FIC: The Waitress's Tale (Valiant Tales)
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Title: The Waitress's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: G
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.
A/N: I've figured out that one of the reason I write these things is to have the satisfaction of finishing something while I'm struggling with a WIP. Chapter 11 of ATKH is coming along slowly. Meanwhile... have a canape.
'Cept for the aliens, it was like any VIP party. Pass the canapés, pour the champagne. I've served Cristal and lobster raviolis to billionaires. I've been puked on by a Duchess. Had £5 stuffed down my shirt by an aging rocker in £300 shoes. It's what "the help" gets paid for, right?
I'm still a waitress, serving the Master's special guests. I recognize some of them. Sometimes the champagne is vinegar and bicarb. Sometimes the paté is cat food with chilli sauce. They always thank me politely. I don't get paid now, but I enjoy my work a lot more.
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: G
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.
A/N: I've figured out that one of the reason I write these things is to have the satisfaction of finishing something while I'm struggling with a WIP. Chapter 11 of ATKH is coming along slowly. Meanwhile... have a canape.
'Cept for the aliens, it was like any VIP party. Pass the canapés, pour the champagne. I've served Cristal and lobster raviolis to billionaires. I've been puked on by a Duchess. Had £5 stuffed down my shirt by an aging rocker in £300 shoes. It's what "the help" gets paid for, right?
I'm still a waitress, serving the Master's special guests. I recognize some of them. Sometimes the champagne is vinegar and bicarb. Sometimes the paté is cat food with chilli sauce. They always thank me politely. I don't get paid now, but I enjoy my work a lot more.
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Date: 2008-11-19 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-19 03:57 am (UTC)And I bet you'll think a moment longer the next time you're calculating a tip...
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Date: 2008-11-19 05:04 am (UTC)I have done nothing to merit the anger of service personnel.
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Date: 2008-11-19 04:40 am (UTC)We humans are a complicated species. When I write a drabble in this series, I often think of a quote in Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis. The Prince has just discovered that he is descended from pirates who came through from our world to the world of Narnia.
Continuing on with the pirate theme, I found myself humming "Pirate Jenny" midway through writing this. It's a song from Kurt Weill's Threepenny Opera. My favorite version is sung by Judy Collins.
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Date: 2008-11-19 11:33 am (UTC)Brilliant update though because it's easy to think of all of them as victims (I know in a way she is but she doesn't see it that way)
Ok, rambling over, hope it made sense :)
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Date: 2008-11-19 04:12 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comments.