FIC: The Cosmetologist's Tale (Valiant Tales)

[lindenharp]

Title: The Cosmetologist's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales.  Read thm 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.

 

President Winters said I got him elected.  “Looks matter, sugar, and you make me look damn good.”  I started my career at Daggett’s Funeral Home, prettying up death to give comfort to the living.  

Saxon keeps me around so I can fix Lucy’s black eyes for the camera.  It’s a useful talent here.  Once, Carmela got slapped by that bastard Jimmy Stone.  She was terrified her husband would notice, jump the SOB, and get shot. 

Just like the old days at Daggett’s, I hide ugly truth from folks who don’t need to know it.  The President was right: looks matter.

 

Comments

[garpu.livejournal.com]

You know, I really wish Jimmy would get his. Something tells me the guilt from collaboration with the Master isn't going to be enough. (And those types rarely care about the guilt...they're more into blaming everyone else for *making* them do the things they did.)

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

I really wish Jimmy would get his.

He will. I know you've read the oh-so-satisfying Comeuppance by golden_orange. (Those who haven't, find it here.)

[garpu.livejournal.com]

Yah, read it. :)

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

*Showering you with praise again* because they are just brilliant.

Read comeuppance as well - thanks for sharing this universe with us.

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

This one gave me a bit of trouble. She sidled into the Interview Room and started talking, but was coy about some details. She wouldn't say how she'd gotten onto the ship. I knew she wasn't with the camera crew, because she was American, but she wouldn't tell me how she got up there.

Most of them talk waaay too much, and then I have to trim 30-50 words off the first draft.

Aand then there's the Woman in the Red Suit, who just stands in the back and won't say a word. Frustrating, it is. Frustrating.

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

What can I say, *hands a cup of Ianto's perfect coffee* except for saying thank you for listening to them

(to cheer you up I'll admit to misreading Cosmetologist - which is very American word I think - as a Cometologist - wondered where the comets came into it...)

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

*sips coffee gratefully*

to cheer you up I'll admit to misreading Cosmetologist - which is very American word I think

Yes, well, she is an American (and so am I) -- deal with it. ;-)

wondered where the comets came into it...

*snickers*

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

What can I say, I'm German and they never taught us that word in school! - so thank you for teaching me a new word!

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

I thought you were British! Your written English is fluent enough that I assumed you must be a native speaker.

"Cosmetologist" is the formal, technical word that would appear on a state license or a resume. In conversation, she would probably call herself a "make-up artist".

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

Compliments will get you everywhere... (well,nearly)

thanks.