After the Year of Living Dangerously

Aug 20, 2007 21:44

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The Doctor’s mind works fast. Advanced calculations that the best mathematicians on Mars have devoted years of their lives to solving? He can solve it in thirty minutes, just hand him a calculator. In serious danger? He can think of at least two escape routes in the time it take a normal person to realize they’re ( Read more... )

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thenewradical August 21 2007, 20:55:49 UTC
I've never been told that a fic's soothing before. Thanks! That's actually kinda what I was going for.

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starlightmoonla August 21 2007, 10:41:54 UTC
I really enjoyed reading this fic! You did a wonderful job of slowly transitioning these characters from the lifestyle that they had to one that wasn't so dangerous but neither dull and completely in character.

Fantastic job once again!

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thenewradical August 21 2007, 20:58:41 UTC
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

(Also, this is scornedsaint from your flist. Hi!)

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starlightmoonla August 21 2007, 22:39:22 UTC
*waves* Hi!! Again fantastic job! And *yay* you have a fanfic journal! Definitely will take a look at that later on. :D

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thenewradical August 24 2007, 01:57:43 UTC
Haha, yep, I have a fanfic journal. It and my RL lj don't really cross over that much...

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sunnytyler001 August 21 2007, 10:51:57 UTC
Fantastic! I wish it had happened that way....

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thenewradical August 21 2007, 21:08:37 UTC
Oh, me too. I guess that's why we have the wish-fulfillment of fanfic instead.

Thanks for reviewing!

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dave7 August 22 2007, 10:04:24 UTC
Oh, this was... brilliant. There's always a definite danger of stories like this over playing the emotion, but the voices were perfect and the emotion in was understated and so very, very believable. (And, you know, absolutely beautiful to boot.)

I loved the conversation about Jack - the realisation of what she'd done to him (though I'd assumed that Rose knew about Satellite Five by that point, especially after her conversation with the Daleks about what she did to the Emperor...) and I adored the ending, but my favourite parts have to be the bed scenes. They're played so well they just feel *real*. :)

While I absolutely loved this, I'm going to go against the grain - I don't think it needs to be continued. It really is just perfect. (If you ever wanted to write more though, I wouldn't complain!) Hopefully, this is the first of many to come - I'm really looking forward to any more DW fic you have to offer. :)

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thenewradical August 24 2007, 02:00:48 UTC
There's always a definite danger of stories like this over playing the emotion, but the voices were perfect and the emotion in was understated and so very, very believable. (And, you know, absolutely beautiful to boot.)

Oh, wow, thank you! This has been my magnus opus for a while, so it really means a lot that you liked it!

(though I'd assumed that Rose knew about Satellite Five by that point, especially after her conversation with the Daleks about what she did to the Emperor...)

Yeah, I remembered that after I wrote it, and I've decided my official position is that scene didn't happen. If I didn't see it on screen, then the Doctor never told her. (And anyway, I have a theory for what Rose said to the Daleks in another fic I'm writing)

Thank you so much for reviewing!

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np_complete August 24 2007, 00:04:02 UTC
I like it very much. It has grief, and real pain, in it, a real reckoning of the cost of losing someone, but it ends with a new balance between them, with real honesty. Rose knows what happened on Satellite Five. The Doctor lets her see how much he wants her with him. She is honest and sober-minded enough to tell him the truth: that she can't give him forever, however much they might want to imagine that they have it.

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thenewradical August 24 2007, 02:02:01 UTC
Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad that you liked it and that the tone I was going for got across to you.

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