FIC: The Waitress's Tale (Valiant Tales)
Nov. 18th, 2008 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lindenharpTitle: 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.
