Michelle Knight. Writer, photographer, programmer, truck driver and general, all round nut case. Life is a journey and that's what this blog will probably end up being. Let's see where we go, eh? ;-)
Well, I thought I'd give this a try and see how it worked, formatting-wise. This is a short fan-fic of Dr. Who. Doesn't actually involve the Dr., just an imaginary scene of some everyday folk dealing with the aftermath.
EXT: CARE HOME Jane is walking off the street, through the gate and up the path. She is aware of the documentary camera crew following her. Jane is distressed about the whole situation. JANE "I mean, it's OK for the Doctor. He swoops in, saves the world and then buggers off again. Not so much as a by your leave." She reaches the door, pushes the buzzer and announces herself. There is a buzzing sound, Jane opens and walks through the door. The crew follows. JANE (to receptionist) "Hi Flo." FLO "Hi Jane. She's in the usual chair." JANE "Thanks." Jane walks further in to the building, documentary crew following. JANE (talking to the documentary crew over her shoulder) "I mean, he just leaves us to cope with all the mess. This happened after the cyber invasion in 2011. I mean ... look at granny there." They emerge in to a room full of chairs and elderly people. A cyberman is sat in a reinforced chair, holding knitting needles. JANE (touch of distress in the voice) "Our surgeons can't cope with this advanced technology. No one can get her out. She's stuck in there." GRANNY EVE (lowers knitting) "Identify." JANE "It's Jane, granny." GRANNY EVE "Searching database." JANE (to documentary crew) "We think dementia is setting in. It takes longer each time for her to look me up." GRANNY EVE "Identified. Would you like a nice c-c-cup of t-t-t-tea?" JANE "No thanks Gran. We're not stopping long." Granny Eve returns to her knitting. JANE (to the camera) "Whatever she says, don’t accept her offer of tea and biscuits. Every time she tires to eat a jammie dodger, we’ve got to get the local body shop to buff her face up again. I mean, they’ve been very accommodating so far, but you can tell they feel very awkward about it.” Jane pauses while she looks at Granny for a while, then returns to talking at the camera. JANE “We daren’t plug her in to the mains. For a start, the neighbours complain about the voltage drop, but then she goes through wool at five balls a minute. Have you tried funding that kind of knitting habit? I mean, it wouldn’t be SO bad, but no one wants to buy wooly jumpers at cyber-size; not now that we’re fighting obesity. Where the heck she got the pattern from, we don’t know. I mean, if the Doctor could help us reprogram her with a pattern that would sell, that would be a start.” Loks at Granny for a few more moments and turns to the camera again. JANE “I really don’t know what we’re going to do. Funding her care is a nightmare. She’s guaranteed rust free for five hundred years; how do you think we’re going to cope with those sorts of bills? I dread to think how we’re going to cremate her. The local steel factory went out of business years ago and they were the only place for miles around with crucibles hot enough to melt her. Fortunately, that’s one problem that is a few generations down the line.” Takes another look at Granny before delivering her last speech to the camera JANE “The only up side to all this is that young Jimmy can still sit on her knee … when he’s fifty. I mean, where the heck is the Doctor in all this? Eh?” Camera fades to black. —-
Other ideas – a Welshman becomes cultural ambassador to the Silurians, “Well, being underground isn’t too much of a problem. I’m from a mining family, see, so I suppose it’s in the blood.”