Five Ex-Companions, part five
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kbkMemewhorage again: comment, and I ask you five questions, and you answer them, and post your answers to your journal.
1. What is your favorite thing in your city?
um... its history? There's really not much here. Sigh.
2. If offered the choice between John Sheppard and Rodney McKay, which do you choose? (for whatever you want)
Eek. Rodney, I think. For pretty much anything. Even though he would yell at me and make me cry. He could teach me astrophysics for the second time. And we could watch DW and snark.
3. What's the best part of your week?
Doctor Who! Or, um. Best in mental health terms is that I go and volunteer in the charity shop one afternoon a week and that is quite good.
4. Favorite dessert?
Orange chocolate cheesecake with cream. Mmm.
5. Name three (or more, if you have them) lines you've crossed - things you thought you'd never do, and suchlike.
Write explicit sex.
Go travelling in a strange country on my own.
Admit to mental health problems in "normal" company.
Title: Five Ex-Companions OR The Revelations Of Five People Who, In Their Respective Pasts, Travelled With The Doctor
Author: kbk
Fanda: DW crossovering with various. In this instance, Ivor The Engine, a series of children's books by Oliver Postgate and Peter Firmin.
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katemonkey said I should do something random. This is very random, no? These books are probably one of the first memories I have: reading the bits in capital letters along with my Dad, when he read me a story at night. The first two paragraphs here are a direct lift from "The First Story". They give context. No, really. In that book, Ivor joins the choir. In subsequent books, Ivor helps several sheep, an elephant, a dragon and a fox. Ivor is a lovely engine.
Not very long ago, in the top left-hand corner of Wales, there was a railway. It wasn't a very long railway and it wasn't a very important railway but it was called The Merioneth and Llantisilly Rail Traction Company Limited, and it was all there was.
And in a shed, in a siding at the end of the railway, lived the Locomotive of the Merioneth and Llantisilly Rail Traction Company Limited, which was a long name for a little engine so his friends just called him Ivor.
At the end of a long day of work, Ivor's driver Jones the Steam puts Ivor to bed in the shed and goes home for his tea. And Ivor sleeps. And sometimes, Ivor dreams.
Tonight, Ivor is dreaming about something that really happened to him, before he ever came to Llaniog.
The man is short, with a voice that sometimes rolls, but not the same way as the men at Pontypool where Ivor was made. He has a hat that isn't like the one Jones the Steam wears, and isn't like Mrs Ponty's, and isn't like one Ivor's ever seen. And the shed that he placed on the line looked far too small for Ivor to fit, but it wasn't, and there were lots of other things inside.
There was a girl inside, too. At least, Ivor thought she was a girl, even though she didn't wear a dress.
"Professor?" she said. "Didn't you say fossil fuels were evil?"
"A necessary evil," the man said. "And it's not Ivor's fault that he was built to take coal."
PEEP! Ivor agreed.
Ivor liked sitting in this strange shed, and watching the people come and go, but after a while, he got bored. He wanted to do things, and help people, because Ivor was a very useful little engine. The man told him that there weren't many places that had railway lines, and not many people would listen to an engine.
Ivor was quite upset.
Then the man took him to Llaniog, and they met Jones the Steam, and Ivor thought he could be happy there.
In Ivor's dream, the man is waving to him from the door of his strange little blue shed. "Small acts of kindness," he says. "It all adds up."
Ivor wakes up early the next morning.
PERP PORPLY POOP he sings. He is very quiet, so he doesn't wake anyone up. But he is happy.
Who will Ivor help today?
Heh.
1. What is your favorite thing in your city?
um... its history? There's really not much here. Sigh.
2. If offered the choice between John Sheppard and Rodney McKay, which do you choose? (for whatever you want)
Eek. Rodney, I think. For pretty much anything. Even though he would yell at me and make me cry. He could teach me astrophysics for the second time. And we could watch DW and snark.
3. What's the best part of your week?
Doctor Who! Or, um. Best in mental health terms is that I go and volunteer in the charity shop one afternoon a week and that is quite good.
4. Favorite dessert?
Orange chocolate cheesecake with cream. Mmm.
5. Name three (or more, if you have them) lines you've crossed - things you thought you'd never do, and suchlike.
Write explicit sex.
Go travelling in a strange country on my own.
Admit to mental health problems in "normal" company.
Title: Five Ex-Companions OR The Revelations Of Five People Who, In Their Respective Pasts, Travelled With The Doctor
Author: kbk
Fanda: DW crossovering with various. In this instance, Ivor The Engine, a series of children's books by Oliver Postgate and Peter Firmin.
Notes:
katemonkey said I should do something random. This is very random, no? These books are probably one of the first memories I have: reading the bits in capital letters along with my Dad, when he read me a story at night. The first two paragraphs here are a direct lift from "The First Story". They give context. No, really. In that book, Ivor joins the choir. In subsequent books, Ivor helps several sheep, an elephant, a dragon and a fox. Ivor is a lovely engine.Not very long ago, in the top left-hand corner of Wales, there was a railway. It wasn't a very long railway and it wasn't a very important railway but it was called The Merioneth and Llantisilly Rail Traction Company Limited, and it was all there was.
And in a shed, in a siding at the end of the railway, lived the Locomotive of the Merioneth and Llantisilly Rail Traction Company Limited, which was a long name for a little engine so his friends just called him Ivor.
At the end of a long day of work, Ivor's driver Jones the Steam puts Ivor to bed in the shed and goes home for his tea. And Ivor sleeps. And sometimes, Ivor dreams.
Tonight, Ivor is dreaming about something that really happened to him, before he ever came to Llaniog.
The man is short, with a voice that sometimes rolls, but not the same way as the men at Pontypool where Ivor was made. He has a hat that isn't like the one Jones the Steam wears, and isn't like Mrs Ponty's, and isn't like one Ivor's ever seen. And the shed that he placed on the line looked far too small for Ivor to fit, but it wasn't, and there were lots of other things inside.
There was a girl inside, too. At least, Ivor thought she was a girl, even though she didn't wear a dress.
"Professor?" she said. "Didn't you say fossil fuels were evil?"
"A necessary evil," the man said. "And it's not Ivor's fault that he was built to take coal."
PEEP! Ivor agreed.
Ivor liked sitting in this strange shed, and watching the people come and go, but after a while, he got bored. He wanted to do things, and help people, because Ivor was a very useful little engine. The man told him that there weren't many places that had railway lines, and not many people would listen to an engine.
Ivor was quite upset.
Then the man took him to Llaniog, and they met Jones the Steam, and Ivor thought he could be happy there.
In Ivor's dream, the man is waving to him from the door of his strange little blue shed. "Small acts of kindness," he says. "It all adds up."
Ivor wakes up early the next morning.
PERP PORPLY POOP he sings. He is very quiet, so he doesn't wake anyone up. But he is happy.
Who will Ivor help today?
Heh.
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