scripsi

Day 7

In your own space, create a fanwork. Make a drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. Arts and crafts. Draft a critical essay about a particular media. Put together a picspam or a fanmix. Write a review of a Broadway show, a movie, a concert, a poetry reading, a museum trip, a you-should-be-listening-to-this-band essay. Compose some limericks, haikus, free-form poetry, 5-word stories. Document a particular bit of real person canon. Take some pictures. Draw a stick-figure comic. Create something. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

I have nothing finished, but here, an excerpt on a Classic Doctor Who fic in which Sara Jane goes to Perivale, meets the Master and has some unscheduled time-travels back to the Third Doctor’s time.

“You smell of the Doctor,” a man said close to her ear.

Before she had time to react, someone slammed into her back, pushing her head first into a wall and held her there. Unrelenting fingers kept her still as her unseen assailant pressed close to her. He pressed his face into her hair, nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply, then without releasing her, he took a step back.

“Yes, you definitely smell of the Doctor, but very faintly. You must be one of his discarded pets. Still, what an unexpected stroke of fortune for me.”

She was spun around and saw her attacker for the first time. He was a pale, dark haired man her own age with a lean bearded face. He was dressed in black, clothes which was well cut and probably expensive, but they were also worn and dusty. And though he restrained her without difficulty, she got a strong impression he wasn’t in his full strength. His blue eyes burned with fever and there were dark patches underneath them as if he hadn’t slept for a long time. And, Sarah Jane realised, he wasn’t human at all, despite looking the part well enough. She also had an uncomfortable feeling that even if he knew about the Doctor, she didn’t think he would turn out to be one of his friends. It was always so much more likely to run into someone the Doctor had peeved off.

“My name is Sarah Jane Smith”, she said, remembering a piece of advice someone at UNIT had given her a long time ago; always try to make an opponent see you as a person, not a disposable thing. “Who are you?”

He flashed her a smile which looked distinctly unassuring. “I am the Master. You have probably heard of me.”

Day 8

In your own space, make a list of at least 3 things that you like about yourself. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

My imagination. I’m very rarely bored, because I can always daydream.

That I’m very level-headed in a crisis.

My analytic ability.