Fic: The Dishwasher's Tale
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Title: The Dishwasher's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: G
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Words: 100
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.
Disclaimer: I am not the BBC. I am not making money from this. (I am, however, having a great deal of fun.)
A/N: Wow! Has it really been that long since I added to this series? Thanks to wendymr for the Britpick. I am leaving Saturday evening for a week in London, and will have only occasional 'Net access, so I may not respond to some comments until my return.
This isn't the gap year I planned. At first, it was brilliant. I played guitar in Barcelona, picked olives in Provence, learned some Arabic curses, and washed dishes in a Venetian trattoria. That last bit saved my life after The Day, no lie. I would've been sent to a slave camp, but they needed someone up here who could operate a temperamental WKT1200 and scrub fifty-litre stockpots.
It's not bad. I'm about as safe as any human can be, but I want to get Earthside again. What I learned during my gap year: cleaning up messes is an important job.
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: G
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Words: 100
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.
Disclaimer: I am not the BBC. I am not making money from this. (I am, however, having a great deal of fun.)
A/N: Wow! Has it really been that long since I added to this series? Thanks to wendymr for the Britpick. I am leaving Saturday evening for a week in London, and will have only occasional 'Net access, so I may not respond to some comments until my return.
This isn't the gap year I planned. At first, it was brilliant. I played guitar in Barcelona, picked olives in Provence, learned some Arabic curses, and washed dishes in a Venetian trattoria. That last bit saved my life after The Day, no lie. I would've been sent to a slave camp, but they needed someone up here who could operate a temperamental WKT1200 and scrub fifty-litre stockpots.
It's not bad. I'm about as safe as any human can be, but I want to get Earthside again. What I learned during my gap year: cleaning up messes is an important job.