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Post by gio on May 11, 2006 10:07:33 GMT -5
That is one of the things about discworld - as it has evolved, personalities have changed, especially Carrot. He used to be innocent, niave and extremely happy to be a watchman. But then it seems he is cunning, sly and even tacitly acknowledges his status as official king of Ankh Morpork. My favourite potrayal is of him in The Last Hero (in fact, this is possibly my favourite of the series), just for being the ever dutiful hero that he is.
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Post by goblingirl on May 11, 2006 11:02:46 GMT -5
Do you have Where's my Cow? (I think it's called that..)
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on May 12, 2006 6:02:36 GMT -5
I don't have any of those ones, I'm still on 'Men at Arms'...
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Post by gio on May 12, 2006 10:32:01 GMT -5
...I haven't read that. That makes 2 discworld books i need to read.
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Post by goblingirl on May 12, 2006 10:34:52 GMT -5
Where's y cow is a kid's book to go with STOMP. 'tis very funny
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 21, 2006 10:35:09 GMT -5
What do you know? I wrote more of this.
If you were Dumbledore – arguably one of the wisest wizards in the world, even though some of your choices of staff members raise a few questions and hours of debate on internet forums – and had something which you knew you had to get to safety – something which the fate of all the Fanverses rested on, something which you knew had to be seen by the right people – and you could only send it to one person…
Would you send it to someone who wore geek chic suits and converse?
The shoe containing the all-important memory materialized on the floor of a very strange room. The room itself wasn’t all that strange when you got used to it; it was large with many sides so that it was roughly circular, with many organic-looking pillars stretching from the floor out to the walls, and a central console surrounding a pillar seemingly filled with light, the controls of which seemed to defy any kind of structure.
OK, maybe that is strange. But it gets stranger.
For one thing, the door leading off from it lead to hundreds of other rooms, so many that it would take several days to see them all. For another, it was hundreds of years old. For another, it was from a planet which had been destroyed long ago. For another, this wasn’t just a normal room; it was the main control room for a machine which travelled through both time and space.
And for another, from the outside, it just looked like a 1960s blue police box.
And, right now, it was parked on the planet Barcelona – home, amongst other things, to the dogs with no noses.
The door suddenly burst open, and two people toppled inwards. One was a girl from 21st century England – one was the last Time Lord. But they were both giggling insanely.
The girl, Rose, quickly slammed the door behind them. “You SAID they never got tired of that joke!”
“I said I never got tired of that joke!” said the Doctor, hurrying over to the TARDIS console, “And I’ve been telling it for 900 years, you’d think they could take it with a bit more tolerance…”
“I’m guessing…” said Rose, opening the door a crack and slamming it shut again when a cacophony of yells and threats (and barks) burst through, “… not.”
“No sense of humour,” tutted the Doctor, “We don’t want to spend any more time in such a bleak place. Even people on Skaro appreciated the dogs-with-no-noses joke…”
“Hey,” said Rose, picking up the shoe, “What’s this?”
The Doctor came over and took it from her, putting on his glasses as he did so. “It appears,” he said, “to be a shoe.”
“Oh, the wisdom gained over centuries travelling throughout time and space.”
“A shoe,” continued the Doctor, with an glare, “transported into the TARDIS, which would take quite some energy, so presumably from someone who is very important – and very determined to send me a message,” he finished, taking off the note addressed ‘To the Doctor.’
“What about the transmat beam?” said Rose, “That took masses of energy.”
“That was a two-way thing,” said the Doctor, “Had to come here and take us back – this was just a one-way trip.”
“What’s that bottle?”
The Doctor set the shoe down on the console and glanced at the bottle. “Unless I’m very much mistaken, it’s a memory.”
“A memory? How do you get one of them into a bottle??”
The Doctor didn’t reply, but opened the note.
Greetings, Doctor,
My name is Albus Dumbledore. We met a few years ago at a get-together for British Fanverses.
“Oh yeah,” said the Doctor, laughing suddenly, “Wild night. Those elves from ‘Lord of the Rings’ have the best wine…”
I know we didn’t get much chance to talk, but I got the impression that you could handle most situations-
“Well, that was before I met your mother,” mused the Doctor, glancing at Rose.
-and that you would help anyone in need. I hope that I am right. You see, Hogwarts is currently under attack from various Fanverses hoping to ruin our chances in the NERD review. I’m not expecting you to come and help, only to get this memory to the right people. The inspectors from NERD must see this, and I doubt my office will still be intact by the time they arrive – several of the Fanverses have rather big guns.
“Big guns?” said the Doctor thoughtfully, getting a look on his face Rose recognised all too well.
“Doctor, he said DON’T come and help,” she pointed out.
“Correction - he said he doesn’t expect us to come and help,” said the Doctor, grinning and turning to set the TARDIS’s destination, “So it’ll be a nice surprise.” Turning and seeing her accusing expression, he said, “Come on, a school for wizards being attacked by other Fanverses? Probably including Jedi? How often are we going to get to see that?”
“I suppose…” said Rose slowly.
“So can we go?” said the Doctor eagerly, “Can we? Huh? Huh? Can we?”
“Weeell…” The Doctor assumed a puppy-dog expression and looked at her reproachfully. Rose sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, but you don’t get to use that face for a whole week.” The Doctor immediately grinned and started jumping around the console setting the destination. “But how are we going to get the memory to the NERD people?”
“I’ll leave it with someone,” said the Doctor dismissively, “Tell you what – I’ll give it to someone who can actually take it straight to the offices.”
“Can’t we?”
“No – no-one knows where they are.”
“Then how will this person-?”
“Firstly,” said the Doctor, spinning a wheel, “it can track anyone. Secondly, it can pursue that person across all the dimensions of the universe if it needs to. And thirdly…” he added, with a slightly wicked grin across the console as he reached for a lever, “… it’s not a person.”
He pulled the lever, and the TARDIS engines groaned into life. The angry people and dogs with no noses of Barcelona watched as it disappeared in front of them, and wandered back home muttering angry curses about weird men in natty suits who tell unoriginal jokes.
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Post by goblingirl on Aug 21, 2006 11:01:57 GMT -5
w0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000t!!
I loff you! I loff the Doctor! I LOFF EVERYTHING!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 21, 2006 14:54:36 GMT -5
Thankies ;D
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Post by goblingirl on Aug 21, 2006 17:26:26 GMT -5
I take HAPPEE pills EVERY DAY.
*manic grinning*
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Post by Tiki on Aug 21, 2006 22:46:12 GMT -5
DOCTOR!!!! I seriously loff you now for including him. And Rose. And a cameo appearance by the dogs with no noses from Barcelona. You are one of my heroes!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 24, 2006 9:53:39 GMT -5
I am? Dude.
I am on a ROLL.
In Rivendell, there was a spot of bother.
“I still don’t understand how you saw through our stunning disguises,” grumbled Han Solo. That’s right, the man you thought was Aragorn in all those scenes was actually HAN SOLO! Goodness! Didn’t see THAT coming, did you? Dear me!
“Well, you didn’t quite get the mannerisms right,” mused Elrond, “And there are certain nuances in his facial expressions which you lacked, which first made me slightly suspicious… but I think it was when you added the nametag saying ‘I’M ARAGORN, CONSARNIT, NOT HAN SOLO, ARAGORN!! SERIOUSLY!! WHY DON’T YOU BELIEVE ME?? I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK ANYWAY!! STAR WARS RULES!!!’ that I decided to investigate…”
“In his defence,” said Leia, who was next to him, “he’s an idiot.”
Han Solo groaned. “I’d snap my fingers in irritation – if, you know, I could move them.”
“Purely a precaution, I hope you understand,” said Elrond lightly, “The number of times I’ve taken people captive and not tied them up from head to toe in extra-strong elvish rope, and lived to regret it…”
“Oh yes, I quite understand,” said Han Solo. He paused. “But is it really necessary to hang us upside down?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“You’re not entirely out of choices, though,” reassured Elrond, “We’re prepared to give you a chance.” They raised his heads hopefully. “We can either drop you off in the Jaws fanverse – though, sadly, we can’t guarantee you’ll end up on land… or, you can carry out a little job for us.”
Dread rose in Han Solo’s stomach. Actually, he was hanging upside down, so should I say it sank? It’s technically going downwards… Perhaps I should have just chosen a less troublesome phrasing.
“Which is?” said Leia.
“Tell me,” said Elrond, sitting back in his chair and steepling his fingers with practised ease, “Have you ever heard of Alagaesia?..."
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Post by Tiki on Aug 26, 2006 19:50:14 GMT -5
ALAGAESIA!!! Genius! You just keep dragging in the fandoms, donchya?
Yes. Indeed, you are on a roll.
And yes, you are one of my heroes. No joke...unless you want it to be a joke...
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Post by goblingirl on Aug 27, 2006 15:48:35 GMT -5
....I've never heard of Alagaesia.......
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Post by Tiki on Aug 27, 2006 18:10:36 GMT -5
Alagaesia is the setting of Christopher Paolini's Inheritance trilogy *Eragon, Eldest, and whatever the third book's going to be called...Empire, I think*. Good books, if predictable, and enjoyable.
At least to me.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 27, 2006 18:38:15 GMT -5
They're basically Star Wars with dragons. Seriously. I managed to guess the entire plot of the second book just by remembering what happened in 'The Empire Strikes Back'.
And yes. I do keep reeling in fandoms, and they love it ;D
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