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fangrrl_squeesMan, oh man, it's Glomp on Big Finish Writers Week.
Why? No More Lies, by Paul Sutton that's why.
It's lovely little story that unfolds in a direction quite unanticipated by the early scenes. Overall, it's well crafted and some scenes are deceptively complex.
It has a lovely supporting cast, including Nigel Havers (*swoon*) as Zimmerman and Tom Chadbon as Gordon, who you will not be able to convince me isn't Duggan 30 years on, even if the name is different and he's somehow forgotten about meeting the Doctor in Paris... (it's the same actor, and the characters even have some superficial similarities, you see)
It hit a whole bunch of my other fannish buttons for reasons that only two or three other people on the planet will even begin to understand. Suffice it to say that I got a greater-than-average kick from hearing Havers interact with a character named Rachel. If you really want to know, just ask.
And, please, how can I not love a story with the following bit of dialog:
The Doctor: You want to save the planet, don't you?
Gordon: Well, yes, but I hadn't envisioned doing it from the back of a giant prehistoric time-bat called Margaret!
The Doctor: A mere detail.
(and The Doctor cooing over Margaret was just priceless...)
The ongoing evolution of the Doctor/Lucie dynamic continues to please. As we're approaching the end of the series, Lucie's found a certain comfort level with the Doctor, is allowed to come up with bright ideas that - gasp! - didn't occur to the Doctor, first, and is generally, not nearly as helpless as some companions have been. Moreover she's being allowed to realize that under the slightly-paternal altruism, a genuinely alien - and probably dam' scary - being lurks1. Lucie's assertive, occasionally brash attitude nicely counterpoints the Doctor, without diminishing either of them. Lucie's fast becoming a favorite character. I fear Charlie will suffer by comparison, but that's not much of a surprise. I've been drifting into the We've had enough of Charlie camp for a while now...
In the Beyond the Vortex bit that accompanied this story, one of the producers gave as nice and pithy a summary of the Eighth Doctor as could be hoped: high church and urbane. I'm going to keep that in mind as I keep kicking around ideas for the Eighth Doctor/Jack fic. No, it's still not slashy. Sorry, luvs.
1 - viz: You're scarier than the monsters (Phobos) and Doesn't it ever bother you the way you manipulate people like that? (No More Lies). It's a saving grace that the Doctor's answer to that question is a very terse "Yes."
Why? No More Lies, by Paul Sutton that's why.
It's lovely little story that unfolds in a direction quite unanticipated by the early scenes. Overall, it's well crafted and some scenes are deceptively complex.
It has a lovely supporting cast, including Nigel Havers (*swoon*) as Zimmerman and Tom Chadbon as Gordon, who you will not be able to convince me isn't Duggan 30 years on, even if the name is different and he's somehow forgotten about meeting the Doctor in Paris... (it's the same actor, and the characters even have some superficial similarities, you see)
It hit a whole bunch of my other fannish buttons for reasons that only two or three other people on the planet will even begin to understand. Suffice it to say that I got a greater-than-average kick from hearing Havers interact with a character named Rachel. If you really want to know, just ask.
And, please, how can I not love a story with the following bit of dialog:
The Doctor: You want to save the planet, don't you?
Gordon: Well, yes, but I hadn't envisioned doing it from the back of a giant prehistoric time-bat called Margaret!
The Doctor: A mere detail.
(and The Doctor cooing over Margaret was just priceless...)
The ongoing evolution of the Doctor/Lucie dynamic continues to please. As we're approaching the end of the series, Lucie's found a certain comfort level with the Doctor, is allowed to come up with bright ideas that - gasp! - didn't occur to the Doctor, first, and is generally, not nearly as helpless as some companions have been. Moreover she's being allowed to realize that under the slightly-paternal altruism, a genuinely alien - and probably dam' scary - being lurks1. Lucie's assertive, occasionally brash attitude nicely counterpoints the Doctor, without diminishing either of them. Lucie's fast becoming a favorite character. I fear Charlie will suffer by comparison, but that's not much of a surprise. I've been drifting into the We've had enough of Charlie camp for a while now...
In the Beyond the Vortex bit that accompanied this story, one of the producers gave as nice and pithy a summary of the Eighth Doctor as could be hoped: high church and urbane. I'm going to keep that in mind as I keep kicking around ideas for the Eighth Doctor/Jack fic. No, it's still not slashy. Sorry, luvs.
1 - viz: You're scarier than the monsters (Phobos) and Doesn't it ever bother you the way you manipulate people like that? (No More Lies). It's a saving grace that the Doctor's answer to that question is a very terse "Yes."
