I'm not sure exactly which event prompted this fic, because there have
been so many over the last few years. I try to avoid spoilery articles, but
when the Net is covered with photos of Billie Piper on rainy Cardiff streets
or wild stories that this or that returning villain will be played by a
leading soap star du jour, some are unavoidable. Bearing in mind
that the reports were either true or bonkers (with considerable overlap
between the two), it seemed only natural that they would originate from a
mad oracle.
And the other reason that I wrote it is that I'd wanted to write Dalek
Caan as
Bluebottle
pretty much ever since Journey's End. Given Caan's insanity, he
probably would read his stage directions out loud, too, given half a chance;
and he would, like Bluebottle, be inclined to treat everything as a game.
(For anyone unfamiliar with Peter Sellers' performance as Bluebottle,
the What Time Is It, Eccles?
sketch can be found on YouTube.)
Professor X, of course, is what the people in the Whoniverse
watch every Saturday evening. We have only been graced with an occasional
glimpse (chiefly in No Future by Paul Cornell) at this timeless
classic of camp, with its remarkable parallels to the show we know and
nitpick. The Xyrons, on the other hand, are cyborgs (played by robots) from
the TV show Timeriders in the Missing Adventure Time of
Your Life. If they grab you, as I recall, it means they want to
dismantle you for spare body parts, so unless the Professor can save Wanda
she's in for a whole lot of trouble.
And now for the commentary track.
Rose:
Can I make a complaint?
Clyde:
Hey, what are you doing here? You weren't even in this one.
Rose:
In this show, Violet's supposed to be me. Come on, it's obvious.
She's named after a flower and everything. So how come she ends up
dead and the Professor's about to declare his love to this Wanda?
Sarah:
Perhaps Violet isn't meant to be you. It could just be a
coincidence. They do happen, you know.
Rani:
When was the last time you investigated something and it turned out
to be just a coincidence?
Sarah:
I think... 1978. No. Wait. That turned out to be a Quantum Twister. So
it's got to be 1972, then.
Clyde:
Quantum Twister? Thought that was an ice lolly.
Mr Smith:
Might I point out—
Rani:
You weren't in the story either, you know.
Mr Smith:
As I was about to say, this is not the first story by this author in
which Miss Tyler played a character by the name of Violet. Moreover,
in the story to which I am referring, there were disparaging
references to her acting and to her departure scene.
Rose:
Yeah, you're right. Just wait until they hear about this on
bring_back_violet. Can you patch me into Livejournal,
Mr. Smith?
Mr Smith:
I am complying.
Well, actually, I had both Rose and Lynda in mind when imagining Violet,
and she was killed off because I wanted something even more impossible to
come back from than being sealed away in a parallel universe. But I must
admit that Rose doesn't always get the easiest of rides in my fic.
This commentary being now more than twice as long as the original story, I shall stop.
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Date: 2009-11-04 09:34 pm (UTC)I'm not sure exactly which event prompted this fic, because there have been so many over the last few years. I try to avoid spoilery articles, but when the Net is covered with photos of Billie Piper on rainy Cardiff streets or wild stories that this or that returning villain will be played by a leading soap star du jour, some are unavoidable. Bearing in mind that the reports were either true or bonkers (with considerable overlap between the two), it seemed only natural that they would originate from a mad oracle.
And the other reason that I wrote it is that I'd wanted to write Dalek Caan as Bluebottle pretty much ever since Journey's End. Given Caan's insanity, he probably would read his stage directions out loud, too, given half a chance; and he would, like Bluebottle, be inclined to treat everything as a game. (For anyone unfamiliar with Peter Sellers' performance as Bluebottle, the What Time Is It, Eccles? sketch can be found on YouTube.)
Professor X, of course, is what the people in the Whoniverse watch every Saturday evening. We have only been graced with an occasional glimpse (chiefly in No Future by Paul Cornell) at this timeless classic of camp, with its remarkable parallels to the show we know and nitpick. The Xyrons, on the other hand, are cyborgs (played by robots) from the TV show Timeriders in the Missing Adventure Time of Your Life. If they grab you, as I recall, it means they want to dismantle you for spare body parts, so unless the Professor can save Wanda she's in for a whole lot of trouble.
And now for the commentary track.
Well, actually, I had both Rose and Lynda in mind when imagining Violet, and she was killed off because I wanted something even more impossible to come back from than being sealed away in a parallel universe. But I must admit that Rose doesn't always get the easiest of rides in my fic.
This commentary being now more than twice as long as the original story, I shall stop.