that was Lanie’s best guess. “Drained dry,” she told Beckett. “As far as I can tell, your victim’s got no blood.” An officer pointed out a man among the looky-loos and said he’d asked to speak to the lead detective. Beckett followed the uni to the tape line and gave the guy a once-over. Tall, white, thirties. Unruly hair. Brown pin-striped suit, long trench coat. Sneakers. Interesting.
“You’re in charge here?” he asked as she approached. He had a London accent.
“Detective Kate Beckett. Who are you?”
"I’m the Doctor,” he replied, as though it meant something. “Tell me, Detective Kate Beckett, do you have a bloodless murder victim in that alleyway back there?”
Beckett narrowed her eyes. “How did you know that?”
“Because somewhere in this city, there’s a Plasmavore hiding in plain sight, just waiting to drain someone else dry. You’ll never find him with fingerprints or forensics, and if you don’t find him soon, the Judoon will sweep in, and believe me, you do not want them scanning first and asking questions later. You need an expert, Detective. You need me.”
Beckett laughed. “In this job, Doctor, I can believe a lot of things, but that line of bull you just fed me? Not one of them.”
The stranger looked grave for a long moment. Suddenly, a wide grin lit his face. “Oh, we’ll see about that, Kate.”
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March 30, 2011
089: Intellect and romance over brute force and cynicism
New Doctor Who trailer!
Neil Gaiman tweeted that a line from the episode he wrote made it into the trailer, so I'm amusing myself by trying to figure out which one it is. I'm less than thrilled by the return of River Song; I've never been fond of her, and the constant reminders that she's Someone Important! to the Doctor have just annoyed me from the get-go. Also, I could do without the kissing -- if anyone's going to be kissing, it should be Amy and Rory, who are kind of the best couple ever. I'm intrigued by the fact that parts of the new season were shot in the States, and I wonder if that means there will be American actors in those episodes, as well, or if we'll have to endure a full season of terrible accents that are only American in the minds of the actors mangling them.
We shall see. (And so very soon! Huzzah!)
(Subject line props to Craig Ferguson)
Neil Gaiman tweeted that a line from the episode he wrote made it into the trailer, so I'm amusing myself by trying to figure out which one it is. I'm less than thrilled by the return of River Song; I've never been fond of her, and the constant reminders that she's Someone Important! to the Doctor have just annoyed me from the get-go. Also, I could do without the kissing -- if anyone's going to be kissing, it should be Amy and Rory, who are kind of the best couple ever. I'm intrigued by the fact that parts of the new season were shot in the States, and I wonder if that means there will be American actors in those episodes, as well, or if we'll have to endure a full season of terrible accents that are only American in the minds of the actors mangling them.
We shall see. (And so very soon! Huzzah!)
(Subject line props to Craig Ferguson)
March 20, 2011
079: (Steam)punked
January 3, 2011
003: Bigger on the inside
I spent the day underground in the storage caverns at work, hefting boxes and trying to decipher their contents, so rather than put together coherent thoughts, I'll just toss up a few found-on-the-internets images from Doctor Who (2005-present, not classic Who, through which I am still slowly working my way). I used to say, only half-joking, that I was still waiting for my Hogwarts letter to arrive. Now, as an adult, I'm waiting for the TARDIS to turn up in my driveway.
I'm only halfway kidding.





all images via weheartit
I'm only halfway kidding.





all images via weheartit
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