Sticky. That's the first thing he feels when he steps out of the TARDIS. Stickyness under his feet. It wasn't so sticky at first, just cushy. Now it's sticky ( Read more... )

A few days isn't a long time at all, considering, and let alone to allow enough time to travel between different climates on foot. It was only a day or two ago that he was on a nice, picturesque, beach with the most infamous Iris, and now, he finds himself shivering a bit and regretting not having packed a knapsack. Pushing further thoughts aside ( Read more... )

They've been not been walking for long-- three hours, 54 minutes, and 17 seconds, by the Doctor's reckoning-- but it's long enough that they've left Singapore far behind them.  They have, in fact, left behind them Agrabah, Hobbiton, and Never Neverland, before they made it to the vast stretch of white nothing that the Doctor recognises from his ( Read more... )

Bertram Wilberforce Wooster is what one might call a man on a mission.  A preaux chevalier kitted up to the proverbial teeth and ready to wield sword and spear to more than usually devastating effect-- if said p. c.'s armour consisted of a particularly natty pair of spongebags and an acidic yellow cravat looped 'round the throat in place of his ( Read more... )

Wherever you were a moment before, your next step finds you in the midst of a well-manicured garden that descends in wide terraces down towards the sea. Though the darkened sky suggests it's well into the evening, the climate is tropical and warm, even into the earliest hours of the morning. Fortunately, ocean breezes prevent the heat from being ( Read more... )

When the TARDIS lands with a decisive thump and a groan of protest, the Doctor makes a mental note never to press that particular switch again. The thing is, he is quite sure he'd hit the fast return switch; it'd been on the fritz for some time now, and with Amy and Rory happily poking around the market stalls in Casablanca, it had been the perfect ( Read more... )

Vila is still wandering around in the forest. Well, he was wandering. Now he's taken to having a sit down on a log by the stream. The log is now complete with a bump and a frog, Vila being the bump and a frog, being a frog ( Read more... )

Verdant green hills rolled off in every direction, painting a postcard-perfect picture. But Zoe, sitting on a rocky outcropping near the crest of one such hill, was distinctly unimpressed. Not only had she seen all of this before (eidetic memory had, perhaps, its disadvantages), but there were far more important things on her mind. She glanced over ( Read more... )

Sarah awakes from a very sore and very involuntary nap, the sort that results from hitting one's head, to find herself lying in the grass. Strange, because she could have sworn she had been in her bedroom. She sits up to gauge her surrounds, eyes fixing on a tall stone wall covered in decaying vines. Actually, it looks sort of like she's just ( Read more... )

Utena was in a wheat field.

Why she was in a wheat field was anybody's guess, and probably all better guesses than her own, because why was she in a wheat field?

Utena spun around, trying to forget about wondering why she was there. No, she needed to remember how she got here, and how to get back to Ohtori Academy. But no, all the girl could see ( Read more... )