FIC: The Guard's Tale (Valiant Tales)

[lindenharp]

Title: The Guard's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales.  Read them in order here.
Rating: PG
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was.  100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.

 

It’s the best job ever.  Lots of chances for fun, just don’t touch the Master’s pets.  Put a finger on the old guy – you die.  The Freak is invitation-only.  I’d love to watch a session.  Techs are all off-limits.  Pity.  Turner in engineering looks like a poof who’d jump if you gave him a hard look.  We can’t even talk to the admin staff.  There’s one real hottie --  snobby university bitch, but I bet I could make her moan.  Maybe she’ll make a mistake, piss ’im off.  A bloke can dream, yeah? 

Nobody calls Jimmy Stone a loser now.

Comments

[wendymr.livejournal.com]

Okay, so from where do you know Irish? (Liath = grey, for anyone wondering...)

Of cats and culture

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

I am a third-generation American. Half of my ancestry is Irish, from Kilkenny.

My late husband was also partly Irish (his grandfather was born in Cork), though he usually described himself a "British Isles mutt, with a dash of Abenaki Indian." When we adopted the first kittens of our married life, it was a no-brainer to give them Irish names. So there was Liath and her sisters Briana and Shannon. Later, we adopted a pair of sisters (also gray tabbies), and named them Kilkenny and Cork, for our respective ancestral counties.

Emily was a foster cat from my mom, who moved into an apartment building that did not allow pets. By the time she was in a house where she could have a cat, it seemed too late to start uprooting Emily from a place where she felt at home.

We had decided to visit Ireland for our 20th anniversary, and I was inspired to borrow a basic Irish language tape from the library. I didn't get very far, but I did discover that we'd been mispronouncing Liath's name for several years. Fortunately, cats do not come when called, so only the humans were confused by the change.

We did manage the trip to Ireland -- a self-drive trip that took us in a semi-circle roughly along the southern coast, from Shannon Airport to Dublin. It was a very interesting trip, all the more so because we landed at Shannon on September 10, 2001.

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[wendymr.livejournal.com]

That was certainly interesting timing... Lovely drive, though. I know a lot of that coastline very well.

I'm actually Irish by birth and upbringing - grew up in Dublin and only moved away (to the UK) at the age of 24 for a job. So, as Irish is compulsory for the whole of primary and secondary education, I grew up learning it - yet still can't actually speak it. So much for language education!

So, Shannon for the river/airport, but Briana?

Incidentally, I don't know how long it's been, but my sympathies on the loss of your husband. :(

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[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

So, Shannon for the river/airport, but Briana?

Shannon for the river.

I mistyped. Brianna. Feminine of Brian. I think we were going through a baby name book.

Incidentally, I don't know how long it's been, but my sympathies on the loss of your husband. :(

Thank you. It's been 5 years. We were married for 22 years. David was a DW fan, too. His mom -- a lovely lady who is still family to me -- knit me one of those scarves years ago. It's a mere 10 feet long, as I am shorter than Tom Baker.