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OHFE: Gallifrey'd (pt.1)

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  Paul Steamer had never expected that she would have to act as a writer. There had been a proof that some day she'd have to try it, but now, after a discussion (and not listening to her), she had been chosen as a playwright. And all because of Albert Pertwee who had agreed to take the task of organizing the performance! Literally. Of course, Albert's girlfriend Mytrice Allebloo had volunteered to help him (and her little brothers also had done this), so now they all - including the Impossible Team - had to make it so that they wouldn't be ashamed in front of all London. And children and their parents are very picky spectators.
  The theme was picked from the hat. "From Gallifrey to Universe" (seriously, that was a coincidence). But Paul decided to do it alone, without any help. She was such. If the Doctor wanted to change anything, at first he would have to look at her version. Right now Paul was sitting in her room in the TARDIS, surrounded by DVDs, books, papers and everything else of this kind, and her laptop was going to get overheated any second. At first a bit of introduction, then some encounters... At least the Doctor's "tracks" weren't useless. People knew and enjoyed his adventures, though they had no idea that he existed. Funny thing, ideas...
  After some hours (or maybe days?) of sitting in her room Paul went out - her eyes were surrounded with black circles, but there was hope in them. Everybody waiting for her quickly gathered around.
  "I've got the list of characters", she informed and unfolded it. "As for me, all our Doctors should look the same age. Kids for kids. Five, you will be Fifth, you were born for it".
  "Paul, I'm afraid!" Five admitted.
  "Remember out cosplaying? You just have to be yourself", the Doctor noticed. "Go on, Steamer".
  "Right. Eccly, Tenny, Smithy, you know your roles".
  The three Rotcod Brothers beamed - they were copies of Ninth, Tenth and Eleventh Doctors from their beginning. But Handy, the fourth of them and Tenny's twin brother, frowned:
  "What about me?"
  "Hold on. You're going to be Eighth Doctor, I think..."
  "Then I'll be Sixth!" Kyon Turlough exclaimed, having performed a small somersault with glee that he was going to act. "Just for me, though I'm not fat".
  "FAT?!" the Doctor snapped. "All right, I'll give you some sweet moments including carrot juice, Carrot-top!"
  "In case you catch me!" Kyon smirked.
  "Hush, Gingerude, let Steamer finish".
  "Thanks. Johnny-Jimmy, you will be... you will be... What about Fourth? That's not fixed yet, so... Kaster?"
  "I'll be First", Kaster suddenly announced. "Always dreamed of walking around with a cane. And I bet it had some kind of a trick in it!"
   Wish I remembered, the Doctor thought.
  "We need Second, Third and Seventh", Paul concluded. "Any suggestions?"
   "I can take the part of Second". This was said by Loner Trouty - the boy who was different from everybody in here, though his appearance wouldn't tell anything. Paul knitted her brows in concern. Yes, he was fine for the role, but it was for one thing - he looked a little bit too grown-up for his age of eight, and taller than the rest of the "Doctor-performers". "Don't worry, I'm used to hard conditions. Easy as pie. And, apart from that, Kyon and JJ can take other roles cuz I know two bros who can take the roles of Fourth and Sixth Doctors without any problems. I'll tell them".
  "Oh, really, Troutfins?" Kyon's grin widened. "Are we out of boys yet?"
  "Well, if Kyon and Johnny-Jimmy agree... though it's going to be a little bit complicated... what do you say, boys?"
  "I'll be Third", Kyon replied. "And JJ can be Seventh. For Trion's sake, wish Alice was here!.."
  "All right, I'll do my best", Johnny-Jimmy nodded.
  "Hey, and what about me?"
  Paul was just going to point out the moments including this very newbie. Albert called him "Fifth in the Quartet", because it was so - he had become the fifth Rotcod Brother after the adventure including planet-large lab made seemingly just for kicks. He hadn't even had a name before the Doctor had given it to him, not without the reason - "you remind me of someone whom I met or I'm going to meet", as he had explained. This boy looked even younger than Smithy and behaved as if he doubted that he was loved in his new family. No doubt, the memories of Mytrice's parents had changed after he had entered their lives, as well as it had been with Eccly, Tenny, Handy and Smithy, so this was no problem...
  "You're not going to be left out, little brother", Mytrice informed, gesturing him to come closer. This boy's appearance wasn't similar to his older bros'. His head was covered with small dark tight curls with silvery shades there and here, his nose had a tiny little crook which made his profile look like a mini copy of Roman statue profile, and he was unhealthily pale, unlike Smithy who would always stay rosy-cheeked. But that was because tracks of the past were here to stay.
  "You're not, Capers!" Eccly shot out. "Your role is not going to be the last!"
  "I haven't given the scenario to you, Ecc..." Paul muttered.
  "No matter, I just know it!" Eccly didn't even blink with worry.
  "Shall I go on?"

  Samantha Judson pulled the black hood over her head, so only the bottom half of her face was seen - from nose bridge to chin - then snarled at her reflection in the mirror, but wasn't satisfied with the result. For how many times had she posed as Sixth Master? Or no. When it had been the first time, she had acted as his fictional descendant. The second time it had been cosplaying. And here...
  "See-mee?" The head of her little friend Chibiten poked from the pocket of her coat hanging nearby - he was sitting there together with Pat. "Meep, meep".
  "Can you see the Master?" Samantha asked, unsatisfied. She was ten, and her baggy clothes were hiding the fact that she was a girl, but she wasn't glad about her voice. For her, even the harshest tone of it didn't sound Master-like.
  Pat popped out of cloth layers, following Chibiten:
  "Not voice. At-tee-tude. Imma bad, Imma Master!"
  "You're right, Pat. I'm just worried about my two roles. Yeah, sounds stupid. I used to take part in international competitions, but now... I'm just dumbly scared, boys!" Samantha cried out and plopped onto the chair next to the mirror, burying her fingers in her fair chin-length hair. "I'm just dumbly dumbly dumbly scared..."
  "You act great!" Pat stated, and Chibiten meeped in agreement. Samantha gave them a lop-sided smile and made some deep inhales to calm down. It's not the end of the world. It's not going to end with a nuclear explosion if failed... but it would still be... No-no-no. It's going to be fine, Sammy, fine, fine and fine...
  "It'll start soon!"
  Samantha nearly fell off her chair when her thoughts were crashed by the new voice. This appeared to be Albert, dressed in a long red robe with very very large golden collar. His left hand was hidden in something like an iron glove, and he was holding a long stuff in his right hand.
  "How d'you like me, Sammy?" he wondered.
  "The king of the world", Samantha replied. "I'm sorry, but what's your role? I've forgotten all names".
  "Guess. You've read the scenario... All right, I'm Rassilon. A big cheese in a little world. Remember, there's going to be a scene with our encounter? Closer to the end, though we appear at the beginning too... Learned all words?" Samantha nodded. "Great. Oh goodness, I'm impatient to get this collar off! It weighs a ton!"
  "I didn't even know the Doctor keeps such garments", Samantha admitted.
  "Keeps! He stocks them!.. Right, pair o'Docs, remember you two are responsible for some of the effects?" Albert asked. The chibis nodded, putting their hands up and waiting to be got out of the coat. "Phew... C'mon".

  All the "crew members" got their part. The Doctor was sitting opposite to the scene, in the small room from which the background was to be projected. Pat and Chibiten were with him - one took the part of changing music, the other watched for pictures to be switched.
  Meanwhile behind the scenes the final preparations were being made. As the main organizers, Paul and Mytrice had to watch for everything to start in time. The main difficulty was yet to be faced. And it wasn't the fact that some of the young actors had to take two separate roles (because the "group" performers weren't used to learning things by heart), and neither it was about height and age. At the dress rehearsal Kaster had given all the kids "the specially made perception filters" which created an illusion of all of them being of normal average height of eight-year-olds, despite their real age.
  Paul swallowed nervously - it was to begin. No more delays. And no way to run back, if it had been started... All the performers stared at her with hope, and she felt a small squeeze on her hand before coming to the stage.

  The theatre hall was full. Yes, children and their parents tend to visit preformances from time to time, because at Saturday evening you just want to watch something new... The curtain hadn't been raised yet, but some particularly nosy (or "eary" in this case) heard something moving behind it. Perhaps something heavy was pulled across the floor...
  The hall went dark, leaving only the scene lighted with pleasant not too bright light. And it began.
  A youngster wearing a tuxedo and a black-and-indigo domino mask approached to the center of the stage from behind the curtain.
  "Mama, is that a girl or a boy?" one of the girls in the hall asked her mother. A reasonable question - perhaps because most of the adults in here had no idea about this too, but no one wanted to ask it aloud, unlike the kids. However, it was answered very soon.
  "Once upon a time there lived a boy", the tuxedo-wearing girl began. Now, when everyone heard the intonations of her voice, there was no doubting about her gender. "He wasn't a superhero. He wasn't a chosen one, and he wasn't the one whose future was clear. But today our story is going to tell about him. Why?" The narrator gave a small lop-sided grin. "You will see. And now let me lead you to the planet where everything started".
  The curtain slowly opened, revealing the upcoming action behind. It was a landscape of some unknown world, but not Earth - where can you find orange skies on Earth? The impression was strengthened by the people on the scene - all dressed in similar red cloaks with large rough collars, but some of them were dressed simpler, while others had embroidery or some other patterns on the clothing edges. That was on the right side of the stage, and from the left two more were approaching: one more man in such robe, with unruly dark hair (some attentive parents suspected that he could be the narrator's relative - this hair, if let grow longer, would probably change into wavy curls, like those which framed the narrator's face, and their seen face lines were obviously of the same family) and a small blond boy dressed in some kind of uniform of the same scarlet color: pants tucked in short black boots, a shirt with wide golden belt over it and short orange gloves.
  "Don't worry. You are going to pass it", the man told the boy.
  "What if I fail, father?" the boy said, his voice very small.
  "Look at me. I did it, and everybody did it. Come on, you should go on alone... Think about something pleasant. Remember how we watched the meteor rain?"
  "Yes", the boy nodded.
  "Then go. Find Koschei".
  "And - yes", the narrator, who was now standing at the right end of the stage, went on. "Koschei and the boy whom everybody later called Theta Sigma were best friends ever. And today both of them had to pass a ritual, after which they were to begin their studying. It wasn't like any of our exams, it was most unusual".
  The background image changed to the one of some kind of vortex. Blue and red and white, sometimes breaking to crimson and flaming orange, or maybe sunset clouds forming a tunnel...

  "Are you sure he's not going to guess the names?" Chibiten asked his pal - despite the "full-size" people barely heard any words from them, except meeping and eeping (normal words came out only when the speaker wanted it, and it wasn't an ideal practice), they could understand each other perfectly well.
  "I am, trust me". Pat, having seen that the first "life-changing" scene was about to begin, quickly turned on the first not-too-background tune in the list - OGOH. Or Our Gallifrey, Our Home. Pat just didn't want the Doctor to get upset or something. Or maybe catch spoilers... because there were moments which were kept in secret from the Doctor, who was sitting right here, next to them, not interfering in the process.
  "Five's coping nicely", Chibiten noticed, watching the stage where Five (whose role, apart from Fifth Doctor, was Theta Sigma, or Little Doctor) was running away from all the adult performers. "I ran away and I still run", that's what it was.
  "Of course, he's used to showing fear", Pat replied, hoping that the Doctor didn't speak Chibi. "I mean, different kinds of fear... Oh-oh-oh, it's Sammy's turn!"
  The deeds on the stage were going on. Trouty (who, apart from Second Doctor's role, had got the one of Koschei) gazed at the Untempered Schizm imitation on the backstage. Now it was Chibiten's turn to give the observers a real surprise - having caught the moment, he gladly hit one more button, and there was a blinding flash of light, accompanied by a crack of thunder (generously supported by Pat).
  Both chibis beamed, having seen that the effect worked - these bangs and flashes accompanied the appearing of Albert on the stage, to whom Trouty's eyes stuck immediately.
  Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
  Albert knocked four times on the floor with the tip of his stuff, and Samantha, her face hidden, bounced onto the stage, slowly coming to Trouty (who managed even to cease blinking). But when the distance between them reached minimal, both froze, and Chibiten made the stage go dark.

  "That was impressive, now it's our turn", Kaster informed, straightening his white wig. Meanwhile Paul was going on with her story-telling, and behind the fallen curtain Albert together with his grown-up friends (those who had acted as silent Timelords) was fussing with changing the background. Now it was to be school class interior.
  "Okay, okay, coming", Audrey Rayner, the girl in whose family Kyon lived during his being on Earth, replied. Her hair was affected by one of the Doctor's handy devices - this one increased melanin concentration, making her hair darker temporarily. No wonder, her auburn hair wouldn't be the best for her role of Susan Foreman.
  "We're here!" The performer of the Barbara Wright's role was the newbie - only Paul had been acquainted with her before the meeting. This girl, Carrie Crusader, could as well be Kyon's sister - she was also ginger, her long hair now hidden under the dark wig, her eyes bright green and features thin. The only difference was that she had loads of freckles (now carefully masked with the help of cosmetics). And Tenny, before performing his main role, was to become Ian Chesterton for a while - his main problem had been making his hair lay smoothly. And not snorting while acting together with Kaster (who appeared to be quite funny and convincing "small old man").
  "Carrie?"
  This was Trouty's voice - he was one of the few who hadn't seen everyone yet. Including Carrie, at whom he was staring now.
  "Yes", Carrie replied cautiously - this was the case when Trouty's savage nature came out despite his being "civilized". "Oh... Is your name... Trouty?"
  "Yes", Trouty approved. "Carrie Angel Crusader, that's you. I've met you..."
  "Hem-hem!" Clark Steamer coughed. "My sis is finishing her speech, time for some scene rage!"
  Tenny and Carrie hurried to the scene, while Audrey prepared to come out a bit later. Despite Trouty's full-action patch was approaching and he had to get prepared, he stayed behind the scene, puzzled and not even bothered by the fact that his ex-tribe mates were to act next. It was very easy for them to imitate Stone Age people, because they just had to be themselves. Early years spent in savage conditions don't pass for nothing, even if they are followed by ordinary life then.
  "You're not tearing her eyes off her, Loner", the ex-leader of the Kiddogang tribe, reckless Jiejie (well, now officially Jenna Burns, but for the ones who knew, still Jiejie, because, as the Doctor said, this was "older sister" in Chinese), noticed. Straight as always - before she had been rebelling against wearing "clean and torn rags", but then had calmed down. "Who's she?"
  "I don't know", Trouty admitted, scratching his neck. "I've seen her before, but it's all misty..."
  "You'd better go and get prepared to your role", Mytrice's voice sounded from behind. Trouty returned to reality and hurried to the dressing-room, having seen that there was already the scene where the TARDIS (the real and true one; the Doctor had blocked the settings for Kaster, Carrie, Audrey and Tenny not to fly away, letting them only vanish for a small period of time and then appear again) was introduced for the first time.

  Quickly, quickly, quickly. This sequence wasn’t going to be very long, so Trouty had to do it all as briskly as possible. At least he didn’t have to complain: Kaster, who was now in action, was to be in the next “episode” together with him, so it was much worse for young Tyler. Two layers of clothing! It was fine for him that the bottom one was much tighter than the upper one.
  "He is not stronger than all tribe!" Kaster's voice sounded, and Trouty bent with laughter. It wasn't the phrase which made him laugh, it was intonation. And voice. Kaster's effort put into imitating the old man's voice wasn't spent for nothing...
  “Are you worried, Trouty?” Mytrice’s voice sounded from behind.
  “Slightly”, Trouty admitted, having stopped laughing. “Koschei’s role was the easiest, except for fear part. But I’ve never danced in public”.
  “Trust me, neither did I”, Mytrice smiled. She was already wearing her costume (which didn’t give the clear impression who – or what – she was dressed like) consisting of long sea green dress with no sleeves, made of holographic and reflective cloth, so its color didn’t stay steady, changing with her every move, and her long dark wavy hair was partly braided at the back of her head, leaving most locks loose together with a plait in the middle. “Especially when wearing a dress. And especially with Clark”.
  “Clark?”
  “Yeah, we two are coming out after your scene. He gave me a couple of lessons, but…” Mytrice’s cheekbones flushed. “You’ll see. But I’m sure you’re going to perform your main part it as easily as that!” She snapped her fingers.
  It could be easier if I had a partner who could lead me around, Trouty thought. But now it all depended on him.

  The Stone Age adventure together with the appearing and disappearing blue box made all hall clap in delight. The narrator made her way onto the stage again.
  “Didn’t I tell you? Out hero had an ability to change when he didn’t have a chance to live on. To begin a new life. And in every life he had many adventures. Do you want to know what happened next?” The reply was positive – and from multiple places of the hall. Fighting the cold lump in her throat (she couldn’t get rid of feeling that it all was for nothing and could simply end in a flop), Paul continued: “The next time it all happened in a very curious way. We’ve got Doctor, we’ve got beast – let’s change them for a while at least. No one will see this deal’s arrangement, though there are going to be changes. We’ve got Doctor, we’ve got beast, and who is who? With check be pleased”.
  As for Kaster, Trouty was a convincing Cosmic Hobo, while he wasn’t quite sure about himself this time. He had enjoyed becoming the First Doctor for a while, and now he was to perform a bad guy’s role. Too late to step back – all their grown-up pals (previously posing as Timelords, and now as his scene charges… Salamander, the enemy of the world, hah!) were ready and prepared, and the beginning of the slow and sinister tune filled the stage. Having made up the most typical “evil genius” grin and straightened his black wig, Kaster walked from behind the curtain.

  “Wow, both Troutfish and Blathering Blatherskite get into the rhythm”, Kyon assumed in his usual sharp manner, watching the events on the stage from the side. The trick here was with the lighting: when the right side of stage was lighted, Kaster was in action (together with the most of the “adult” part of the “crew”; that was funny and horrible at the same time – the smallest one being the most evil and the main at the same time! What to say, Kaster’s “evil part” served here), and when the left one was lighted, it was up to Trouty to get his part of the dance. That wasn’t even the dance in common sense. More like pantomime. No words, just the language of gestures to the rhythm of the Matrix movie theme Clubbed to Death – it was the best tune fitting the scene. Chilling and solemn and mystical to the bone, and just begging to be “separated” in parts for the two main performers of the scene.
  “At least my first role isn’t going to be too hard”, Kyon muttered, looking down at himself – he was to be the Third Doctor in the next scene. “It’ll be tremendous if this cotton candy thing falls off my head at the most inappropriate moment…” he continued.
  “Don’t worry, it won’t”, Mytrice reassured him. “You don’t have problems with your hairdo and you won’t have them with the wig. And you’re at least not wearing a dress”.
  “Yeah, but I’m pretty sure that if Kas got the role of Three, this cloud would’ve fallen off his head a moment after the beginning”, Kyon snapped. “His one holds cuz of its shape. Name’s not for nothing – BOWLcut”.
  “You’re rude”, Mytrice pointed out. “That means that you’re nervous”.
  “Yeah, Tour-low”. Eccly’s face, now decorated with a black goatee – he was to perform the role of the Third Master and was getting prepared for it (right now he looked like a mixture of his own groove and the required one) – popped from behind Mytrice’s back. “You always do so”.
  “Eary Earthling”.
  “Tall-tale Trion”.
  Eccly escaped before Kyon could’ve thought of another reply. Instead, the ginger kid found another reason to blab his nervous mood out.
  “At least I’m lucky cuz I won’t have problems with relatives. Is Mrs. Julianne Steamer out there? I know that your Albert will watch it all, Mytrice, but it will be an explosion if…”
  “No way, Gingerude! My Julianne already knows about our sequence, as well as Ewan!”
  “Oh Claaaark, you spoilt all the fun!” Kyon moaned and was gone behind the closest backstage curtain: judging by its immediate movement, Eccly pulled him into one of their numerous “friendly fights” which they usually performed when being nervous. Luckily these fights were short and almost soundless, especially now, when the sounds of Clubbed to Death were filling the hall, making too impressive kids frozen.
  “Stop that dilly-dallying, Mytrice, I’ll take the lead when we start”, Clark Steamer assured her. This was his second sequence and the only “full-sized” one (the first one was acting as Theta Sigma’s father together with Five), and now he and Mytrice were to come out together. His clothes for the role now were long bluish black classical pants, white shirt with wide sleeves, waistcoat of the same color with pants, official shoes and wide atlas cape over this all (he could’ve wrapped himself into it twice, though it didn’t look at all so wide).
  “It’s easy for you to talk. You’re not wearing a skirt”.
  “No, I’m not. But I was dressed in that robe, and you can’t imagine how heavy and long it was! You know, the only thing I could think about was not falling over…”
  At this moment the slower part of the tune started, and their looks were drawn to the stage again - the "revelation" scene was going on there. Trouty and Kaster, not tearing their eyes off each other - one with calm steady expression, the other with an evil self-satisfied smirk - were approaching to each other in such a way as if they were sliding on ice and not walking on a firm surface.

  "Wait a bit... Wait a bit..." Pat was muttering, afraid to miss the moment, though it wasn't him who was responsible for it. "Now!"
  Chibiten pulled the needed lever, and the hidden platform under Trouty's and Kaster's feet was raised into the air, hanging on ropes hardly seen from the hall, so the effect was as if it was soaring.
  "Hot-heads. Bet it was Kyon's idea", the Doctor murmured - he hadn't been told about this part. The slow part of Clubbed to Death ended, and in some seconds the sequence was finished as well - after a very convincing fight (which wasn't really a fight) Kaster was thrown back onto the floor, while Trouty remained half-hanging on the platform, which now was at 45 degrees' angle to the floor. Only then Chibiten pressed the buttons, having made the stage go dark, except the patch on which Kaster was now lying. In a moment his body dissolved, having turned into a cloud of bluish black glittering dust - or the observers thought so. But the chibis knew the secret, as well as the Doctor and those two who had secretly decided to use it – Kaster and Trouty, who else! They had thought this would be more spectacular.

  “What in the name of Mercury was that, Kaster?” Mytrice asked as soon as the mentioned one managed to sneak off the stage after bowing in reply to the hall’s applause. “I don’t remember this part in the scenario”.
  “Improvisation”, Kaster beamed, pulling the wig off his head. “I upgraded my sonaser a bit. A small perception filter which creates a certain effect when being switched on or off… Crafty fingers and no cheating”.
  “You’re made out of pranks”. Kyon joined them, not forgetting to listen to Paul’s monologue on the stage not to miss his entrance. Meanwhile Albert and his two friends (“ex-Timelords” and then “Salamander’s helpers”) Janus and Saint-John (what a combo of names, if to count the fact that they were Tremas Brothers as well) were pulling the TARDIS onto the stage behind the fallen curtain as quietly as they could for the next sequence. “Right, Clarice…”
  “Clarice?!” Albert and Mytrice retorted at the same time.
  “I don’t mean anything related to so-called shipping, I just like such words. Like Clark and Mytrice together… Fine. I join the sequence after the first stanza, eh?”
  “Stop that pretending, you know it better than we do, Tour-low”, Mytrice replied and admitted to herself that she didn't quite believe in this kid's ability of being dramatic instead of restless and cheeky. In both cases.

  "...And while our hero had no chances to continue wandering around all times and all spaces, he didn't show it much. At day, he was enjoying things that he could invent and upgrade, but at night sadness sometimes overtook him". Paul paused for some seconds. "But one night very special guests arrived to him, and they knew that he was not stuck forever".
  A new tune filled the hall, the total opposite of the previous – this was slow and smooth, and the dimmed stage slowly turned a bit lighted. Just fine for the impression of the night atmosphere and seeing everything at the same time. The background was the impressive and convincing imitation of starry sky, while the only décor parts was that very blue box, next to which, leaning on its wall and hugging his knees, a small figure in fancy clothes and with a cloud of white curly hair was sitting.
  The blue box’s doors opened a small bit, and a stream of bluish violet mist with golden streaks dashed out of it, then gathered in a cloud and changed into a figure of a girl in a long sea green with holographic patterns, so the impression was as if it was made of water or mercury. She slowly walked to the sitting one and put her hand on his shoulder, as if waking him from his sleep.

  “I’m going to die with laughter if anyone steps on that cape and falls over”, Eccly muttered, watching Clark appear on the screen literally with a flap of his cape – it was the first thing that became visible after his perception filter was switched off.
  “Stop that grumpy-facing, Ecc”. The Bakey Brothers – in “real” life they were Stuart Baker and Kennet Baker, but that was official, just like in Trouty’s case, and they preferred to be called Bakey Senior and Bakey Junior (or Curlyhat and Yellowhead correspondingly) – were already here, because the older of them was to take part in the next scene. Like Five, they had similarities to two Doctors, Fourth and Sixth, due to their having been chosen for the program of creating a “perfect being” out of ten parts, as well as Five had been chosen for it, but after the failure they had been brought to early XXI century Earth. And now they were pretty satisfied with it.
  Eccly curved his mouth at them and continued watching the action on the stage. He admitted to himself that he had underestimated the chances of this very sequence’s success. Why? Its participants (especially Mytrice and Kyon) had infected him with doubts. Mytrice wasn’t an experienced dancer, and Kyon was a hyperactive ball of energy (why had he chosen the Third Doctor’s role anyway? Perhaps he had thought that Venusian aikido would’ve taken place…), but now… For Eccly it was clear that Clark was leading their slow dance – maybe because he had been at the rehearsals? But Bakey Brothers were staring at this sight like hypnotized. Don’t drop your eyes, Eccly thought – as required, the eyes of both (especially of the older one) were popped apart from being naturally bulging.
  “They’re beautiful”, Bakey Senior whispered when Clark and Mytrice whooshed past them.
  “That’s my sis”, Eccly proudly noticed. “And our gender-bender’s bro… Hey Broccoli-Tops, ready to disarm them with your tricks?”
  “Obviously, Buzz-Top”, Bakey Junior smirked, and his eyes were glued to the stage again. This time because of Kyon who joined the dance – no one quite expected him to be able to make any moves of this kind apart from break-dancing.

  “You are not alone, I’ll be here with you…” Mytrice was humming, leaning on the wall. Foolish smile didn’t wish to be wiped off her now reddened face – no, it wasn’t hot here, it was her feeling of “thank goodness, I’m done”. “Really, you gotta have bravery of a knight to perform on stage… Though we’re far apart, you’re always in my heart… Oh dears, get away from me!”
  “Who, me?”
  “Ah… sorry Albert, I haven’t noticed you”. Actually Mytrice couldn’t see and hear anything around her in this half-delirious state. “I was referring to that song”.
  “You were scared?” Albert simply asked. Mytrice nodded two or three times, her grin becoming even more stupid. “Fine, I’m sorry. It was me who engaged you all in this story”.
  “No need to say sorry. We’re almost in the middle of the way… aren’t we?” Mytrice strained her ears to hear what was performed on the stage – that was the “classic” sequence involving Bakey Senior as Fourth Doctor, Rhodie as Romana and the Tremas Brothers, one as the White Guardian (that was Janus) and the other as the Black Guardian (definitely Saint-John). “Yes… Albert, when have you danced in public for the first time?”
  “When I was seven”, Albert admitted. He used to be a member of a classical dance team, but he had abandoned this, though it stayed in his manners until now. “You know what? When you’re a kid, you don’t think about things much. It’s when you grow up, you become nervous about trifles… this is why I abandoned that dancing stuff, really”.
  "But you didn't abandon your tricky habits, Dancer..."
  "I still have enough mind to distinguish the White Guardian from the Black one!" sounded from the stage's side, and everything went black for two or three seconds.
  "Tell those wee people that they have finest reaction", Albert murmured with a grin.

  After the short break, before returning to the stage, Paul peeked from behind the curtain to see if all the observers had returned. There were pnts that would leave together with their kids if the latter didn't enjoy the sight, but this time it wasn't clear if it all was fine. Paul didn't have cameras instead of eyes, so she couldn't tell exactly if there were such cases, but most observers stayed. Right. She came back onto the stage.
  "Now I want to ask you something. Imagine that someone came to you in your dreams and offered to fulfill one wish for you. And not just a wish - your most powerful desire... but instead you'd have to do the most horrible thing. Would you agree?"
  Whispering rustled over the hall, and usual bravery of children overtook: one faint “no” resulted in echoing “no, no, no” all over the hall until reaching the all-covering “NO!”
  Paul exhaled with relief – not only because she received a reply, but also because the reply matched her inner mottos of moral.
  “And someone had to do it. No, it was not our hero. It was another kid, who couldn’t go home as well, but in his case it was different…” The first notes of the new tune – this time suspicious and with a long cry, like in horror movies (though much calmer), tangled in – echoed through the stage and hall. Then there was a distant noise of car urgently braking and crashing, and a single searchlight was aimed at the stage from the top, revealing a supine figure with flaming ginger hair.
  A hand emerged from darkness over it, and the figure shook, like a doll on its strings – there could be no better comparison, because within the next few seconds it was clear that the brisk and sharp moves of the ginger-top were obeying the will of the shadow, hardly seen in the darkness on the stage.
  “Bam-bam-be-dum, bam-bam-be-dam-bam…”
  That really was a creepy sight. Even for those who took part.
  “What’s wrong with me?”
  No one noticed, but the young man in black who was slowly becoming visible due to increasing lighting on the stage nervously biting the tip of his tongue.
  “Why do I feel like this?”

  The Doctor knitted his brows together in concentration, watching the new sequence. Yes, it was persuasive – Saint-John (for now the Black Guardian) was imitating manipulating Kyon’s actions (who now was in the role of his father Vislor Turlough – that’s what’s called the fitting choice!). But that was the problem: it was TOO persuasive.
  Chibiten and Pat also felt danger and instinctively clang to each other. They could naturally read emotions of people around them, like babies can, but this time they wished they didn’t have this ability.
  “I’m all frozen on the inside”, Chibiten whispered.
  “Me too”, Pat replied.
  “Something’s wrong”, the Doctor muttered over their heads. “Something’s very wrong. And there wasn’t anything like this at the rehearsals”.
  Meanwhile the short “puppet” sequence was over, and the scene “Fifth Doctor and Turlough meeting” started. Without less creepiness. At first sight there was nothing weird about it… maybe it was because of the song?.. Or because of the worry growing in the hall?.. The kids sensed something not right too, especially when Kyon knelt and grabbed his head along with the song line “I feel like a monster”, and then jumped up with the evil-like expression – “Ain’t gonna play nice!”

  “Kyon, did you really have to… Kyon?” Rhodie backed away two or three steps, having seen Kyon approaching to her in a corny way – his eyes were wide, not blinking and completely black because of dilated pupils instead of their usual green shade, and he was rapidly breathing with his mouth half-open.
  Unlike her, Handy, who happened to be around, chose acting – reached out to pat Kyon on the shoulder and bounced back, as if pushed with a giant string:
  “Ice!”
  Mytrice, who was here as well, came closer and quickly put everything on its proper place:
  “We’ve got the next scene to do”. Now Five (as Fifth Doctor) and Eccly (as Third Master) were out there in the “battle of minds” scene (with Everard of Kiddogangs as Kamelion), so there was some time. “Everyone here? Trouty?” The named one, still in his Second Doctor costume, nodded. “Keira?” Keira Leminan, the seven-year-old friend of hers, now dressed in shorts and a blouse tied in front – fitting clothing for the role of Peri Brown – came closer. “Johnny-Jimmy?” Now with his hair darkened in a natural way and being dressed in baggy working overalls which later were to be replaced by Scottish dress, Johnny-Jimmy was ready for the role of Jamie McCrimmon. “Bakey Junior?.. Where’s Bakey Junior? Paul’s about to begin her interlude!”
  “Here, Mytrice”, Bakey Junior replied from distance a bit too loud, so everyone hushed at him. Mytrice glared at him – yes, he was as loud as Sixth Doctor, his stage counterpart – and with gentle, but steady movements led Kyon to the stool farther from the stage. After having made sure that he wasn’t going to escape, she hurried to Trouty:
  “I know that Timelords are touch-telepaths. Do you carry such a capacity?”
  “N-no. I didn’t even know Timelords could perform such a stunt”, Trouty admitted. “But I don’t think I can do it. I’m not even a Timelord, strictly saying”.
  “Okay, you still have to act. Let’s use traditional methods, then…”
I've been writing this since I don't know when. Because... why not? So many filmed sequences, and there could be "theatrical" ones as well... with a bit of magic... special spacial magic. *winks*

Roles:
Rhodie Smith - the daughter of Rose and Handy (aka John or Metacrisis Doctor) from the parallel universe, who inherited the Timelord intelligence, but didn't know who she really was until her age of five when she was told about it. She's a bit reserved, but kind and always ready to help. Her roles are Rose and Romana.
Kaster Tyler (belongs to :iconatlantihero-kyoxei: ) - the son of Rose and Handy, but from the mirror universe, this is why he and Rhodie carry a nickname "The Impossible Kids" (or "The Impossiblers"), because technically they would've never met. He's witty and with a love for inventing, but mischievous and never resisting to express his opinion. His roles are First Doctor and Salamander.
Johnny-Jimmy - the Doctor's adopted child who lived in the TARDIS since being one year old (this is the reason why he can understand her). He is not as clever as the Impossiblers, but he is brave and a quick thinker. Also he knows that he's not the Doctor's child, but still loves his "Doctor-daddy". His roles are Jamie McCrimmon and Seventh Doctor.
Pauline "Paul" Steamer - "a normal thing in up-to-date world: a girl in unisex clothes and with a male name", as the Doctor characterizes her. She may be sarcastic, but she's also very protective, partly because she's the oldest in the group (after the Doctor). Her role is Narrator.
Five - a child from antiutopian future where emotions are forbidden. He was one of the ten children who were chosen as a material for making up "a perfect human" (factually the copy of the Doctor), but this project was ruined later. He's usually very shy, but he tries to make his best in everything and is a quick learner. In his look (and some of manners), he's pretty similar to Fifth Doctor. No wonder that this is his role, apart from Young Doctor one.
Clark Steamer - Paul's older brother. He's calm and often acts as a judge, but he can become "explosive" when it comes to safety of his family or friends. His roles are the Doctor's father and Space.
Mytrice Allebloo - the older teenage student who once changed her biology, having turned into a Timelady named Violet Blink; she used to live with her mother until Rotcod Brothers appeared in her life. She's intelligent, but considers herself to know "too much rubbish". Mytrice hates planning anything, preferring to improvise, and sometimes can be a real spitfire. Her role is Time.
Rotcod Brothers: Mytrice's little brothers (who originally were plush toys describing Ninth, Tenth and Eleventh Doctors and later morphed into living beings):
- Eccly - the oldest brother, 7 years old. He is the bravest of all gang, can be rude and is never shy about expressing his opinions, often acts before thinking. Also he enjoys scary stories and horror movies. His "prototype" is Ninth Doctor (and his second role, apart from this, is Third Master).
- Tenny - Handy's twin brother, 5 years old. His favourite hobby is woodcarving and repairing things, and also inventing new gears and devices. Usually he is calm and patient, but deep inside he has a huge urge for adventures. His "prototype" is Tenth Doctor (and he gets his role, as well as the role of Ian Chesterton).
- Handy - Tenny's twin brother, 5 years old (he has a "bracelet" scar encircling his right wrist as the difference from Tenny). Unlike the rest three, he was made up from rags by Mytrice and turned into a living being with the help of TARDIS energy. Handy's character is a mixture from the characters of the rest of brothers; he often helps Tenny with his works, but prefers to paint the wooden figurines. His "prototype" is Metacrisis Doctor (or Ten-Too); his additional role is Eighth Doctor.
- Smithy - the youngest brother, 4 years old. He is the most vulnerable, impressive and emotional of them (this is why Eccly calls him "Smithy the Crybaby"), and also devoted to Mytrice. His "prototype" is Eleventh Doctor (and he also gets the role of Mickey Smith).
- Cappy - the "newest addition" to the family, 4 years old (younger than Smithy), the child copy of Twelfth Doctor. Eccly calls him "Capers" or "Green Capers" because of his being "not used to the world". He almost always understands things literally and is the naivest of all five, but all he needs is just some love. His full name is Capaldi Oswald Rotcod Allebloo (and his role is... you know).
Albert Pertwee - Mytrice's boyfriend who works in a bookshop. He is usually peace-loving and a bit reserved due to his unusual appearance features (he is imposingly tall and has ash-colored hair, though he is only 20), but he also can be ironic and tricky. He's also an experienced dancer and ice-skater, though he rarely shows it to anyone. His role is Rassilon.
Kyon Turlough - the son of Vislor Turlough, Fifth Doctor's companion, and the same diehard, who loves weird actions (like hanging upside down on a space version of skateboard) and pranks. Ironically, his roles are - yes, Vislor Turlough and Third Doctor.
Langley Troughton Bluegrass, aka Loner Trouty - the kid from the alien tribe of children (Kiddogang tribe, which acts as additional force) which was transported to Earth then. He's one-third Timelord, and his physical data is slightly different from that of a human (he has two hearts and is able to heal damages of other people), which made him reserved, but he's still helpful. His roles are Koschei (young Master) and Second Doctor.
Samantha "Sammy" Judson - the ex-champion in everything, who's now living her life like a "normal girl". She's used to public attention, but she doesn't enjoy it at all, and her friends (the Little People, Chibiten and Pat) always accompany her. Her roles are Sixth Master and Grace Holloway.

Songs used for now:
Our Gallifrey, Our Home (Rassilon makes Koschei insane during the ceremony)
Clubbed to Death (Matrix OST) (Second Doctor and Salamander)
You Are Not Alone (Michael Jackson) (the dream of Third Doctor; Mytrice hums it after the dance)
Disturbia (The Cab) (Black Guardian and Vislor Turlough)

Part two: fav.me/d7eupwl Sorry for the long explanation, but I was to do it.
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