Lemme 'splain - we started at the signing on Friday and carried on waiting for the screening on Monday. I passed round my River Song TARDIS journal to the tired people waiting in line, and we wrote a story, each person adding one line. Sometimes they read what had come before, sometimes not. I present it here entirely unedited...and if you didn't get a chance to add a line and would like to, leave one in the comments and I'll add it at some point. Enjoy!
“Geronimo!” shouted the Doctor. His bow tie suddenly felt a bit tight. Maybe it was because Amy had leaned on the neck-enlarging switch on the console whilst trying to wrap her legs around Rory’s neck, but who can be sure? So she spit on his feet and danced a jig.
Lunging across the console, the Doctor reset the Bio-Throat field, passed Rory a handkerchief, and said “Enough, Pond! I’m not cleaning up any more of your fluids.”
Amy scowled mercilessly, sliding off the console while still keeping her Xena thighs clutched around her husband’s neck. “My legs require nutrients!”
The Doctor rolled his eyes, fiddling a dial on the TARDIS. “Your legs’ nutrients can wait.”
Amy said, “I’m not creative.”
The Doctor produced a 64 box of Crayolas from who knows where and said, “Ridiculous. Colour.”
“Sure beats the colour Amy put on her hair,” claimed Rory. The leg vice grew significantly tighter.
The Doctor briefly sniffed, allowing one jealous thought of ginger hair to pass through his brain, before turning the sonic screwdriver towards the couple. The TARDIS gave a sudden jolt just as the Doctor hit the switch on the sonic screwdriver, causing it to miss its intended target. “Oh, bow-ties and ponies,” the Doctor swore. “Is everyone accounted for?”
“We’ve gone and lost Rory!” Amy yelled.
“Does no one ever listen to me about wandering off?” complained the Doctor under his breath.
“Sorry, were you still talking?” Amy sniffed. “I’m going to go and find him.”
“No! No more wandering off, Pond!” Amy ignored the Doctor and started to head for the door before she was stopped. Amy turned and looked over her shoulder with a scowl, ready with a response.
“I’m going, Doctor!” The Doctor followed after her, trying to stop her. The redhead, however, was stalking off faster than a Cyberman confronted with a rust stain.
As Amy went through the TARDIS doors, she slammed them behind her. She stopped short as she looked up, and blinked, puzzled. “All right,” she asked. “Who are you supposed to be?” She walked toward the center and pondered the various levers and switches. As if the sun wasn’t bright enough, the light bounced off the moon. And then a unicorn appeared, and Amy said, “forget bow-ties, fezzes and Stetsons. Unicorns are cool!”
The Doctor, frazzled by the continual effort of repairing the TARDIS and baffled by Amy’s ever=changing moods, called out in exasperation, “Amy, what the devil are you on about now?”
Amy said, “Doctor, I’m just loading pictures of you on Tumblr.”
“Fumble, wumble, tumble, woggy, loggy, bloggy stuff?” the Doctor replied curiously.
“It’s amazing the things a person can find in a google image search for the tumble feed! Fez-and-undies? Yes!!” Amy replied.
“Don’t forget the bow tie!” said the Doctor, as he raced to the computer to erase his internet search history, lest they discover his guilty pleasure. He also quickly had to shave, as he was hiding remnants of his morning crumpet in his beard that he still had to ward off River.
Suddenly, the Doctor stood up with a twinkle in his eye and said, “Do you hear that?”
“What?” replied Amy. “What the bloody hell you talking about?”
“The drums,” said the Doctor.
Elsewhere, a pair of eyes opened, a pair of powerhungry eyes. “I’m back…”
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