“So, my dear, how’s the meal?” the Second Doctor asked her.
Celestia picked at her fish with a fork, taking a chunk out and chewing on it slowly. She smiled and nodded her head, swallowing with a content sigh. “Quite delicious, Doctor. Usually with my dates I worry about ending up in a hospital, so I don’t get to fully enjoy the meals we have.”
The Second Doctor smiled, this version’s face much more jolly than his previous grumpy and serious facade. “Well, I assure you that no surprise hospital visits shall happen on my watch.”
“Many have already made that promise before.”
The Doctor winked, producing from his pocket a recorder. Placing it near his lips, he said, “Well, not many of them are the Doctor now are they?”
Celestia giggled while the Doctor started to play his strange flute, the notes carrying with them a childish demeanor full of joy and easy-going times. Likewise, so was the Doctor’s appearance. He still dressed in an excessive fashion, but with much less pretentiousness than the First. A simple dark coat and pants with pressed blue shirt was his assemble, along with polka dot bowtie proudly displayed. He always had a mischievous grin on his face along with a hooked nose, while his hair resembled a bad haircut that used a bowl to organize it. The strangest thing Celestia could note was that she couldn’t quite place what color his eyes were. They shifted from brown to blue each time she glanced at him.
Celestia looked around herself, her breath still taken away by the spectacular decor that surrounded the two. “Is this truly the lost city of Atlantis?”
“Well, not very lost now, is it?” the Doctor asked, earning another chuckle from Celestia. He placed down his recorder and leaned back in his seat. “As for your question, yes, it is. I’m surprised you know of it.”
“Once you get around to as many immortals as I have, you learn a couple of things. Such as Atlantis being the place of bad mojo.”
“Here, it’s a place of good seafood,” the Doctor said, both immortals sharing a hearty laugh. “But for the most part Atlantis was once one of the most technologically advanced nations in the world. But, like many good things, it was utterly and completely destroyed and its remnants just a shadow of its old self.”
“That… sounds really dark,” Celestia noted.
The Doctor shrugged, clapping his hands together. “It very well might be, but now they have some of the best seafood on the planet.”
From the depths of a nearby pool appeared a stumbling creature of the oddest variety. It was a fish person, since that was the most likely name to call these creatures. With scaly skin, fish-like eyes, along with gills and fins. Though the scales looked glued onto their skin, the eyes resembled goggles, and their gills and fins appeared to be plastic.
One of them placed a plate in front of the Doctor which had a large collection of sushi on it. Popping a rice roll into his mouth, the Doctor winced and shook his head. “Ugh. Too much wasabi.”
“Doctor… where did these fish people come from?” Celestia asked, scooting away from one that had approached a bit too close to her.
“Oh, just by some mad scientist who genetically altered them to collect food from the ocean floor.”
“What?”
“Did I also mention the part where he wants to destroy the world?”
Celestia shook her head and reattached her jaw, which had practically fallen to the floor. “Pardon me for being repetitive, but what?”
“Doctor!” a far off voice shouted, with footsteps signaling whoever yelled was fast approaching.
“Ah, there’s the man of the hour himself, Zaroff,” the Doctor noted. He pulled out his recorder and gave it an expert twirl, tapping it to his temple while winking slyly. “Off his nutter, completely mad, delusionally demented. And an expert seafood expert.”
“Wait, why are you telling me this now?” Celestia asked.
The Doctor sighed, shrugging with a downcast expression on his face. “Well, to be truthful, it’s to scare you off.”
“Wh—wait, no, I can surely come up with a better response than that.” Celestia pouted and tapped her hoof on the table several times. “How about… hold on a moment? Yes, that should do nicely—hold on a moment now!”
“I was hoping that me acting in such a childish manner in front of such complete madness would do you away from being in my presence,” the Doctor said.
“So… you wanted this date to go badly?”
“More like I wanted to save you the trouble of it going badly down the way.” The Doctor patted her hoof reassuringly. “Celestia, you’re a wonderful lady… woman… mare… pony. But in the end, I’m just not searching for a romantic interest at the moment. This me just wants to be with me, with the occasional companion along the way to make things interesting.”
The footsteps got louder, with eccentric yelling and mindless shouting following it closely.
Celestia tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “Wait… so why did we go out on a date then?”
The Doctor picked up another sushi roll and chuckled. “Well, there was too much seafood to eat all by myself, and I wanted to enjoy it with some pleasant company. Which is about to change now that Zaroff is on the way.”
“So what should we do?” Celestia asked.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I think it’s about time you high-tailed it out of here.” The Doctor pulled out a large leather wrist-watched from inside the liner of his coat, throwing the device to Celestia.
Catching it, Celestia asked, “Wait, when did you have that in there? And where did you get this?”
“Tough to explain, but the more important question is when? Which I still can’t properly explain.” The Doctor smiled. “But to explain the most important question that remains unasked and unanswered, just press the button to travel through time. You’ll get home from there… hopefully.”
“Oh, you mean this bu—”
Celestia disappeared, leaving the Doctor alone with a mad scientist out for his head.
Chewing on another extra spicy sushi roll, the Doctor hummed under his breath. “Now… did I set that tricky thing to send her to Equestria or to prehistoric times on Earth? Eh, I’m sure she’ll figure it out… hopefully.”
Uhh.....can you give me the short version of Doctor Who? Don't really watch those kind of shows...
The moral I got from this story is: never date the doctor, they are trolls. Oh and control all sushi factories in the world
Poor Celestia...she's in for a rough ride, isn't she?
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4695776 The doctor is species from another world that has mastered time travel, but his planet was destroyed in a war, he now travels the universe fixing problems and other things with a companion usually a human he trusts. when his body is destroyed or killed he regens a new one, but a few things can permanently kill him.
thats really the basics if you want to know more look on wiki
Grandpa?
So, will we be running through every Doctor all the way up to the 13th? Wait, we already did 9 and...10th I think. This fic has already gone on for so long I can't remember the really early dates.
Not that that's a bad thing!
I feel like doing the 13th'll be hard though. All we really know about his personality is "I have no idea how to fly this thing."
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Show's over 50 years old. There is no real short version that explains the series. Just the basic principles. Alien from a race of time-manipulators, loves adventure, adores humans. Between 900-2000 years old. Has two hearts. Psionic. Constantly winds up in the thickest of trouble and is an utter pacifist, so tends to lack any sort of weaponry to save himself or his companions - instead they all tend to put their collective skills and wits together and just clever their way through the worst issues that could possibly befall them. So, that's the basic premise.
Well, at least Patrick was courteous enough to send Celestia away from his own danger.
Then again, she's probably out of the frying pan and into the freezer, as far as the entropy-filled norm goes
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Don't forget that he can expel radiation from his foot, and is the son-in-law of a couple of his companions (both of whom have kissed 11 at one point or another). He died a few times (not counting regenerations), and is the eternal-life-long pursuit of one Captain Jack Harkness (Who keeps 10's hand in a jar).
"After the Debacle in Atlantis,"
Poor Celestia.... I hope at least one date with one of the Doctors goes right........ um wait.... are you going to involve the War Doctor too?
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Timey things happen.
Wimey things happen
Things blow up
The Doctor (usually) saves the day. If he doesn't, his companion or random chance does.
There you go, 50 years of deep, rich cinematic history in four(ish) sentence(fragments)
Oh wow, Zarkov, the hammiest of the hammy.
"NOTHING IN ZE VORLD CAN SLOP ME NOW!"
Well it could have gone allot worse.
4695929 Don't forget the kidneys.
4695989 Well, at least he doesn't have purple eyes ever.
I started watching the sereies at the reboot, so I started with 9.
4695776 The adventures of a man in a Police box and his friends as they travel through time.
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Utter pacifist? I wouldn't go that far.
......Why are the doctors assholes? Are they like that in the show? (I've only watched bits and pieces of one Season)
4697772 Usually not, at least 90% of the time...
I have an idea for Celestia going out on a date, but i'd like to write a guest chapter, is there a set of steps to send it to you?
I think it would be a fun romp, and I'll keep the suprise till the ennd of the chapter if I can...
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4698297 PM him and he'll get back to you.
Can't wait till she gets to Ten and Eleven. Ten is sexy and funny, but Eleven is handsome and charming.
Which one does she pick?
Is Ten David Tennant?(If so, there's a pun hiding away in his name...)
should be "an excessivity, " in this context.
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4971927 I don't think that would be too safe.