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People Used To Dream About The Future by Calapine (PG)
Hello, name is Cherry and I'll be driving the Crack Van for Doctor Who this month. The fandom has just been moved to full-time status, so it's all very exciting. I'll be attempting to rec a variety of stories from a different eras, though I have a fondness for gen, as well as Jack, Romana, and Mickey, so they'll certainly turning up.
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: None, gen.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calapine
Author Website: Worlds As I Know Them
Why this must be read:
I had a very hard time choosing which one of Calapine's stories to rec. They're all gorgeous, but this one in particular stands out for me. Written in March, it is a story in which the Cybermen invade Earth. It is dreamy and full of wonderful, stark imagery.
One of my favourite things about Calapine is the way in which she brings new and old school canon together, and this story is a shining example. Though primarily about Nine, Rose, and Jack, it brings in an amazing number of past companions and villains, including characters ranging from Liz to Tegan to Harriet to Harry to the Master. If you don't know much about old school canon, please don't let that scare you off -- I read it back before I had much knowledge myself, and it was still an absolute treat.
People Used to Dream About the Future is twelve parts but it hardly feels it, so be prepared for a satisfying read.
The Doctor was now very much of the opinion that Sergeant Conrad did not possess, nor had ever been in possession of, a sense of humour. Two hours running like rats through London, and the man was doing nothing but growing increasingly pale and nervous. And he'd gone from outright hostility at the Doctor's humour to barely acknowledging he was there at all.
Stress, thought the Doctor, was a particularly insidious creature.
It looked like a film-set for a post-apocalyptic horror, the street that would set the scene, and the Doctor hoped fervently that Rose was not amongst that rubble. A newspaper fluttered in the wind and he snatched it up, taking a look at the date, the headlines.
"Supply crew came here," said the Sergeant. "Guess they got shot up pretty bad. They don't usually go for the high explosives. Supply’s too limited."
"You lot saw Rose here though?"
The Sergeant scowled. "Spotter reported a young, blonde girl walking the streets alone in broad daylight. No-one asked her her name."
People Used to Dream About the Future
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: None, gen.
Author on LJ:
calapineAuthor Website: Worlds As I Know Them
Why this must be read:
I had a very hard time choosing which one of Calapine's stories to rec. They're all gorgeous, but this one in particular stands out for me. Written in March, it is a story in which the Cybermen invade Earth. It is dreamy and full of wonderful, stark imagery.
One of my favourite things about Calapine is the way in which she brings new and old school canon together, and this story is a shining example. Though primarily about Nine, Rose, and Jack, it brings in an amazing number of past companions and villains, including characters ranging from Liz to Tegan to Harriet to Harry to the Master. If you don't know much about old school canon, please don't let that scare you off -- I read it back before I had much knowledge myself, and it was still an absolute treat.
People Used to Dream About the Future is twelve parts but it hardly feels it, so be prepared for a satisfying read.
The Doctor was now very much of the opinion that Sergeant Conrad did not possess, nor had ever been in possession of, a sense of humour. Two hours running like rats through London, and the man was doing nothing but growing increasingly pale and nervous. And he'd gone from outright hostility at the Doctor's humour to barely acknowledging he was there at all.
Stress, thought the Doctor, was a particularly insidious creature.
It looked like a film-set for a post-apocalyptic horror, the street that would set the scene, and the Doctor hoped fervently that Rose was not amongst that rubble. A newspaper fluttered in the wind and he snatched it up, taking a look at the date, the headlines.
"Supply crew came here," said the Sergeant. "Guess they got shot up pretty bad. They don't usually go for the high explosives. Supply’s too limited."
"You lot saw Rose here though?"
The Sergeant scowled. "Spotter reported a young, blonde girl walking the streets alone in broad daylight. No-one asked her her name."
People Used to Dream About the Future
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