If you knew about the Doctor and you saw a 60s blue British police call box, you'd probably come to the conclusion that the time-travelling Doctor is around somewhere, trying to save the world from the Daleks again, or maybe from the Cybermen, the Sycorax or the Judoon.
But this time, this isn’t the Doctor. Not exactly…
“Well, I don’t know why you had to regenerate me as a girl!” the tall, slim, very pretty blonde complained while she walked down the row of stores in the open-air mall.
“I didn’t regenerate you as a girl,” her companion, a shorter brunette answered crossly as she followed the blonde. “No one regenerated you! Didn’t he explain that there’s really no controlling regeneration? ”
“But why a girl!! Of all the things…”
“Like I said, no one can control regenerations!”
“Seriously, Binky. A girl?”
The brunette raised her arms in frustration. “I give up!” She reached out and swiped at the flashlight-thing that the blonde was holding. “Gimme the sonic screwdriver, for God’s sake! You don’t even know how to work it.”
“Hey! Gimme that back. I do so know how to work the screwdriver! I was the one who got the brain dump.”
“Well, he said that would take time to take effect. In the meantime…” She flicked something on the flashlight and the top opened up like a four-pronged pair of pliers with a green light in the middle.
It made a kind of warbling sound, and the brunette followed the sound like one would a geiger counter’s clicks.
“I think I found it!” She waved the blonde to follow. “Quinn, stop shopping and come on!”
The blonde looked up from the vintage, striped brown, off-shoulder blouse she was looking at. She returned it to the hanger along with the rest of the blouses in the shop’s display and hurried after her friend.
The brunette that Quinn called “Binky” stood in front of a vintage music store. The sign said “Groovy Tones – musical curios from the 40s to the 70s.” She was waving the buzzing flashlight with the green light at the store’s glass display front.
“So, it’s inside?” Quinn asked.
Binky nodded. “Apparently.” She went into the store, and Quinn followed.
The tinkling of the door’s old-fashioned chimes greeted them, and an old man in a bathrobe that seemed to be his uniform came over.
“Good morning, Quinn, Mary Elizabeth. Welcome to Groovy Tones. What brings you two here?”
“Good morning. Are you the one that runs the place?” Quinn asked.
“Not usually,” he said. “But my shop is currently in… ummm, let’s just say it’s in a state of temporal flux at the moment, caught between two planes of reality. So, while I wait for it to turn up, I’m here helping out a friend, and taking care of his shop.”
“Hold on… you know us? How did you know our names?”
The old man chuckled. “It’s magic! More like a magic spell, actually.”
Binky frowned at him.
“You don’t believe in spells?” he asked her.
“Arthur C. Clarke’s third law says ‘any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.’”
“Arthur C. Clarke again,” the old man growled. “What does he know?”
“So, you know us?” Quinn asked.
The old man harrumphed. “Of course! You’re Doctor Quinn Valentine, who recently completed his residency and doctoral thesis, and just acquired his doctorate at the University of Cambridge, and you’re with your best friend, Mary Elizabeth Kristensen, and she is a doctoral candidate also in Cambridge.”
She was about to nod and congratulate the man for his knowledge but paused.
“Wait! You said ‘he’…”
“Well you were, weren’t you? A ‘he,’ I mean. Before your regeneration made you into a girl.”
“Hold on a second! You know about that, too?”
“Of course I know! You should be more careful. Your regeneration’s your own fault, you know, letting your TARDIS land on you and crush you.”
“It wasn’t my fault! How would I know it would take off straight up and then come crashing back down? We just finished assembling it, and we were still testing it, after all.”
“Well, anyway, what can I do for you today?”
Quinn looked at him for a second, made the decision to ignore any questions she might have tor the old man, and to just concentrate on what they were after.
“We’re looking for something,” she said.
“Well, duh, of course, you’re looking for something. I mean, what are you looking for, specifically, and maybe I can help you find it?”
“We’re, umm, looking for a cassette tape. You know what that is, right?”
The old man sighed. “Well, yes, of course I know what a cassette tape is. You ARE in a vintage music store, after all. You know, for a doctor, you don’t sound too smart.”
The old man led them to a table piled high with a lot of music knickknacks and odds-and-ends. He pointed to a cardboard box full of used cassette tapes in the corner. Some of them were still in their cases but most weren’t.
“Here’s our selection of cassette tapes,” the man said. “You can have the entire box for five hundred dollars.”
“Five hundred American dollars for a box full of moldy, used tapes?” Binky said in a very crisp, northern English, Lancashire accent. “I think not.” She started rooting inside the box. After a moment, she found the one that they wanted.
“Aha!” she said, and held up the beat up-looking cassette tape. It was labeled “TARDIS Mix Tape. DO NOT ERASE! - The Doctor.”
Quinn turned to the old man. “We only want this one. How much?”
“That one? How about fifty cents?”
Binky reached into her jeans’ front pocket and brought out a bunch of coins. “Bugger! I don’t think I have any American coins!”
“Here,” Quinn said, and handed her two quarters.
Binky stuck her tongue out at Quinn. “Americans…” she muttered, and gave the coins to the old man.
“Thanks, m’dear. Anything else?”
Binky put her hands on her hips. “Hello? Receipt?”
The old man gave her a dirty look, but after a moment, turned back to an old-fashioned manual cash register on the front counter, punched up some buttons on it, pulled a lever, and it spit out a small piece of paper. He handed the receipt to her.
“There! Happy now?”
“Ta... Umm, thanks,” Binky said.
“’Kay, let’s get outa here,” Quinn said. “Thanks, mister.”
“Let me help you,” the old man replied. He snapped his fingers and they found themselves being picked up by something invisible, and then they were floating towards the front of the store. The door swung open and they found themselves outside.
“Whoa!” Quinn said. “That was like magic!”
The old man chuckled. “That was nothing. I’m great at magic. Spells are us, you know. Now, goodbye!”
The door slammed closed.
They looked at each other.
“Rude,” Binky commented. “What did we say?”
“Let’s not find out and just get back to the phone booth. That dude’s pretty creepy, and I’m scared what else he’ll do with his ‘magic.’”
Binky suited words to action, and they rapidly walked back to the edge of the little open mall where a red telephone booth stood. Most British people would have recognized the red telephone booth with the legend “TELEPHONE” near the top, but it was weird seeing a red, British one in California.
The two didn’t hesitate and opened the booth’s doors.
“Boo!” a bunch of uni freshers exclaimed, and leaned out the doorway as a soon as Quinn and Binky opened the doors.
“Oi!” Binky said, and tried pushing them all back in. “You lot! Back in there!”
There were at least a dozen of them trying to lean out of the door. Someone from the outside would wonder how a dozen people could fit in a tiny phone booth (or, more appropriately, a red London “telephone box”), but TARDISes, even home-made copies of old, outdated, broken-down ones, are still larger on the inside than on the outside.
“We’re hungry!” one of them said. “Did you get chips at least?”
“Shut your mouth!” She turned to Quinn, in an almost accusing manner. “You didn’t have to bring your bloody students!”
Quinn shrugged. “They didn’t want to be left behind. And we wouldn’t have been able to finish the TARDIS if it weren’t for them. We owe them.”
“Bloody students…” Binky muttered, shoved them inside, and stepped in herself.
When everyone was inside, Quinn took the opportunity to look her new TARDIS over. She would have preferred the chameleon circuit to be working, but what could they do? They were building a copy of the Doctor’s TARDIS, but that one’s chameleon circuit wasn’t working, so her version wouldn’t have a working one either. At least they were able to update the look so, instead of a 50s police call box, hers was disguised as a contemporary, red, London phone box.
At the moment, her TARDIS could only fly through space. But, with the data cassette tape they just acquired, it’d be able to fly through space AND time. Hopefully…
“Anyway,” she thought, “time to get back to the lab and finish up the final pieces of the TARDIS. Besides, I’m sure the Doctor is getting impatient by now.” Maybe next time, she’d be able to come back and stay longer. She sure did miss LA.
She stepped into the box, closed the door and, in moments, the red box slowly disappeared accompanied by a mechanical, groaning kind of sound.
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Took my time to stop gigling.
This is one of the most funny takes I have seen or read on television or the movies, I'd say on par with Spaceballs and Blazing Saddles. Maxwell Smart comes close seond.
Oh, and say hello to the wizard for me?
Exceedingly well done, Bobbie.
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Bonjour Monique! Comment vas-tu? Je ne vous ai pas parle depuis un moment.
Oui, je suis un grand fan de Mel Brooks! Je connais Spaceballs, Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein, High Anxiety et The Producers. J'ai achete beaucoup de DVDs de Mel Brooks dans un Blockbuster Video qui fermait. Je ne connais pas Get Smart, cependant.
Lol so you know The Wizard. Coolness. I didn't openly acknowledge that it was him, though - give the story that extra layer of mystery. lol
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I was just lamenting having to wait a whole week for the next episode (something about spiders?) when this little 3 parter showed up. It should tide me over nicely. This brings to mind the one where the 10th Doctor had a cult following, people were starting to become aware of this stranger who kept popping up to fight the various alien menaces the Earth has faced (usually around Christmastime) and this little club that I think Rose's mom was part of was trying to find him; And also the one where they had to cobble a TARDIS together from parts from the TARDIS junkyard. Anyway, fun stuff
The old craze where students used to try to see how many they could fit into a phone booth was a nice gag (I've heard clown cars also employ dimensional engineering), as was the appearance by the SRU wizard.
Maybe Quinn and Binky can run into Ashylda/Me and the undead Clara O. flying around in their own purloined Gallifreyan timeship- the timestream's getting damned crowded these days...
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Cool avatar pic!
Cool avatar pic, by the way.
I've only seen the first two episodes of the new series (until the one where she finds the TARDIS again). I'm liking it, but I'm still on the fence. I don't like her costume much, though. I don't know why, but it feels a bit cartoonish. It's not as bad a Colin Baker's but It could be better.
I think I remember the episode you mentioned - when Jackie Tyler was trying to find Rose, and the Eccleston doctor had just regenerated into the Tennant doctor.
My idea for Quinn's TARDIS actually came from that other episode you mentioned ("The Doctor's Wife," I believe). For my story, Quinn had to be a time lord in order for the TARDIS to bond to her. Then I remembered the episode when River Song's origin came out and she was discovered to be a human that was exposed to the Eye of Harmony, and was effectively a human version of a timelord. And then I remembered Donna's "brain dump." Et voila! So was born Quinn Valentine!
I was thinking of some kind of gimmick of showing the "bigger on the inside" thing and I came across the picture you saw. Hope it worked lol.
I have to think about that suggestion though, about Quinn running into Clara - some other fans might have some ideas about that, and you know how fans can be about their fandoms. lol (I thought Clara's ship was a TARDIS?)
BTW, you might get a kick out of this little fanfilm I found, if you haven't seen it yet. (Obviously, I'm also a fan of the Sherlock series.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3bGYljQ5Uw
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