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Post by thascalos on Aug 17, 2005 11:25:29 GMT
But it was too late as Jamie became stuck in the middle of the group of sheep
A sheepdog came hurrying across the field, Zoe screamed
"Zoe it's only a sheep dog. Now come along you too we must get to the village our business there is urgent" said an irriated Doctor
But Zoe didn't move she was staring at the sheep dog as it began seemingly change in to something else
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Post by John Darnacan on Aug 17, 2005 13:23:28 GMT
Zoe realised it wasn't sheep dog at all. As it stood up, it appeared to be a very shaggy man.
"Stay away from the sheep!" said the shaggy man in a loud burp. "Stay away from the sheep!" The shaggy man was wearing the an orange and purple plaid vest, and green and yellow paisley trousers. The man dragged Jamie away from the small flock toward the Doctor.
"His attire reminds me of one of my future selves" he whispered to Zoe.
"Hello there, I'm the Doctor. This is Zoe. And I see you've already met Jamie."
"Greetings. I am Zren Niiktodrenuug" burped the shaggy man with ashonishingly clear diction for someone who was belching such a complex name. "I am the outgoing Prime Minister of Meloria. I assume you are the election observers?"
"Why, yes" lied the Doctor. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Post by thascalos on Aug 17, 2005 13:35:39 GMT
"Doctor I don't understand we can't be here to observe" Jamie began untangling himself from the middle of the flock of sheep
Zren frowned "Well in that case I shall have to report you to the Elders, and let me warn you they will not be best pleased" he burped
"Take no notice of Jamie he gets a bit confused sometimes we were just on our way to make our valuation on the most likely candidates when we seemed to have lost our way some what" the Doctor quickly explained.
Zren smiled "The follow me, follow me I shall show you the way" he cheerfully burped, hurrying on ahead of them.
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Post by John Darnacan on Aug 17, 2005 23:58:49 GMT
As they followed Zren Niiktodrenuug, Prime Minister of Meloria, and abomidable dresser, the Doctor explained to Zoe about the Belch Contest/Election.
"So, why do you care about a local election?" asked Zoe. "I thought you didn't like to interfere with local cultures."
"Well, technically I don't. However, I believe the rude rites of the election are inexorbly linked to time-space conduit between Meloria and Alliteron."
"And why is this time-space thingie important?" asked Jamie.
"Yes, Doctor. Why?" echoed Zoe.
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Meanwhile, on Alliteron, the Seventh Doctor sat down with his sacarinely annoying dimunitive hosts for tea, whowere prattling about the colours of their antenae. The Doctor removed a small metal flask from his inside coat pocket, and poured some of it into his teacup.
"What's that, Perfessor?" asked Ace.
"Gallifreyan whiskey" Ace gave him a shocked look. "I need to get drunk, if I have to put up with this prattle."
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Post by Meddling Monkey on Aug 19, 2005 21:41:22 GMT
Ace perked up. "I could always put some nitro-9 in their teacups" she said gleefully. The Doctor smiled at this suggestion, but then caught himself.
"Ace! No, you know that wouldn't be right, personally satisfying, yes, but not right at all" explained the Doctor. Ace slumped in dissappointment.
"Perfessor, I haven't gotten to blow up anything in weeks!" she complained.
"Patience" the Seventh Doctor answered knowingly, as he gulped some more Gallifreyan Whiskey from his pastel teacup. "Patience".
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Post by armadillozenith on Sept 22, 2005 20:52:38 GMT
...(hours later) ...As the Doctor proceeded to lay the cards out for yet another pointless game, while the Aliteronians looked on at this repetitive rigmarole, almost despite themselves, Ace began to appreciate his wisdom.
'Patience... I see!' she whispered. 'You're showing them something more irritating than their own childishness...'
Even as she spoke, a colourful pixielike native frowned, got up and humphed away, scowling: 'Bo-ring!!'
Another sighed audibly, 'There MUST be MORE to life than THIS'...
'..In order to stimulate their higher faculties, Ace.' agreed the Doctor. 'The radical re-wiring of the brain that heralds adolescence... manifesting as boredom and frustration, prior to maturity'
'I think it's working!' she covered a smile, as more and more Aliteronians switched from inane giggliness to dour-faced irritation.
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Post by John Darnacan on Sept 28, 2005 11:30:47 GMT
Meanwhile on Meloria, the Second Doctor, Zoe, Jamie and Zren Niiktodrenuug, Prime Minister of Meloria, and abomidable dresser, arrived and the Grand Electoral Belchorium, a broad spiral structure.
"The acoustics must be phenomenal" murmured the Doctor. There, the Doctor and his party found several Malorians, dressed even more tastelessly than Zren.
Prime Minister Niiktodrenuug lead them to a fellow dressed in brown and purple checked trousers, a blue and orange paisley vest and a yellow and red tie-dye jacket.
"Sort of reminds me of that other Doctor we met in Spain" taunted Jamie in mischeivous whisper.
"There's no need to remind me of my future sartorial shortcomings, Jamie. At least it won't be a V-neck and a leather jacket." The Doctor paused to wonder where that thought came from.
"Doctor, may I introduce Morgit Richterom, the frontrunner for Prime Minister" burped Zren.
"If your elections are based on a belching contest, how can there be a frontrunner?" asked Zoe.
"Allow me to demonstrate" belched Morgit Richterom. He held up a finger as he inhaled deeply.
"Earplugs everyone" warned the Doctor as he stuffed the plugs into his own ears. A grimace of fear froze Zoe's face.
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Post by Claire Voyant on Sept 29, 2005 22:11:00 GMT
Ace was just as irritated with the Doctor's boring card game as the Alliterons.
"Perfessor! You said I could blow up something! And don't give me that 'Patience Ace' crap."
The Doctor placed the last card down, as if he hadn't heard Ace at all.
"It's time"
"Fer what?"
"To blow something up" he said non-chalantly. An enormously wide grin crossed Ace's face.
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Post by John Darnacan on Sept 30, 2005 21:09:21 GMT
Morgit Richterom was about to demonstrate one of his ground-shaking burps.
"I've lost my ear plugs, Doctor" cried Zoe.
"Quickly Jamie. Help me plug Zoe's ears." yelled the Second Doctor. He quickly stuck one of his fingers in her ears. He nodded for Jamie to plug her other one, who promptly stuck his tongue in Zoe's ear.
"Jamie!!" the Doctor yelled. But it was too late. Morgit Richterom began his voluminous and protracted belch. Within the Grand Electoral Belchorium, the earth shook. The Doctor and his party were dizzy from the reverberations. Finally, the echos stopped.
The Doctor removed his finger from Zoe's ear with a pop. Jamie was a little slower to unplug her ear.
"Did the earth move for you too?" asked Zoe.
"Actually, it was Maloria, not Earth that moved" explained the Doctor. Jamie just grinned.
"Excuse me Mr. Richterom. Your 'electoral skills' seem quite advanced. You seem a shoe-in. What are your plans, once elected?" asked the Second Doctor.
"I plan on destroying Grand Electoral Belchorium and replacing it with a shopping complex."
"Well then, how will you hold future elections?"
"With my superior belching abilities, elections really become moot."
"I see". The Doctor smiled as he walked towards Jamie and Zoe.
"Jamie! Unplug Zoe's ear immediately!"
"Sorry Doctor. Ye never care be too careful."
"This is a disaster."
"Come on, we're consenting adults" answered Zoe.
"No, I mean Morgit Richterom's plan to destroy the Belchatorium. It will sever the time-space conduit between Meloria and Alliteron."
"What can we do?" asked Jamie.
"Nothing. We're going to need help." The Doctor scowled and marched off.
"Where are we going?"
"To get help" answered the Doctor. "From an old acquintance on Earth."
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Post by John Darnacan on Oct 3, 2005 20:18:32 GMT
The TARDIS materialised halfway down the road from a pub known as the Pink Pony.
"Aye, I could use a drink!" said Jamie, approving. The Doctor grimaced as he looked at the sign as they entered.
"Where extactly are we Doctor?" asked Zoe.
"We're several miles north of London" answered the Doctor, as they approached the bar.
"What can I get for you?" asked an older woman behind the bar. She did a double take. "Oh Doctor! I can't believe it's you, here of all places. Oh, I'm so excited!"
The TARDIS crew looked at each other bewildered.
"I'm sorry madam, I seem to be at a loss" stuttered the Doctor.
"Well, I have changed a bit since we last saw each other. Jamie! Zoe! You two haven't changed a bit!" exclaimed the excited woman. Their blank faces showed they still didn't recognise her.
"It's me, ....... Mike Yates!"
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