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{June 5, 2012}   So, End of Term…

It’s strange. I keep getting up early to find the whole flat silent. It always tended to be quiet, but now that lectures & exams are done, people have no reason to get up at 8 or 9. It leaves me getting up at 7 or earlier and having several hours of silence, not just in my flat but around the whole courtyard. That’s 3 buildings of apparent emptiness. I keep wondering if I’m the only one here. Whether everyone who was left in my flat went home yesterday, whether I now have the whole flat to myself. I thought that might be a quite freeing thought, but this silence and the cold outside… it just feels off. It’s not quite right. It’s not like my life in student accommodation in Cardiff. It’s something different, and while it does give me, at last, time to read my many books and watch movies and so on, it feels kind of empty. Almost like I have no reason to be doing any of this.

I don’t feel it, but I think I might be lonely. I think what I really want right now is to have people around, if not people to have fun and watch movies with, then at least to be able to hear other students having fun together. Yup, that sounds like loneliness. Still who needs friends when you have a TARDIS MUG. OH YEAH, YOU HEARD ME (modelled here by Iron Man and Thompson).
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{March 29, 2012}   The TARDIS and The Blue Box

Wow. So little has happened over the last month, except the last 4 days when almost too much happened. It really has been incredible. On Saturday, the Doctor Who convention opened its doors to thousands of fans from all around the globe, and then again on Sunday. I’ll blog about my experiences there later when I’ve gathered more photos, but first let me tell you about the little event they had going on the side. Everyone who bought a ticket to the convention had the opportunity to grab a special free ticket. So on Monday, I handed in an essay, went to a lecture, had lunch with friends, and then at 5:15 I got on a bus to visit the TARDIS. Yes, the TARDIS.

Incredible, huh? I really can’t believe I was there. I was hoping to do a nice big blog about the day, but I don’t think there’s anything I could say that could explain it all better than these photos and my inability to expand on the subject. Oh yes, and my video at the end. The pictures are pretty, but the video will show you what it was like to actually be there. And personally the video is the only thing that makes me go, “I really was there, wasn’t I? Ha!”

It really is the most beautiful place. I wish I could sleep in there. Imagine living in a place like that.

Afterwards we all went to the iconic but lesser-known ‘Blue Box Café’, which you may recognise from Doctor Who Confidential (If you’re reading this Mr Moffat, if cost is a problem in producing more DW Confidential, you can get plenty of free labour from Cardiff. Me for starters. Viva Confidencial!).

And – oh, well you can’t quite see it, but all the lamps out there seemed to have the space-time crack in them.

I’m going to go away and design my own TARDIS set. I should be packing to go home or preparing my next blog on the convention itself, but look at this! Ahah, I’m too excited. One day, I’m telling you, I will be working on this show.

Click>> Tour of the TARDIS



{February 28, 2012}   The Hollow Room ~ Part 2

In a dark room somewhere, a light began to glow. Out of the empty space, to the sound of something churning and grinding, a big blue box began to materialise. The light and sound increased with its gradual appearance, and with a hollow thud it all stopped. The door opened and a young woman with long hair stuck her head out.

“Empty room again.”

“What?!”

There was a crash and a clang, and then the Doctor left the box. He spun around the room, surveying it with annoyance, before turning on the time machine.

“There’s nothing here old girl. What’s up with you now?”

He opened the door and leaned in, as though expecting it to answer him. Nothing. He growled to himself and turned to address his companion in a grandiose gesture but found himself facing an empty room.

“Lyra!”

Lyra was busy taking photographs when the Doctor burst in. Their accidental destination wasn’t quite as dull as the storeroom they’d landed in had suggested. While it was obviously quite old and rundown, the great hall was still undeniably impressive. A wide staircase filled much of the space, leading to even more halls and doors. The Doctor stood by the doorway and stared pointedly at her.

“I don’t know what you’re all huffed up about – we’ve come here twice now, I’d say that’s worth investigating, don’t you?”

“But we need to get to…”

She looked up from her camera.

“…the place! It’s a surprise.”

Lyra walked up the staircase and looked around before drawing out a dictaphone.

“Oh now that’s too much, that’s just silly.”

“Oh? Voice notes are silly but walkie-talkies are a good idea?”

He fumbled at the gift walkie-talkie she’d given him earlier.

“That’s different. Walkie-talkies are cool. Anyway, we are going, no questions, come along now. Oh… No. We’re not.”

The Doctor stood on the threshold of the storage room, staring at something Lyra couldn’t see. She tucked away the dictaphone and ran to his side. There was a moment of silence as the Doctor walked forwards and held up a hand to where the TARDIS used to be.

He turned back to her with a look of concern, and said;

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

“…No.”

“Oh Lyra, you’re supposed to say ‘Investigation!‘ or something like that, make it a snappy, dramatic moment, not some classroom mundanity. Now let’s go explore the rest of the house.”

“Wait! How about, “Empty room again“, like before?”

“Yes! That would have been pretty good. But the moment’s lost, now let’s go!”

With this the mad man zipped past her and bolted up the stairs to where she stood before, making a mental map of where all the doors and hallways were and how they might connect up. One hand instinctively reached for his sonic screwdriver and within moments he was waxing lyrical about the peculiar readings he was picking up.

“There’s definitely life in the place, but it’s almost as if something’s disrupting the signal, yes exactly as if something’s disrupting the signal.”

He looked up and gestured at an apparently random door.

“Lyra, go in there and see if something weird happens.”

“What? Why?”

“Just trust me, please.”

She gave him a mock suspicious look and approached the door. She turned the handle and pushed, letting the door sway open in front of her before walking inside. It was normal. A normal sitting room with no monsters or aliens waiting for her. She checked that the Doctor couldn’t see her from that angle before addressing the pressing fear that there was something either behind the door or in the shadows by the armchair. Still unnerved by the Doctor’s request, she strode out again.

“Nothing there, Doctor. Just, a normal room.”

“Good, just what I thought.”

He checked her face for annoyance. There was plenty. He smiled.

“Anyway, we need to search every room. There is-”

From one of the upper hallways there was a shattering sound accompanied by shouts. For a moment Lyra froze to the spot, but she was quickly brought around by the Doctor running towards the stairs, tugging her along by the arm and shouting “Come on, come on!” They raced up, following the sound of screaming, and as they approached the door, the sound of dark laughter echoed outwards.

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<The above is part 2 of a 7-part piece of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended.>

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Part 1: http://hobbyharri.com/2012/02/27/the-hollow-room-part-1/



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