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fifthdoctorTalk about getting the cold shoulder.
I walked down from the grass-covered mountain to this rather alpine village in the valley. It took me a good half an hour to get there, but I wasn't in any rush. The whole landscape was perfectly lovely and seasonably warm.
I get to the village and greet the first person I see who strangely turns around and starts packing up his fruit stand as fast as he can without so much as a how-do-you-do. So does the next person, who rushes from boarding up their shop into their house without giving me a cursory glance. The whole of main street is suddenly a-buzz with people packing up, boarding up, and taking off to their homes as fast as they can. Reminded me a bit of the 21st century Earth tradition...oh, what was it called....fire...drill something-or-other....
Anyway, at first I worry that it's me. But these are all humanoids, I shouldn't look too much different or alien to them. Two hands, two eyes, one head, etc. Then it hits. Like someone flicked off the lights, a blizzard hits the town. The storm breaks right over my head and dumps loads of snow right down my collar before I have a chance to react. If it wasn't for this barn *achoo!* I'd still be out in it. The wind is bitingly cold. All the cheery sunshine and grass and flowers of spring...totally gone. I do hope I haven't landed right at the beginning of a very long winter. No chance of going back to the TARDIS at this point, it's a complete whiteout outside.
Brrrrr....ok, back to making fire. If it was any other timelord they would be mortified at this backwards evolution. One of the most advanced civilizations in the universe reduced to trying to build a fire out of sticks in a blizzard.
It would be worth it though to see the look on their faces. *shivers* I love this job.
*sonic screwdriver humming*
I walked down from the grass-covered mountain to this rather alpine village in the valley. It took me a good half an hour to get there, but I wasn't in any rush. The whole landscape was perfectly lovely and seasonably warm.
I get to the village and greet the first person I see who strangely turns around and starts packing up his fruit stand as fast as he can without so much as a how-do-you-do. So does the next person, who rushes from boarding up their shop into their house without giving me a cursory glance. The whole of main street is suddenly a-buzz with people packing up, boarding up, and taking off to their homes as fast as they can. Reminded me a bit of the 21st century Earth tradition...oh, what was it called....fire...drill something-or-other....
Anyway, at first I worry that it's me. But these are all humanoids, I shouldn't look too much different or alien to them. Two hands, two eyes, one head, etc. Then it hits. Like someone flicked off the lights, a blizzard hits the town. The storm breaks right over my head and dumps loads of snow right down my collar before I have a chance to react. If it wasn't for this barn *achoo!* I'd still be out in it. The wind is bitingly cold. All the cheery sunshine and grass and flowers of spring...totally gone. I do hope I haven't landed right at the beginning of a very long winter. No chance of going back to the TARDIS at this point, it's a complete whiteout outside.
Brrrrr....ok, back to making fire. If it was any other timelord they would be mortified at this backwards evolution. One of the most advanced civilizations in the universe reduced to trying to build a fire out of sticks in a blizzard.
It would be worth it though to see the look on their faces. *shivers* I love this job.
*sonic screwdriver humming*
