VISION WORLD New Adventures of Doctor Who Simulation [The Renegades] January, 1997 TEASER: The Tardis crew land on a space station and find themselves in a tv game show. They have discovered Vision World where fiction is reality. Separated and wandering from tv show to tv show, the Doctor and his friends deal with actors who believe their shows are real and the time travelers are guest stars. Blissfully unaware of the impending danger, the Tardis crew is watched by the most vile, heinous creatures the Universe has ever created - network executives. With one press of a button, they alone control the fate of Vision World's inhabitants. Written as a spoof of Doctor Who's battles against tv cancellation. Story Idea by Jen Kokoski [jenkoko@aol.com] Inspired by the BBC Series Doctor Who This is a live online simulation played by our simulation group. The following material contains plot summaries, background information for the story, logs by characters, and the reconstruction of our six part simulation. For more information about our group, visit our web site at http://members.aol.com/jenkoko or contact our coordinator, David Sharpe, at norisalex@aol.com. No portion of this online novelisation may be reproduced or used in a commercial entity without the express permission of the plot author or Game Coordinator. However, readers are encouraged to share this and other sim adventures with their friends. +++++++++++++++++ BEGIN ADVENTURE +++++++++++++++++ ============================== Vision World Part One Wednesday, January 8, 1997 Plot by: JenKoko/BroganMc Script by: the NA Doctor Who Sim Players ============================= THE CAST: The 10th Doctor - a wandering Timelord with a beard and scholarly persona Zoe Herriot - 21st century astrophysicist, companion of the 10th Doctor K9 mk 4 - robotic dog computer companion of the 10th Doctor Brogan MacGill, 20th century photojournalist, companion of the 10th Doctor Dirk Lane - Classic style private eye (1930's). Always wears a fedora and carries a gun. Takes only dangerous cases from the same black widow woman. Believes he's chasing the mob or spies. Dr. Zigfreid - Mad scientist in the vain of Dr. Frankenstein. His set is a laboratory in a gothic stone castle. There he plays with electricity and animating his dead monster. Patty Homemaker - Perky, 1950's housewife out of "Leave it to Beaver" style. Always wears a smile and apron. Constantly cleans and offers people food and drink. Roger Easymoney - Typical gameshow host. Well groomed fast talker. Loves the game and promises "fabulous" prizes to everyone. Player can also do the Professor in the end. Executives (Greed and Avarice) - well dressed business suits who lounge around all day in a plush executive office. They have the best of everything, because they control Vision World and through it the world. Sgt. Mahoney - Rotund Irish cop who's work the beat on San Francisco's streets since Dirk was in the police academy. His former partner and friend, now Mahoney dogs Dirk certain his friend walks a fine line between legalities in his feud with the Big Machismo. The Professor - appears very similar to the 8th Doctor, a time traveller who loves Wells so much he redecorated his time machine to look like it comes straight out of the Victorian era. Character inspired by the Doctor Who Movie. THE PLAYERS: Alfred Snider (DRTUNA) as The Doctor Jennifer Kokoski (BroganMc/JenKoko) as Brogan Lisa Heller (Zoewho) as Zoe Bill Rudloff (K9 mk 4/DoctorWho8) as K9 Dorothy Stringfellow (DStringfel) as Executive Greed James Mah (Dr Hammai) as Executive Avarice Joel Sharpe (Shorty 144) as Sgt. Mahoney David Sharpe (NorisAlex) as Dirk Lane Joyce (RobinCK) as Professor Who Ruth Dempsey (TArkkannan) as Dr. Zigfreid Sam Fain (B5DrWho2QL) as Roger Easymoney Joe (PatCleaver/Mordecai G) as Patty Homemaker CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): EASYMONEY'S GAME BEGINS Roger Easymoney: &=Game Show set Roger Easymoney: &::Easymoney straightens his tie in TV screen:: Roger Easymoney: &::Rubs teeth with finger makling sure they're clean:: Roger Easymoney: &::snaps fingers haughtily for a women to put his makeup on:: Roger Easymoney: &::Easymoney makes his final adjustments and gets ready to go out on his set:: Roger Easymoney: &Easymoney>Hello folks are we ready to play a game or should I say THE game Roger Easymoney: {S gametime Roger Easymoney: {S medclap IN THE TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM BroganMc: #=TARDIS on Game Show Set K9 mk 4: # :::the Doctor is at the console::: BroganMc: #::Brogan saunters into the console room donning a new purple velvet dress:: BroganMc: #Brogan>Well, what do you think of *this* one, Zoe? The Doctor: # :::The Doctor is inspecting some data readouts::: Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan twirls to show off her new outfit:: The Doctor: # ::: The Doctor looks over at Brogan as she enters and smiles.:::: The Doctor: # Very nice, Brogan. But...hoW is it for aCTION SEQUENCES? The Doctor: # :::tHE dOCtor remembers Tegan's un-sensible shoes.::: K9 mk 4: # :::K9 enters the console room::: Good morning, Master, Mistresses. The Doctor: # ::: The Tardis begins to materialize.::: Brogan MacGill: #::with a wheeze and a grown, the TARDIS remats on a terran space station:: Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan stares at the Doctor just noticing how different he looks:: Doctor, Brogan MacGill: where did you get that new outfit? The Doctor: # Different? Different? K9 mk 4: # Come Mistress Zoe, we have materialized. Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan turns to Zoe:: I think the old Doc's been wandering about his Brogan MacGill: wardrobe too long, don't you? Zoe Herriot: # :::NOds to Brogan::: YES. Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan notices the scanner:: It looks almost familiar out there. Where are Brogan MacGill: we Doctor? The Doctor: # :::The Doctor looks at his displays::: Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan's face lights up:: Can we check it out, Doctor? K9 mk 4: # It looks like an 20th century Earth Game TV Show, Mistress Brogan. The Doctor: # This is a stationary terran satellite. Interesting. Zoe Herriot: # :::Frowns.::: I don't like the look of this Doctor. Brogan MacGill: #::reaches for the door mechanism:: Good. I'm in the mood for a little reckie. Brogan MacGill: Shall we? Brogan MacGill: #::grumbles:: Come on, Zo. Be adventurous. Zoe Herriot: #It reminds me of a nasty scrape we had with a certain someone... K9 mk 4: # {S TARDIS doors} The Doctor: # Well, but if we do, let's not back out. Brogan MacGill: #::ignoring her crewmates Brogan opens the TARDIS doors and exits:: Zoe Herriot: # :::Appraises Brogan, thinking about the "sister" chat they so recently had.::: Brogan MacGill: {S doors K9 mk 4: # You mean recce, Master. Zoe Herriot: # Well! Where did this certain adventurousness come from, I wonder? :::Zoe thinks outloud::: Zoe Herriot: # :::Follows Doctor, k9 and Brogan::: GREED AND AVARICE RUTHLESSLY PROGRAM TELEVISION FROM THEIR REMOTE POSH NETWORK EXECUTIVE OFFICE Avarice: $ = Executives' Office Avarice: $ :::sits on a large comfortable chair at a long table::: Executive Greed: $ Ah, another day, another dollar. I love Television! Avarice: $ Television? You call this television? Executive Greed: $ At it's finest, my friend. ::laughing manaicly:: Avarice: $ :::Flips channel::: Avarice: $ What the... Executive Greed: $Hey, that's not in the script. Avarice: $ WHO THE HELL PUT THIS IN THE AIR?!! Avarice: $ Alf?! Avarice: $ :::Takes a remote control from under the table and aims it at the television::: Executive Greed: $Hey, don't stress out. Maybe we can call it a special promo and charge the sponsors extra Avarice: $ Cancel :::presses the "cancel" button on the remote::: Avarice: $ Who gives a damn about the sponsors? We own them all anyway. Executive Greed: $ Too true, too true. Avarice: $ So how did Star Trek: Generation 9 do last week? Executive Greed: $I'm afraid it's garbage time for the Star Trek series. Executive Greed: $How many times can you bring someone back to life anyway? Avarice: $ Shame. :::turns channel to 78, a badly lit space ship is flying through space::: Avarice: $ Cancel :::presses the "cancel button on the remote::: CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): MAY WE HAVE THE CONTESTANTS PLEASE? TARDIS CREW MEETS ROGER EASYMONEY Brogan MacGill: & ::Brogan steps onto the set of Easymoney's game show:: The Doctor: & :::The Doctor follows Brogan out of the TARDIS::: Roger Easymoney: &Alright I think we can get started here...well hello miss I think we've found our Roger Easymoney: contestants Zoe Herriot: # :::reluctantly steps out from behind the Tardis doors::: Brogan MacGill: &::to Easymoney:: Oh no. I'm terrible at contests. Roger Easymoney: &::pointing to the Doctor:: And what is your name sir Roger Easymoney: &::To Brogan ::Well thats even better come on down K9 mk 4: & {S Master}? The Doctor: & ::: The Doctor looks at the set. Looks at Roger::: Well sir, a traveller, of course! The Doctor: & And where have we come to? Roger Easymoney: &Well you've arrived to not just a game show but THE gameshow Zoe Herriot: &:::harsh stage whisper::: Doctor! It could be the Gamester! Brogan MacGill: &::to Easymoney:: What sort of game show is this? The Doctor: & :: The Doctor closely inspects the scene, looks at Roger.::: The Gamester.... Roger Easymoney: &Like I said it is THE gameshow I'll ask a sereis of simple questions and then you or I Roger Easymoney: could walk away with up to $50,000 K9 mk 4: & Negative. Roger Easymoney: &::To Brogan:: So what do yousay try it out and youtoo mister Traveller Brogan MacGill: &Oh, in that case I'm definately not interested. I don't need to win a year's Brogan MacGill: supply o turtle wax, thank you. The Doctor: & ::To Zoe::: No, not the Gamester. Not this time. Roger Easymoney: &::Stunned by Brogan's remark:: K9 mk 4: & Wax does not come from turtles, Mistress Brogan. The Doctor: & I'll answer your questions, but I can't vouch for either the answers or the questions. Roger Easymoney: &Well I uh need a contestant Zoe Herriot: & :::Insistent:::: Why not, Doctor! THINK! It SMELLS like the Gamester. The Doctor: & I'll be a contestant. Brogan MacGill: &I know that K9. But the show's producers don't. Roger Easymoney: &Alright then Mister Traveller you got it Zoe Herriot: & :::wrinkles up nose::: Brogan MacGill: At least not the ones on the gameshow I know. K9 mk 4: & {S Affirmative} Roger Easymoney: &Now for your 1st question.....How many inches are in a foot? Brogan MacGill: &Oh please, Doctor! You can't be serious. There's gotta be something more Roger Easymoney: {S gametime Brogan MacGill: interesting o explore around here. K9 mk 4: & Specify foot. The Doctor: & Well, it depends on the planet and specific gravity, but I would say 12. Roger Easymoney: &Well Traveller that is correct1 Brogan MacGill: &::taps toe impatiently and watches Doctor play the EASY gameshow:: Roger Easymoney: {S medclap The Doctor: & 12 is a very attractive number. Roger Easymoney: &The next question is name the exact weight of one thing in this room::Smiles devilishly:: Brogan MacGill: &::eye wanders about the room. Wonders where the tv crew is:: Zoe Herriot: }s wild laugh Zoe Herriot: {s wild laugh K9 mk 4: & I am 35.6734 pounds. Roger Easymoney: &Well by golly I think your right you are on your way to winning K9 mk 4: & {S Affirmative} Roger Easymoney: &::in a low voice:: And that's bad Zoe Herriot: & ::::Grits teeth:::: If the Doctor hasn't gone and let himself get into another fix! Brogan MacGill: &::notices only one door in the corner marked EXIT:: Brogan MacGill: &::wanders over to the EXIT door:: Brogan MacGill: &Doctor! ::calls back:: Over here. I found something. Roger Easymoney: &Now Mister Traveller what does, from the popular canceled show,Professor Who, TARDIS mean The Doctor: & ::: The Doctor looks up at the confetti drop::: The Doctor: & Why, I'll let anyone in our group answer that! K9 mk 4: & Time and Relative Dimension in Space. Roger Easymoney: &My Gosh you got it your on your way to round 2 The Doctor: & Nice job, old dog. Brogan MacGill: &::EXIT door suddenly pops open a crack:: Brogan MacGill: &DOCTOR! ::calls above the celebration music, but he ignores her:: K9 mk 4: & Thank you, Master. The Doctor: & Really, asking K9 CAN be dangerous, given his ability to answer too literally. Zoe Herriot: & :::Throws up hands::: Oh, this is great. This is just great. Roger Easymoney: &Well please standby for these commercials.::Smiles his toothy grin:: Roger Easymoney: {S medclap CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): JOIN THE HILARIOUS ANTICS OF THE PATTY HOMEMAKER SHOW PatCleaver: *=HomeMaker household (set) PatCleaver: * :::delicately balancing three bags of groceries, the dry cleaning, and the post whilst PatCleaver: * clenching the paper in her teeth::: PatCleaver: *<<>> PatCleaver: * ::shuts front door with her foot::: PatCleaver: * ::trips over the cat, nearly dropping the groceries::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::spits newspaper onto breakfast table::: PatCleaver: *<<>> PatCleaver: * :::nearly sets the grocery bags on the cat::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::heads upstairs with the laundry::: PatCleaver: * ::humming a lift-version of "Tainted Love" softly to herself::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::starts to make the bed, covering the cat with the blankets::: PatCleaver: * :::cat howls and runs out of bedroom in a sheet::: PatCleaver: * :::Patty gasps::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::gathers the washing and heads downstairs::: PatCleaver: * :::softly humming sterile version of "West End Girls" to herself::: PatCleaver: * :::reaches main floor and starts out for cellar stairs::: PatCleaver: * :::notices darkness::: Ooh, it's dark down there! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::flips on lightswitch::: There, much better PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::reaches bottom of stairs::: PatCleaver: * :::procedes to put washing powder and laudry in machine::: PatCleaver: * :::closes lid, starts machine::: PatCleaver: * :::frantic meowing emanates from washer::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Oh, dearie me! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::opens washer and soaked cat flies upstairs::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Oh, what a silly beast! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::humming theme to "Star Trek: Voyager" quietly to herself::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * ::finishes up the washing and goes back upstairs to further assault the cat::: PatCleaver: * :::putting away groceries::: PatCleaver: * Oh, darn! The ice cream is melted! :::pouts::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::finishes with groceries and slips on pink Playtex rubber gloves::: PatCleaver: * :::washing dishes::: PatCleaver: * :::softly humming Donna Summers's "I Feel Love" to herself while washing dishes::: PatCleaver: * :::glass pops out of her grip and lands on the cat::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::laughing::: Oh, silly me! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::picks up cat instead of glass and puts it in the sink::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::cat leaps out of sink in a flurry of soapsuds and runs about the kitchen::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Oh, my! PatCleaver: * <<>> CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): STAY TUNED FOR A FEW BRIEF MESSAGES FROM OUR SPONSORS! Brogan MacGill: &::broods, getting impatient to explore:: There's gotta be something more Brogan MacGill: interesting around here than a boring game show. Zoe Herriot: & :::Races over to the Doctor:::: Doctor, are you quite ready to leave now??? The Doctor: & :: The Doctor looks around and scopes the scene.::: Roger Easymoney: &Mister Traveller you astound me with your knowledge of such a crappy TV show Roger Easymoney: &Professor Who that is Brogan MacGill: &::looks beyond the EXIT door than back at her friends: K9 mk 4: & Alll televised Earth YV shows are logging into my memory. Brogan MacGill: &It won't hurt to have a little peak. ::slips out the EXIT door:: The Doctor: & No Zoe, I'm still interested in this. IS THERE NO GOOD SHOW TO CANCEL ANYMORE? EXECUTIVES OFFICE Executive Greed: $::presses the intercom button::Bring up some more champagne and caviar! Avarice: $ And some over priced crackers and cheese. Avarice: $ :::Flips to a show about the life of a blue collar, loud mouthed, house wife::: Avarice: $ Cancel :::presses the "Cancel" button::: Executive Greed: $Hey, switch it back, I was enjoying Terminator 7: The destruction of Jared Sin Avarice: $ Rent it. Avarice: $ It's a classic, noone rents it anyway. Avarice: $ :::Flips to Beverly Hills 90210::: Avarice: $ Is this still on? Executive Greed: $ It's the Retirement Years. Avarice: $ It's crap. The only people who watch it are cryogenics. Cancel.:::Presses "cancel"::: CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): GUESS WHO'S COME FOR TEA, PATTY. Brogan MacGill: *=beyond exit door PatCleaver: * :::picks up cat instead of glass and puts it in the sink::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::cat leaps out of sink in a flurry of soapsuds and runs about the kitchen::: PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *::Brogan finds herself in a carpeted hallway and calls back:: Doctor, Zoe, K9! Brogan MacGill: Come here! PatCleaver: * Oh, my! PatCleaver: * <<>> K9 mk 4: & :::sees Brogan going through exit door, and follows::: PatCleaver: * Oh, dear...who could that be? PatCleaver: * <<>> K9 mk 4: * Mistress? PatCleaver: * ::calling from kitchen to Brogan::: Helloooo-ooo? Brogan MacGill: *::Brogan peaks around the corner and sees a 1950's style kitchen in b & w:: K9 mk 4: * Mistress. PatCleaver: * :::soapy, wet cat rushes past Brogan's legs::: PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *::to Pat:: Hello? Who are you? K9 mk 4: * Mistress Brogan. PatCleaver: * Oh, you must be the new neighbor...allow me to introduce myself Brogan MacGill: *::jumps in reaction to cat then smiles:: Where are you going, kitty? PatCleaver: * I'm Patty HomeMaker...Mr. HomeMaker isn't at home right now...he's at work! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * And you are? K9 mk 4: * Negative. There is no humour in husband at work. PatCleaver: * Oh, what a charming little dog! PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *Brogan. And very confused at the moment. K9 mk 4: * I am K9. PatCleaver: * Well, do come in Miss Brogan and ... K9? Sit, sit! I'll put the kettle on PatCleaver: * <<>> K9 mk 4: * Negative, I cannot sit. Brogan MacGill: *::pats K9 on the head:: We're just passing through actually. No time for tea. PatCleaver: * :::giggles::: K9! Oh, I get it! :::laughs heartily::: PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: {S grouplaf K9 mk 4: * {S Affirmative PatCleaver: * Oh, of course...everything stops for tea... PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *::whispers to K9:: Am I nuts or do you notice that everything here is in b & w? PatCleaver: * :::pulls brogan by the arm and shoves her into comfy chair::: K9 mk 4: * Affiramtive. All colour light has been filtered out. PatCleaver: * Oh, I forgot to remove my gloves! How silly of me! PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *::winces at Pat's unusually strong grip:: I see you don't take no for an answer? PatCleaver: * :::throws tea towel to Brogan::: Here, dear, clean the soap off of you... PatCleaver: * and what does Mr. Brogan do? PatCleaver: * <<>> K9 mk 4: * Negative on Mr. Brogan. PatCleaver: * Oh, a dog that can talk...what will they think of next? :::giggles::: PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *::pats her legs halfheartedly with the towel:: A cat that can sing, perhaps? Brogan MacGill: {S grouplaf PatCleaver: * :::clanking noises come from kitchen::: PatCleaver: * :::emerges superhumanly quickly with tea tray full of scones, cake and steaming pot of PatCleaver: tea::: Brogan MacGill: *::whispers:: K9, I don't this place. Can you find the nearest exit? K9 mk 4: * Don't what this place? PatCleaver: * :::pours tea into teacup::: One lump or two? K9 mk 4: * Negative, I do not drink tea. Brogan MacGill: *::to Patty:: None. I prefer sugar. Brogan MacGill: {S grouplaf PatCleaver: * Sugar? <<>> PatCleaver: * Oh, you are a witty one, Miss Brogan! Brogan MacGill: *K9, these laughs are driving me nuts. It's like being inside a sitcom! K9 mk 4: * Mistress, lumps are lumps of sugar. PatCleaver: * :::puts assortment of goodies in front of Brogan and sits to drink her tea::: K9 mk 4: * It is a sitcom, Mistress. PatCleaver: * Do you play pinochle, Miss Brogan? PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Or Bridge? PatCleaver: * <<>> K9 mk 4: * :::looks for an EXIT::: Brogan MacGill: *I'm more of a poker person, actually. K9 mk 4: * :::scans cabinets and surrounding walls::: PatCleaver: * Oh, I hope K9 will be nice to my pussy or I'll toss him out! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * More tea, dear? PatCleaver: * <<>> K9 mk 4: * I do not attack cats. PatCleaver: * What WILL he say next? :::smiles::: PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *No thank you! ::pushes tea cup away:: Actually, I think it's time K9 and I Brogan MacGill: were going PatCleaver: * Nonsense! We were just getting to know each other! K9 mk 4: * Mistress... Brogan MacGill: *::gets up and pats K9's head:: Really. He doesn't like cats very much and I'd Brogan MacGill: hate o scare your kitty inadvertantly. PatCleaver: * :::slides her chair back and squishes the cat::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::cat hollers and runs out of the room::: PatCleaver: * <<>> K9 mk 4: * Mistress, I have found the way out. PatCleaver: * :::giggles::: That pussy of mine is always getting in my way! PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *Thank you for the tea. ::backs away toward exit: It was lovely. PatCleaver: * Oh, I do wish you didn PatCleaver: 't have to go so soon K9 mk 4: * Mistress, the exit is through the pet door. Brogan MacGill: *::whispers to K9:: You can't be serious! PatCleaver: * We'll have to have a barbecue this weekend and let Mr. HomeMaker and Mr. Brogan PatCleaver: * meet each other K9 mk 4: * {S Affirmative} PatCleaver: * Wouldn't that be just lovely? PatCleaver: * <<>> Brogan MacGill: *A barbecue. How nice. I'll be looking forward to it. So long! ::scrambles K9 mk 4: * :::K9 goes through the pet door::: Brogan MacGill: through thepet door:: PatCleaver: * :::calling after Brogan::: Do you have children, Miss Brogan? PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * I simply adore kids! PatCleaver: * <<>> CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): DR. ZEIGFRIED'S HOUSE OF FASHION HORRORS Dr. Zigfreid: %::Thunder rumbles and rain patters outside the French doors of a frilly boudoir:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::Sprawled on a king-sized bed with red satin sheets, the 6 foot one inch Zeigfried adjusts his Dr. Zigfreid: %::silk robe and peruses the latest Victoria's Secret catalog:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::nibbles on a red fingernail:: No, no, just not *pink* enough. Dr. Zigfreid: %::sighs:: Oh, I'll *just* have to make do with the lace. Dr. Zigfreid: %::rolls over, primly crossing legs. Examines legs:: Hmm -- I'll need to use some more Nair. Dr. Zigfreid: %::trots off to the bathroom with a tight-tushy walk:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::caroling from the bathroom:: In just seven days, honey, I can make you a Ma-a-a-an... Dr. Zigfreid: %::phone rings. from the bathroom:: Oh, bother, this *always* happens. ::tip-toes out, legs covered Dr. Zigfreid: %::in cream. Answers phone in bass voice:: Zeigfried's residence. Dr. Zigfreid: %::pause:: oh *really*? Oh, by all means *do*, darling. *I* have nothing to hide. Dr. Zigfreid: %::hangs up:: Well! Come and accuse me of trafficking with the devil? Hmph, they wish. Dr. Zigfreid: %:: sighs, looking down at legs:: oh, poo, I'll have to go butch. Dr. Zigfreid: %::tight-tushy walks back into the bathroom:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::comes back in, pink and squeaky clean, pops into walk in closet.:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::pops back out in a white rinestoned tuxedo with a lame' cape flowing from his shoulders:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::shakes head:: No, not enough. Dr. Zigfreid: %::pops back in closet. Pops back out in Marine Corps dress uniform:: Hmm -- maybe *too* butch. Dr. Zigfreid: %::Pops back in closet. Come back out in a purple outfit:: Oh, yes, this is YOU, ducky. Dr. Zigfreid: %::puts on his lab coat and heads out the door:: Dr. Zigfreid: %:: comes back in to change his shoes for purple spangled cowboy boots:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::goes down to the lab:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::The massive wood and iron door sl-lo-ow-ly creaks open to reveal a dark lobby lit by flickering Dr. Zigfreid: candles. A tall grandfather clock bongs the hour.:: CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): THE WHEEL OF JEOPARDY. PLAY OR PAY DOCTOR TRAVELER? Roger Easymoney: &So Mr. Traveller you seem to be on your way to winning how does that feel The Doctor: & I've lost so many times, but I still prefer winning. I've learned losing's lessons. Roger Easymoney: &Well you seem to be winning here How about starting to uh well LOSE Zoe Herriot: & :::Urgently::: Doctor, quickly, let's get out of here. The Doctor: & Why thye hurry, Zoe? Roger Easymoney: &Doctor? Don't listen to her Roger Easymoney: &Why thats why you know so much your a Doctor well pay no attn. to that young girl Zoe Herriot: & :::Exhasperated::: BE-CAUSE! It's GOT to be the Gamester. Don't you see? Zoe Herriot: & It's the only logical conclusion. The Doctor: & ::: The Doctor notices that Brogan and K9 are missing.::: Roger Easymoney: & Why yes she's correct in my day they called me the Gamester The Doctor: & Wait, where is Brogan...and K9? The Doctor: & :::The Doctor scans the area and sees the EXIT door.::: Roger Easymoney: &Yes sir Robert"The Gamester"Easymoney,Well Doctor looks like we're back on come now The Doctor: & ::: The Doctor heads towards the EXIT door and looks it over.::: Roger Easymoney: Lets play THE game Roger Easymoney: &Doctor what are you doing Zoe Herriot: & :::Looks around::: Oh, no! The Gamester has already gotten them! You see? The Doctor: & Zoe, calm down. Zoe Herriot: & :::Tugging on Doctor's sleeve::: Quickly! Roger Easymoney: &No no don't do that no one can leave::To the Doctor:: The Doctor: & ::: The Doctor works to open the exit door::: Roger Easymoney: &Uh Doctor I'm sorry I can't allow you to do that Zoe Herriot: & :::Eagerly trips over herself to leave the room::: The Doctor: & What good is an exit door you can't leave from? Roger Easymoney: &::Easymoney looks scared:: Oh NO I can't go on without contestants The Doctor: & ::: The EXIT door slowly begins to open.::: Roger Easymoney: &Please don't leave me! Zoe Herriot: & :::Looks over her shoulder::: Ooh dear. The Gamester's cronie seems upset. Zoe Herriot: & :::Impatiently::: PULL, Doctor, PULL!! The Doctor: & :::The Doctor moves into the doorway calling::: Brogan! K9! NETWORK EXECTIVE OFFICE: JUST WHAT DO THEY DO ANYWAY? Executive Greed: $ Check out that dance show "Galactic Bandstand". Avarice: $ Ah. Bring in my demographic my little sohw for the teens. Avarice: $ Did the Ratings come out yet? Executive Greed: $Yes, it's doing favorably with the pre teen category. Avarice: $ Wonderful. Executive Greed: $Of course, they don't have any money to spend. Avarice: $ :::Flips to a wonderfuly produced show about teenagers real life problems with talented Avarice: actors::: Avarice: $ How's this show doing? Executive Greed: $You've GOT to be kidding! Nuke it! Avarice: $ :::presses "cancel"::: Avarice: $ Shame. Next show. Avarice: $ :::Flips to Friends: The Next Generation::: Executive Greed: $Marketing says we're making a fortune in T-shirt sales. Executive Greed: $Hey, take a look at the figures for ER: The War Years. I knew that would be a winner. Avarice: $ Yes but the actors want too much money. Cancel :::presses "cancel"::: Avarice: $ Pick a channel. Executive Greed: $Try 69 the adult channel....Oh, I forgot we censored it. Never mind. Avarice: $ :::Flips to the Game show::: Avarice: $ What the....? Executive Greed: $Hey, we can't have improv. It encourages free thinking. CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): EASYMONEY GETS CANCELED Roger Easymoney: & Oh lord NO::Easymoney begins to plea in front of camera:: Greed Avarice please my show is Roger Easymoney: good Roger Easymoney: I swear Roger Easymoney: Don't cancel me Roger Easymoney: &No I can't be canceled just because of one oddly dressed Doctor Roger Easymoney: &Oh no please please Roger Easymoney: Audience help me here Roger Easymoney: {S grouplaf Roger Easymoney: &No I can't be canceled just because of one oddly dressed Doctor Roger Easymoney: &Oh no please please Roger Easymoney: Audience help me here Roger Easymoney: {S grouplaf Roger Easymoney: No no don't laugh they'll cancel me Roger Easymoney: &Greed C'mon we go way back I don't deserve to be canceled Avarice: $ :::prsses intercom button::: Whay aren't there any contestants on Easymoney's show? Roger Easymoney: &Oh no their coming for me I know it ::Easymoney begins signs of nervous breakdown:: Avarice: $ How unprofessional. Roger Easymoney: &No::Crying:: No no no I can't be canceled Executive Greed: $Easymoney's ratings are dropping 2 shares per second. Roger Easymoney: {S grouplaf Roger Easymoney: &No stop laughing they'll cancel me Roger Easymoney: {S grouplaf Roger Easymoney: &No no I can't do this Executive Greed: $Quick, cut in with "The Best of Easymoney's Bloopers". Roger Easymoney: &::Easymoney runs to exit door and it open s he jumps out and falls to deep abysmal end:: Avarice: $ Put this on probation. Nervous breakdowns can get good ratings if done right. Roger Easymoney: &::Easymoney's assisstant>Well I can take over here!::He smiles:: Roger Easymoney: &Hi I'm Bill Bucks and I'll be taking over for Roger Easymoney::He smiles wickedly:: Roger Easymoney: {S medclap Roger Easymoney: & Who sadly had a nervous breakdown and died of most unknown circumstances!::Smiles again:: CHANNEL MYSTERY: CASE OF THE BLACK WIDOW Dirk Lane: @=PI Show Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk Lane sits at his desk, taking a shot of bourbon and waiting for a case to walk in:: Dirk Lane: @:::In walks a femme fatale, wearing a black dress, black hat with a black veil::: Dirk Lane: @ BlWidow> Mr. Lane, you have to help me! Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk sits up, taking his feet off the desk::: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> What is it this time, doll? Dirk Lane: @BlWidow> My husband's disappeared, and the mob is after me!::::tears falling down onto the Dirk Lane: @ desk:::: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Don't worry, doll, I'll find your husband. Dirk Lane: @ BlWidow> Thank you, Dirk. :::leaves the office, drying her eyes::: Dirk Lane: @ :::Dirk picks up the phone, dials his partner, Lucky::: Dirk Lane: @ Lucky> Hello, this is Lucky yappin' at ya! Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> We got us a case, Lucky. Go beat the streets, see what you can find out about Dirk Lane: @ Old Man Bradley's disappearance. Dirk Lane: @ ::Dirk sets the phone back on the hook, sits back in his chair, and waits for a phone Dirk Lane: @ call:::: Dirk Lane: @ ::::after what seems like forever, Dirk's secretary comes in:::: Dirk Lane: @ Secretary> I'm leaving now, boss. Have a swell one! :::pops her gum::: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Night Shirley. Catch you later! Dirk Lane: @ :::Dirk's secretary leaves, and all is quiet except for the rain falling on the window Dirk Lane: @ pane.:::: Dirk Lane: @ ::::Suddenly, the phone rings!::: Dirk Lane: @ :::Dirk answers it::: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Dirk Lane, Private Eye. Dirk Lane speaking. Dirk Lane: @ Lucky> Boss, it's me, Lucky! ::::shouting in a whisper::: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Any luck yet, Lucky? Dirk Lane: @ Lucky> That's why I'm calling, boss. I've found out something, but I'm being followed and Dirk Lane: @ I can't tell you here. Meet me at the corner of 7th and High Street, as soon as you can! Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> I'll be right there, Lucky! :::hangs up the phone:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out his revolver.::: Dirk Lane: @ :::He loads it and slips it into his shoulder holster:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Standing up, he puts on his shoulder holster, and his suit coat on over that.::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk enters the reception area, locking the inner office door behind him.:: Dirk Lane: @::::Walking over to the hatstand, he removes his fedora, placing it on his head at a smooth Dirk Lane: @ sophiticated angle:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Slipping on his trench coat, Dirk then leaves his office, locking that door behind him Dirk Lane: @ as well:::: Dirk Lane: @::::taking the elevator to the ground floor, he leaves the building.:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk walks the rainy foggy streets of San Francisco, on his way to meet Lucky::: Dirk Lane: @:::the rain pours down, like the heavens raining down tears on the world:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Slowly, Dirk nears the intersection of 7th and High Street.::: Dirk Lane: @:::as he walks, Dirk takes out his pack of cigarettes, removes one, places it between his Dirk Lane: @ lips:::: Dirk Lane: @:::pulling out his lighter, Dirk lights his cigarette::: Dirk Lane: @:::The end of the cigarette flares briefly::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk smokes his cigarette and gets closer to the meeting place::: Dirk Lane: @ :::Close to the intersection of 7th and High Street is an alley::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk nears the alley:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Unknown to Dirk, Lucky is in the alley:::: Dirk Lane: @:::He holds his hands in the air, as a mysterious figure holds a gun on him.::: Dirk Lane: @:::Lucky shakes his head, No, No::: Dirk Lane: @:::Suddenly, the mysterious figure pulls the trigger, several times::: Dirk Lane: @:::Lucky clutches his chest and falls to the ground, dead::: Dirk Lane: @:::The mysterious figure races away::: CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): DOCTOR AND ZOE TRAPPED IN THE HOUSE OF HORRORS Dr. Zigfreid: %::As soon as the travellers enter -- the door slams behind them:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::<>> The Doctor: % ::: The Doctor looks around. It is a long winding stone stair.::: Zoe Herriot: %:::A long winding stone staircase descends into a steamy pit below them::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::Thunder booms outside the door. Zoe Herriot: % :::Turns around::: Oh, no. We're trapped. Zoe Herriot: % {s wild laugh Dr. Zigfreid: %::calling from the depths:: Well, come down, come down. Zoe Herriot: % I guess we have no choice! The Doctor: % ::: The Doctor looks at Zoe:: OK, I'm sorry. I'm listening to you now. Dr. Zigfreid: %::Cobwebs hang from stone arches. Strange light flickers along the stone walls:: Zoe Herriot: % :::Rolls her eyes::: Come on, Doctor. Let's find Brogan and K9 and get out of here. Dr. Zigfreid: %::the sound of machinery chugging and water bubbling drifts upwards:: Zoe Herriot: % :::Begins down the spiral gothic staircase, whispering::: This place gives me the creeps. The Doctor: % ::: The Doctor proceeds down the stairs towards the voice::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::somehwere, a bassoon sounds an ominous note:: The Doctor: % Something a little too archetypal about all of this. Zoe Herriot: % {s thunder The Doctor: % Taking a symbol and using its most common denoninator. The Doctor: % Types become stereotypes, and in so doing, lose much of their meaning. Zoe Herriot: % :::Startled::: What was that? Dr. Zigfreid: %::the stairs open into a room lit by harsh white light.:: Zoe Herriot: % {s thunder The Doctor: % :: The Doctor walks into the harshly lit room and gasps.::: Dr. Zigfreid: %:: Liquids bubble in flasks. Lights on strange machines blink on and off. Zoe Herriot: % :::Puzzled::: It sounds almost like Thunder... except... a little too one dimensional! The Doctor: % :::The Doctor moves over to some lab equipment and begins inspecting it.::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::A large table, with a strange, covered shape is in the middle of the room. The Doctor: % This is very interesting, sort of like props, really. Zoe Herriot: % :::The two time travelers are surrounded by stark, white lab equipment::: The Doctor: % Fine example of set design, but I'm not sure it is real, Zoe. Zoe Herriot: % :::Looks over the Doctor's shoulder curiously::: Yes, yes! Why, look at this! Zoe Herriot: % :::Holds up a piece of plastic, with model glue hastily holding it together::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::coming from behind the equipment is Zeigfried, 6'1", wearing purple silk shirt, purple jeans and Zoe Herriot: % :::Involved with the plastic contraption, Zoe is totally oblivious to Zigfreid::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::purple cowboy boots under a white lab coat. His hair is obviously permed and he's wearing purple Zoe Herriot: % :::Laughs to self::: Well, if I haven't... this is Such a lousy... made of plastic and... Dr. Zigfreid: %::eyeshadow:: HEL-lo-o, deary Zoe Herriot: % :::turns the microscope upside down::: CARDBOARD??? The Doctor: % ::: The Doctor looks at Zigfreid and inspects him closely.::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::bats his eyes at the Doctor:: Zoe Herriot: % :::Jumps back, dropping the microscope::: Oh, why, hello! :::gives a nervous smile::: Dr. Zigfreid: %Wonderful! When they said the town counsil want to meet me, I never expected anyone so -- delicious Zoe Herriot: % :::Frowns::: delicious? The Doctor: % Hello, sir, I am the Doctor, and this is Zoe. We are interested in your work, and in some. The Doctor: % Visitors you may have had. Some friends of ours. Dr. Zigfreid: %::looks at Zoe:: oh, hello, ::stares at Zoe:: my you have lovely eyes, pity I couldn't find a pair Zoe Herriot: % :::Eagerly::: yes, yes! A small, metallic dog... :::Steps back from Zigfreid::: Dr. Zigfreid: %like that when I needed them ::sighs:: Dr. Zigfreid: %::shudders:: I can't abide dogs. Zoe Herriot: % Needed them? :::Looks around at the lab::: You don't mean to tell me, sir that... Dr. Zigfreid: %::rubs hands together:: now I know why you're here. Zoe Herriot: % :::Stifles a laugh::: that you're engaged in biohumanoid genetic manipulation? Zoe Herriot: % WIth THIS equipment??? :::incredulously::: Zoe Herriot: % {s thunder Dr. Zigfreid: %::pauses:: OOoo! such big words. ::huffy:: and YES with *this* equipment Dr. Zigfreid: %::tight-tushy walks to the table:: Well, you've just *got* to see what I've been up to. The Doctor: % :::The Doctor follows, winking at Zoe to play along with Zig::: Zoe Herriot: % :::Wrinkes nose::: It's GOT to be crude. :::follows Zig::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::grabs the sheet:: I have discovered the SECRET OF LIFE!! Zoe Herriot: % :::Zig fried leans back to the two and says: {s antpc The Doctor: % :::The Doctor looks at the creature on the slab::: The Doctor: % Life? You seem to be playing with the bodies of the dead, not creating life. Dr. Zigfreid: %::whips the sheet away to reveal a handsome blond beach boy in a red bikini:: Zoe Herriot: % ::Despite her scepticism, Zoe leans forward and GASPS::: Dr. Zigfreid: %Isn't he *gorgeous*? The Doctor: % I say, at least you did a good job on the scars and such. The Doctor: % But dead just the same. Dr. Zigfreid: %Yes, and I matched the tan perfectly. Zoe Herriot: % You say he's alive? {s thunder Dr. Zigfreid: %::smiles eerily:: oh, he *will* be-- he *will* be-- The Doctor: % :::The Doctor eyes Zigfreid, notices his strange outfit. Tries to decide what that means.: Zoe Herriot: % :::Leans to Doctor, whispering::: Doctor, I fear we've stumbled onto some sort of CULT. Dr. Zigfreid: %:;hears her:: Cult? I'm insulted! This is pure discovery. The Doctor: % :::The Doctor looks at Zoe, catches her eye, and steps back from the slab.::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::runs his hands over his creation:: and a little self-indulgence. Zoe Herriot: % :::Begins to look around the room::: Ohhh... :::caught off guard that Zigfreid heard her:: The Doctor: % Science can be a cult, too. Anything can. It's in how you approach it. The Doctor: % The secret of life, you say? I don't know THE secret, but I know a few. Zoe Herriot: % WEll, you ... you have to forgive me. You see, I'm just not used to...to.. such brilliance The Doctor: % And none of them seem to be at work here. Dr. Zigfreid: %::studies the Doctor:: hmm, yes. Dr. Zigfreid: %::turns to the equipment and pulls down a large helmet with blinking lights: but I can FIX that... Zoe Herriot: % :::Looks Zigfreid from head to foot:: Well, thanks for the demonstration... The Doctor: % ::: The Doctor looks at Zoe.::: Time to leave? Time to find Brogan and K9? Dr. Zigfreid: %::turns, again smiling eerily:: oh, but you *can't* leave just yet. Zoe Herriot: % :::Nudges the Doctor:::: but, if our friends aren't here, then I suppose we ought to be... Dr. Zigfreid: %after all, we've *barely* gotten aquainted. Dr. Zigfreid: %::starts moving towards them:: And I'm afraid I need your help -- The Doctor: % Well, it has been nice, but we are looking for our companions. The Doctor: % And they don't seem to be here, or have been here. The Doctor: % Nasty staircase you have there, seems to lead to indeterminate locations. Zoe Herriot: % :::Smiles::: Yes, yes, and I'm sure we'll be back.. but we MUST be going. Dr. Zigfreid: %but I NEED you! ::heads for them:: Zoe Herriot: % :::Begins to back toward a wall, inspecting for a door::: The Doctor: % :::The Doctor moves to the exit::: We seem to be a little too popular on this station... Zoe Herriot: % :::To her surprise, the wall isn't made of anything more sturdy than cardboard::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::An iron portcullis is behind them:: Zoe Herriot: % :::In fact, it jiggles under her touch::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::advancing, suddenly looking menacing:: The Doctor: % Oh, but this...:::gestures to portcullis::: Zoe Herriot: % :::And with a tug, it suddenly collapses under her touch::: Zoe Herriot: % :::the crumbling cardboard wall collapses to reveal a second room::: Zoe Herriot: % :::Breathes::: Wow! Doctor! Look! Dr. Zigfreid: %::Lights blind them as they are propelled into a large ballroom The Doctor: % :::The Doctor moves to the collapsed cardboard door, but looking at the portcullis::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::strange characters gyrate under a glittering chandellier:: Zoe Herriot: {s rhintrud The Doctor: % :::The Doctor enters the brightly lit ballroom.::: Zoe Herriot: {s timewarp Zoe Herriot: % :::Suddenly, the Doctor and Zoe are surrounded by a mob of wildly dancing fools::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::characters singing:: IT'S JUST A STEP TO THE LEFT <> The Doctor: % :::The Doctor marvels at how strange these dancers are.::: This looks familiar? Dr. Zigfreid: %:THEN A STEP TO THE RIGHT! <> Dr. Zigfreid: %PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HIPS Dr. Zigfreid: %AND YOUR KNEES IN TIGHT The Doctor: % And then some pelvic thrusting... The Doctor: % :::mumbles::: I guess I know this one... Dr. Zigfreid: %BUT IT'S THE PELVIC THRUSTS <> THAT'LL DRIVE YOU INSANE! Zoe Herriot: :::The dancers become a quivering mass of sexual energy::: Dr. Zigfreid: %LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!! Zoe Herriot: {S timewarp Dr. Zigfreid: %LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!! The Doctor: % :::The Doctor leans to Zoe::: When I give the signal, we run to the exit again... Zoe Herriot: % :::Dazed, Zoe nods to Doctor::: Dr. Zigfreid: %::the Doctor and Zoe are dragged around the room once, twice:: The Doctor: % Let's do the time warp again. :::doesn't sing very well::: The Doctor: % :::As Magenta's solo is about to begin, the Doctor gives the signal::: Zoe Herriot: % ::::Dragged along by a large dancer in a pink boa::: The Doctor: % :::The Doctor bolts towards the exit::: Zoe Herriot: % :::Zoe's completely entangled in a boa, but quickly removes herself and races after him::: The Doctor: % :::The Doctor dives through a yawning exit door::: NETWORK EXECUTIVE OFFICE: A POPULAR SCI FI ADVENTURE SERIES WITH INTERNATIONAL FAN SUPPORT AND DECADES OF ON-AIR TIME? CANCEL IT! Avarice: $ Voice from intercom> Sirs? There's a phone call from the Organization for Keeping Quality Avarice: $ Voice>Television on the Air Executive Greed: $I hate those guys. Avarice: $ Voice> They wish to talk about Seeker of the Truth Avarice: $ :::Turns to channel 15::: Avarice: $ Oh right. Avarice: $ The show about the cop who tries to cope with corruption in the police force despite...... Avarice: $ his strong morals. Executive Greed: $It has potential, but it's soooo cliche. Avarice: $ Cancel. :::Presses "cancel"::: Avarice: $ :::Turns to Time Meddlers::: Avarice: $ :::And sees Brogan and K-9 on screen::: Executive Greed: $ They're not supposed to be there. What's going on? Avarice: $ Something is wrong. Is that who we hired to play the companion this year? Executive Greed: $ No way, their acting is too good. Avarice: $ No, you're right. They don't belong. Avarice: $ They aren't even staying in character. Avarice: $ This is awful. Executive Greed: $Wait a minute! We're actually getting fan mail for this episode. Avarice: $ What??? Executive Greed: $ It seems the viewers like the originality. Go figure. Avarice: $ No. A show with this kind of problem with production doesn't deserve to be on the air. Avarice: $ Cancel. Executive Greed: $Definitely cancel. Avarice: $ :::His finger moves to the "cancel" button::: Avarice: $ :::He presses "cancel":::: CHANNEL 22 (CBB): THE DOOMED TIME MEDDLERS SHOW Professor Who:! Well, looks whos come back! :::to K9::: Grant! What mischeifs have you been up to lately? K9 mk 4: ! Negative, I am K9. Brogan MacGill: !::Brogan crawls into what appears to be the large console room of the 8th Doctor:: Professor Who: ! Oh, Grant, stop playing games... K9 mk 4: ! Negative, I am K9 not Grant. Professor Who: ! Uh, Ray, why are you on your knees? Brogan MacGill: !::Brogan muses:: We're in the TARDIS, K9? K9 mk 4: ! Negative, this is not the TARDIS. Brogan MacGill: !Ray? I'm Brogan. Who are... ::thinks she recognises the 8th Doctor:: Doctor? Professor Who: ! Oh, Grant, I know your game. Now stop playing, we have work to do. (K9 I'm professor) K9 mk 4: ! Negative, that is not the Doctor. K9 mk 4: ! That is Paul McDoon, the 8th Professor Who. Brogan MacGill: !::leans over to K9:: This looks just like the TARDIS. Professor Who: ! :::to Brogan::: So, how was your trip, Ray? Brogan MacGill: !Professor WHO? K9 mk 4: ! It is not the TARDIS, it is a TV set. Professor Who: ! TV set, now, stop this foolishness Grant, we have work to do. Brogan MacGill: !My name is BROGAN. Not Ray. K9, if this is a tv set, then why does it look K9 mk 4: ! I am K9. Brogan MacGill: like the TARDIS? K9 mk 4: ! Insufficient data. Brogan MacGill: !What a minute. ::gets an idea:: Doc... I mean Professor, what work do you Brogan MacGill: have to do? Professor Who: ! Oh, you two, Professor Who: ! I... well I guess you caught me on a break. I was just having some tea Brogan MacGill: ! In between trips? ::prods gently:: K9 mk 4: ! :::scans room::: Brogan MacGill: ! Trips through time and space battling evil aliens, perhaps? Brogan MacGill: ! This sounds like a tv show based on the Doctor! ::hears Cloister Bell:: Professor Who: ! Well, of.. :::Cloister bell rings.::: NETWORK EXECUTIVE OFFICE: FAN SUPPORT WILL KEEP A TV SHOW ALIVE DESPITE CHEESY F/X AND NO AIR TIME? NEVER! Avarice: $ Incredible, they're still staying in character. Avarice: $ Perhaps we were a bit hasty. Executive Greed: $Nah, blast 'em. Avarice: $ Stupid show anyway. Where'd we get it? Executive Greed: $ We acquired it from FOX when it went bust, remember? Avarice: $ Oh right. Based on some show from England. CHANNEL SCI FI: THE DREADED EYE OF DESTRUCTION CANCELS TIME MEDDLERS Brogan MacGill: {S bell K9 mk 4: ! {S Cloister Bell} Professor Who: ! Oh NO! :::rushes to the console to check the readings::: We're being attacked! Brogan MacGill: !Uh oh. K9, what's happening? K9 mk 4: ! Negative, I sense no attack. Professor Who: ! We'll be destroyed by the Eye of Destruction! Brogan MacGill: !::suddenly the walls of the fictional TARDIS begin to warp:: K9 mk 4: ! Negative. There is no Eye of Destruction. Professor Who: ! I must try to avet diaster... :::walls being warping and vanishing::: Brogan MacGill: !::races to help the Professor at the Console:: What can we do? K9 mk 4: ! {S Sick TARDIS} Professor Who: ! I can't seem to defend us.... :::types on control::: Brogan MacGill: !::walls shimmer violently all around them shaking books off the bookshelves:: Professor Who: ! :::points to the exit behind bookshelf::: go NOW! K9 mk 4: ! We must leave, Mistress. Professor Who: ! You must leave before you're destroyed! K9 mk 4: ! :::goes to the exit::: Brogan MacGill: !But this just a tv show, isn't it? ::distressed, heads to the exit:: Professor Who: ! If I could just get this control going... ::: continues to work on console::: Professor Who: ! Hurry, GO! Brogan MacGill: ! Come on K9! ::opens the exit, a small hole in the middle of the bookshelves:: K9 mk 4: ! :::gets through the exit::: Brogan MacGill: ! ::stops midway through the exit:: Professor this way! Come on! Professor Who: ! I have to try to save the Tardis. Now GO! K9 mk 4: ! Hurry Mistress. Brogan MacGill: ! Professor don't be silly! Save yourself. Brogan MacGill: ! ::bookshelf wall shimmers wildly and begins to crumble around Brogan:: K9 mk 4: > Professor Who: ! NO, the Tardis is more important for it just to be left. Go before the exit is destroyed K9 mk 4: ! {S TARDIS in Vortex} Brogan MacGill: ! {S worlds Brogan MacGill: !::Brogan narrowly escapes before bookshelf wall crumbles and vanishes in a Brogan MacGill: bright ligt:: CHANNEL MYSTERY: MURDER SAN FRANCISCO STYLE Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe races into a light rain, and looks up curiously::: Zoe Herriot: @ Doctor! It's raining. We've seemed to enter another set! The Doctor: @ :::The Doctor emerges onto a city street AND looks at Zoe.::: Zoe Herriot: {S ripgun2 Zoe Herriot: @ {S ripgun2 The Doctor: @ Now I don't mind the TARDIS door doing that, but I like to be warned! Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk hears the gunshots and races into the alley, his gun drawn::: The Doctor: @ :::The Doctor turns toiwards the noices and begins evaluating the situation::: Zoe Herriot: @ ::With a worried look, Zoe ducks::: Doctor! That sounded like gunshot! NETWORK EXECUTIVES OFFICE: FLICKING THE REMOTE WHAT DO THEY SEE? Avarice: $ :::Flips to channel 28:::: Avarice: $ :::Saturday Night Live is on:::: Avarice: $ Finaly we got that thing funny again. Avarice: $ :::Avarice flips to the PI show::: Avarice: $ Who are these people? And how do they keep infecting these shows? Executive Greed: $ Huh, Wha....Man, I was taking a nap. Flip off. Avarice: $Hmmm. THis might be good after all. CHANNEL MYSTERY: STOP RIGHT THERE, YOU DIRTY RAT! Dirk Lane: @::::Dirk finds Lucky's crumpled body::: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Darn, Lucky. It looks like your luck finally ran out.:::Shakes his head sadly:::: The Doctor: @ :::The Doctor moves into the alley the gunshot came from::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe looks around to inspect the alley::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk hears footsteps approaching and waits silently, gun ready::: The Doctor: @ :::The Doctor moves up towards the two figures...one obviuosly shot:: Dirk Lane: @:::Seeing a man approach, he aims the gun at him.::: The Doctor: @ :::The Doctor moves to the side of the fallen man, tries to feel a pulse::: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Who the heck are you, and why did you kill Lucky? Zoe Herriot: @ :::The sounds of streetcars rumble in the distance::: The Doctor: @ Me? Why is it always me? See here, I have no weapon. I don't use them. Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Lucky's dead, pal. And you'll be be next, unless you tell me who you are and why Dirk Lane: @ you killed him. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Mutters to self::: Okay, let's think... it's San Fransisco... what is this? The Doctor: @ I am the Doctor, and this man isn't so lucky, he is dead! Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Of course you don't have the gun, you got rid of it already! Zoe Herriot: @ :::Overhears the Doctor's voice, wanders over to them::: The Doctor: @ No motive, no method. How about this... I heard a shot, and came this way. Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> That won't cut the ice, pally. Zoe Herriot: @ doctor... I think we're in San Fra-What's this? :::Looks down in horror at the dead man::: Dirk Lane: @ :::Sees a woman approach, covers her with the gun too::: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Is this your dame, pally? Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe's eyes widen at the size of the man's gun::: The Doctor: @ 30's, I would say by the streetcar noise, Zoe. The Doctor: @ 1930's. Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Yes, we're in San Francisco. The Doctor: @ This is not my "dame," this is Zoe, my companion. Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> And acting cukoo won't work with me. The Doctor: @ Zoe, this is....yes, what is your name? Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Dame, companion, whatever. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Whispers::: Doctor, I believe he means it. What do we do?? The Doctor: @ Sir, I may at times be called mad, but I never act cuckoo. Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> I'm Dirk Lane, Private Eye, as if you didn't know. Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Now fess up. You're working for the mob, right? Zoe Herriot: @ :::Anxiously::: But, Dirk, don't you believe in innocent until proven guilty? BroganMc: @::out of the darkness, a car screeches to a halt at one end of the alley:: The Doctor: @ I know a great many things, Mr. Lane. But my real strength is in being able to find out... The Doctor: @...new things. Solve mysteries. Is this a mystery, then? Dirk Lane: @:::hears a car approach::: BroganMc: @::car windows open and several gun barrels are pointed at Dirk, Doctor and Zoe:: Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Looks like your pals are here to finish the job! The Doctor: @ :::The Doctor turns and looks at the arriving car::: Zoe! Zoe Herriot: {S cdrslam1 Dirk Lane: @ :::takes cover behind a trash can::: BroganMc: @::a barage of gunfire is unleashed on Dirk and the others:: Zoe Herriot: {S ripgun2 The Doctor: @ Zoe, this way... :::The Doctor runs to a fence (fortunately not high) and scrambles over.. BroganMc: {S ripgun2 The Doctor: @ :::...it as bullets pepper the area::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::scrambles after the Doctor::: Dirk Lane: @::bullets whistle and whine around him as Dirk fires back at the crooks in the car:::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::But, unfortunately, Zoe's catsuit gets stuck in the fence;:: Doctor! Zoe Herriot: @{S ripgun2 BroganMc: @::voice from the car shouts:: Take that you measly toad, Dirk Lane! ::wicked BroganMc: cackle:: The Doctor: @ :::The fencxe explodes in a shatter of bullets, ripping it up::: Dirk Lane: @:::slowly, methodically, he takes the bad guys out one by one::: Zoe Herriot: @ {S ripgun2 Zoe Herriot: @ {S ripgun2 Zoe Herriot: @ {S ripgun2 Zoe Herriot: @ {S ripgun2 Dirk Lane: @ Dirk> Take that, you dirty rats!!!! The Doctor: @ :::The Doctor reaches for Zoe, helps her over, her cat suit rips a bit::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Bullet spray shatters everywhere, Zoe's turned pale::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk's bullets shatter the windows of the car:::: BroganMc: @::bullets bounce off the car in flashes of steel on steel:: BroganMc: @::car screeches away with villains still firing back at Dirk:: Zoe Herriot: @ Well, Doctor, if this is JUST a game, I believe it's someone sport to finish us off! NETWORK EXECUTIVE OFFICE: EMERGENCY SITUATION. CODEWORD ISHTAR Avarice: $ GAME?!?!?!?! Avarice: $WAKE UP WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM! Executive Greed: $::Greed grumbles and reaches for a Jolt:: CHANNEL MYSTERY: DOCTOR, JUST WHAT IS GOING ON? The Doctor: @ Quick, let's take cover in this abandoned building. Dirk Lane: @ :::Dirk continues firing at the car as it screeches away:::: BroganMc: @::voice from car shouts:: We'll be back, you dirty rat! Zoe Herriot: @ If I didn't know better... :::stops to catch her breath::: I' Zoe Herriot: @ I'd say we were just some pawns at some ignorant fools fingertips! The Doctor: @ ::: The Doctor and Zoe run into an abandoned building, there to contemplate...:: The Doctor: @ :::...what is going on.::: CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): UNTIL NEXT WEEK ON THE PATTY HOMEMAKER SHOW PatCleaver: * :::pouts::: And she seemed such a nice girl! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Boopsie! Get down from there! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::runs off to rescue cat::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::Doorbell rings::: PatCleaver: * :::Patty gasps::: Who could THAT be? PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::checks appearance in foyer mirror::: PatCleaver: * A good hostess always has a mirror handy to check her appearance! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::fusses with hair briefly before opening front door::: PatCleaver: * ::opens door::: Oh, look! It's Bill the Postman! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Bill> Hi, Patty! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Hi, Bill! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Do you have today's mail for me? PatCleaver: * Bill> Why yes, Patty! I AM the Postman! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::laughs heartily::: PatCleaver: * Why Bill, what WILL you say next? PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Bill> Here, Patty, I have a package for you...from London! PatCleaver: * London? Whatever could it be? PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::Patty reaches for package::: :::Bill snatches it away::: PatCleaver: * Bill> Uh-uh-uh! You'll have to sign for it! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::laughs heartily::: Oh, Bill...you're such a card! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Bill> Yeah...the Joker! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::both laughing hysterically::: PatCleaver: * :::signs clipboard:: There you go. PatCleaver: * Bill> And there YOU go :::hands her the package::: PatCleaver: * Won't you come in and have some tea and scones? My earlier visitor seems to have PatCleaver: runnoff PatCleaver: * Bill> Why, thank you Patty, but I have to deliver the mail... PatCleaver: * Bill> After all... PatCleaver: * Bill & Patty in unison> ...I am the Postman! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * Bill> Bye! PatCleaver: * Bye, Bill! :::closes door:: <<>> PatCleaver: * Oh, my! A package from London...whatever could it be??? PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * :::moves to sofa and procedes to sit on cat::: PatCleaver: * :::frantic meowing::: PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * That darn cat! PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * <<>> PatCleaver: * <<>> =============================================== TIME LOGS =============================================== Roger Easymoney's Log 1-8-97 Vision World, Pt 1 By B5DrWho2QL (This takes place immediately after Easymoney jumps out the EXIT door into the pitch black of no where.......) I looked around at the deep blackness I was travelling in; I was still trying to look for some sign that I was still alive. The undeniable sense of falling had not yet ceased and I had become enraptured with the possibility of death. The signs did not show of any possible slowing or stop and then it had hit like a hammer to a gong. I stopped but I wouldn't know it for some time. When I finally did awake I could see that I was not dead; in fact I was quite alive I felt my body up and down and oddly enough I still felt my microphone in my coat pocket. I picked it up and switched it on, "Hello," I said, "is anyone here?" A voice boomed from above, "Hello Mr. Easymoney," Greed said. "Oh no Greed ..uh..uh ..I ..I can explain you see I thought by going through the EXIT I could bring back my contestants and...." "SILENCE!!" "Yes sir," I had replied meekly. "You have lost your show have you not?" I became bewildered who would take over after all I was the best, "What do you mean?" "Your former assisstant Bill Bucks has taken over for you state your purpose for even being around; why should I not cancel you?" Bucks had always been a truly slimy character sorta like me in my younger days, "Well you seem to have all the power now don't you!" "Of course! I am Greed besides Avarice I rule all including your miserable cancelation!" "No, no," I pleaded,"You see I know things from my fall that is Iseen doorways to other lands and times much more than a gameshow. I also know where to find my contestants." "You know of the contestants location." " Of course," I lied. "And what may I ask is in it for you?" "Well I thought perhaps the chance to have my program back and um the decision over Bill Bucks' cancelation." It was as though I could hear his laughter and see his face, although no one ever had, and then I knew my life was over. Then I felt my body become lighter and before I knew what was happeningI was sitting in the audience area of my gameshow. Only it wasn't mine it was Bill Bucks' show. At the same time I knew things conditions of my getting to rule over Bucks',as Greed put it, hiatus. I watched Bucks glide out onto the platform and heard the applause he recieved echo in my ears for some time. I sat like a zombie entranced by his performance(mine were always better). Then at the climax of the show I stood. "Hello Bill having fun," he lookat me as though I was a ghost. "Roger so nice to have you back...uh ...um folks this is Roger Easymoney our..uh special guest," he was sweating the slimy screwball was actually sweating! The audience applauded with enthusiasm(up in the booth of Greed and Avarive I could almost feel the ratings rising) I was back and everyone would know I'd never leave again! "Bill can we talk," I smiled devilishly and needless to say Bill probably wet his pants. "Um sure Rog uh come right over here," he motioned for me to come to a corner. "Oh no Billy boy I think we need to do this right here to let the audience know what happens in the end I always did hate cliffhangers!" "Oh Rog please I didn't mean it honest I just wanted my shot and I...I," the poor kid was down on his hands and knees crying I almost felt sorry for him. "There there Billy I understand I probably would of done the same thing but you know what I came back and I don't think you will be at least not to this show come with me," we walked to the EXIT door and I stood there looking towards the audience, well what should we do with Bill Bucks." I was holding the crowd in the palm of my hand and I loved it I recieved what seemed to be a sudden jolt of info seeing Bill throwing a taping of a possible tribute show to me in the trash. Then I saw a tape to the side and something told me that it should be viewed immediately. I grabbed the tape and handed it to a cameraman," Put it in pal." As he put it in an image of my breakdown came up on the screen and I saw truly what someone wanted the audience to see, Bill giving me a little push out the EXIT door. "Bill Bill Bill now why didn't I know that well audience what should we do with Bill here, send him to Hiatusville or maybe the Dirk Lane show or that really annoying Patty Homemaker show or wait a minute you know what they just canceled that really dumbe show Professor Who now why don't we send you there and you can be cancelled too!" The crowd was going wild and I looked into Bill's scared face. Someone off to the side told me the crowd had voted for Dirk Lane but I thought Hiatusville was better I thought just a single moment and opened the door,"Bye bye Bill." I gave him a small push and off he was to Hiatusville or perhaps maybe he would get lucky and go to Dirk Lane's show who knows. My story ends here but it is most surely not the end as I am on my way to becoming the Exec's right hand man it'll feel good but for now I've returned to MY show and the Ratings are on top again! ======================================================= Zoe's Log 1-7-97 Vision World Part 1 By Zoewhovia/Lisa Zoe hid in the shadows of the abandoned building where she and the Doctor had taken refuge. She could still hear the resonating gunshot in the distance and the speeding sound of rapidly retreating engines. (Boy, they have a long way to go with Double-Insulary Propelled Combustible engines, she thought, shaking her head and resisting the urge to cover her ears. Those motors were LOUD!) Zoe crept slowly to her feet from her kneeling position, groaning involuntarily. She struggled with her balance, and a sharp pain jabbed at her ankle. Trying her best to ignore it, she hobbled in the dark, looking for Doctor's figure. "Doctor?" She called out tentatively... Where was he? "Over here." a voice floated back to her from her right. A sense of deep relief flooded through her, and a smile even began to come to her face. Thank God. He was alright. The extent of her relief surprised her. She realized then that she'd been more worried than she cared to admit. She was more convinced than ever that the Gamester was involved in this plot... and she knew the Doctor. He had a knack for underestimating repeat "offenders." She let a small giggle escape her. The Doctor had a way of combining logic, luck and love... in just the right way. It mystified her how he was constantly getting OUT of the scrapes he'd gotten himself into. She frowned. Brogan and K9 were a different matter. It worried her that they were nowhere to be found... She was sure they were in need of her help. And here the Doctor and she were, unable to help, trapped in this fictional world, where cardboard shadow of real life people played out unrealistic storylines. It would have been laughable if she had been in the right mood. Cardboard biomolecular cylindrytian ionization materializers! Indeed! Who did Zigfreid take her for! The only thing that had stopped her from laughing in his face was the look of complete naive sincerity on his face. He'd actually thought he'd created a HUMAN being with that thing! The whole thing was a charade... a fantasy... the Gamemaster had obviously created a hypnotized synthetic reality, where colorful images frolicked in a fantasy web. But she wasn't fooled. This fantasy world offered her no luxury. The pain throbbing from her twisted ankle reminded her of that. As did the tattered corners of her jumpsuit where she had caught herself on the fence making her escape from the 30's style gangsters. No, this world may have been fantasy... but it was hardly innocent. It was dangerous... even deadly. Zoe shivered. She could feel the storyline closing in around her. She was more convinced than ever that they had to find K9 and Brogan and get out of here soon. If they waited much longer, they might become so entangled in the plot that escape... would be impossible. ====================================================== Brogan's Log 1-8-97 Vision World Pt 1 By JenKoko/BroganMc The dust settled around her. Brogan lay crumpled on the ground, her head buried beneath her arms. She dared not move, nor even breathe, until the room ceased its unnatural rumbling. A blinding whirlpool of light dominated her senses. She felt as if she was spiraling towards destruction. "It's the Eye of Destruction. Quickly, we must escape the TARDIS!" Through a dizzying haze, Brogan recalled the urgent words of the familiar and yet strangely foreign voice. A face came to her mind, that of the speaker. Reminiscent to a previous incarnation of the Doctor she had met, the speaker's likeness was oddly different. It was as if he was an animated cardboard cutout of the Doctor. There was no familiar sparkle in the speaker's eyes. He was an IMPOSTOR claiming the Doctor's TARDIS as his own! Anger, born of fierce loyalty, consumed Brogan. A wave of intense dizziness kept her from springing to her feet and assailing the impostor. Slowly, the blinding spiral of light dimmed allowing Brogan's memories to filter back through her confused thoughts. Sensing the danger had passed, she tried to piece together what had happened. She was in the TARDIS and yet it was not the TARDIS. There was no signature hum, nor faint pulse-like trembling in the floor as the real TARDIS has. Though identical in appearance to the large secondary Console Room, it seemed distinctly lifeless and false. Almost as if it was a two-dimensional photograph capturing the image but not the essence of the Doctor's space-time capsule. It was bizarre for Brogan distinctly remembered the feel of the console beneath her fingers and the hardness of the books she hurriedly tossed from the shelves in search of the hidden exit door. Everything was very realistic. Too realistic for a dream, but very similar to the projections of the holoroom. Brogan had spent a lot of time in the TARDIS holoroom recently. Ever since the Doctor's crew left Earth several weeks before, she sought solace in the holoroom's many virtual reality projections. Familiar and alien landscapes entertained and distracted Brogan from her nightly ritual of nightmares. The dreams of the evil she had encountered on Earth did not fade as Zoe assured. They were always there, just beneath the surface, waiting for Brogan to fall asleep again. After seeing Zoe's frightened and concerned expression the last time Brogan awoke screaming in their bedroom, Brogan vowed to master her nightmares on her own. After all, they were only memories of a past danger. There was no reason to unnecessarily burden her friends with concern. So when the dreams came again, usually within an hour of sleep, Brogan stifled her cries and slipped out of her bedroom careful not to awaken Zoe. Brisk midnight walks along the endless TARDIS corridors helped ease any tension the nightmares caused. Brogan found herself becoming a night creature, swearing off sleep with a continual parade of holoroom projections. Eventually, exhaustion would envelope her in a few brief hours of fitful morning slumber. The TARDIS holoroom had become a replacement for the opium of Brogan's time, late 20th century Earth. Where once she turned to channel surfing tv, now she relied on the three-dimensional holograms as a cure for insomnia. Both worlds had an aura of realism founded upon a core of fantasy. It was exactly like the facsimile TARDIS she and K9 discovered and the near-identical impostor of the Doctor. But he hadn't claimed to be the Doctor. No, the impostor called himself by another name. The Professor! Professor Who, K9 had explained. A television character based loosely on the Doctor. In brief flashes, Brogan's memories of her most recent experiences returned. The TARDIS materializing on a futuristic terran satellite... That slick game show host, Roger Easymoney, who greeted them and lured the Doctor into his game... Brogan's anxiousness to explore and shrug off the remnants of her exhaustion... The stage exit door she brazenly ventured beyond... The 1950's style kitchen scene, all in black and white... That June Cleaver wanna-be, Patty Homemaker, and her insane comments complimented by the same phony laugh track... K9 and Brogan's escape via a doggie door which only brought them to the Professor's facsimile TARDIS! They were all stage sets. Game show, sitcom, sci fi, all of the scenes Brogan and her friends encountered were based on 20th century Earth television shows. On a futuristic terran satellite? Metallic wheels grating along ceramic tile whirred to a stop within reach of Brogan's prone figure. K9 extended his close range sensor to the tip of his companion's head methodically measuring the increasing level of cerebral activity within. Still dazed, Brogan gently raised her head to peer at her robotic friend. "K9?" "Affirmative mistress," he confirmed with chipper computer exactness. "What happened?" Brogan grumbled as she pushed herself to a sitting position. A splitting pain burst from the knot forming above her left eye. "Matter dispersal indicative of a neutron energy wave along a setting of naught naught 149451 caused temporary cognitive and perceptual disruption..." "In English, K9!" Brogan interrupted. "I used the specified vernacular, mistress," K9 retorted with a hint of defensiveness. "What ever happened to that incessant Cockney accent of yours?" Brogan quipped. The throbbing in her head made her voice sound harsher than she intended. K9's radar ears twirled in thought a moment. "Insufficient data to formulate a reply." "Nevermind," Brogan ordered. She didn't believe for a second that K9's immense databanks wouldn't record the reason for such a major change in personality. Under his reformed-politeness, the Doctor's pet companion still harbored the same irascible Cockney attitude. Now he was just difficult with a smile. "Just tell me what happened to the Professor." "Sensors indicate Professor Who was vaporized along with the facsimile TARDIS." "You mean he's dead?!" Brogan sharply interrupted. "Affirmative mistress." "He was alive? I mean, all that was real? It wasn't a projection?" "Affirmative, mistress. Negative, mistress. Affirmative, mistress." K9's radar ears whirred trying to keep up with his companion's barrage of confusing questions. "Which is it, K9? Affirmative or negative?" Brogan shot back testily. Accustomed to this less than logical crewmate, K9 declined to point out he answered her questions in the order they were asked. His databanks indicated Mistress Brogan reacted most unfavorably when corrected by his superior computer reasoning. "Sensors indicated normal terran life signs when scanning the Professor. Sensors also indicated normal matter configurations when scanning the room environment, but atypical TARDIS power source was detected." "So the Professor was a real person and now he's dead?" Brogan's voice shook with sadness and remorse. The Professor had been so determined to stay behind and save his TARDIS, but he hadn't even been given a chance. Like an actor in a doomed stage production. "I don't think I like this place, K9." "Affirmative mistress." "I think I've had enough exploring for today. It's time we got back to the TARDIS and got out of here." Brogan gave up rubbing the soreness out of her forehead resigned to the dull headache blossoming under the bump over her eye. Pulling herself to her feet, she gazed around the room getting her bearings for the journey back to the TARDIS. Behind her, where the bookshelf to the fake TARDIS had been, stood an unblemished white wall. In fact, everywhere she looked, Brogan saw stark white. Unlike the fake TARDIS, the room she was now in was not very large. It was more like the size of a small office, though there were only couches and no desk. On a glass coffee table sitting between two white sofas, a collection of outdated magazines was splayed in an orderly fashion. The soft strains of wordless music played in the background. And along the wall opposite to Brogan, a sliding frosted window was pulled tightly closed over what appeared to be a built-in counter. "K9, where are we?" Brogan sounded surprised and confused. "External appearances indicate a doctor's office, mistress." "Another stage set?" Brogan groaned loudly. Shaking her head to and fro, she wondered if they'd ever get out of this unending fictional world. And then something caught her eye. "K9, where are the Doctor and Zoe?" "Insufficient data to formulate a reply." "What do you mean you don't know?!" Brogan shouted in alarm. She'd only just realized that except for K9 she was alone in this crazy room. "We didn't leave them back at the game show, did we?" "Negative mistress. Sensors indicate the Doctor has changed geographical location." "So he and Zoe are wandering about this nutty station too?" "Affirmative mistress." "This is terrible, K9! Oh, how could I have been so stupid?" Brogan chided herself in a melodramatic wail. She'd been so determined to rid herself of her haunted visions, Brogan walked straight into trouble. What's worse is that she forced her friends into the same danger in search of her! But if the Doctor and Zoe had followed Brogan as K9 did, then surely she would have bumped into them. Unless they were just a few more minutes behind her and K9. For all she knew, the Doctor and Zoe could have stumbled into the Professor's TARDIS set moments after Brogan and K9 escaped. The thought of her friends being trapped and vaporized along with the Professor terrified Brogan. She refused to believe it. If the Doctor and Zoe were dead, then Brogan knew she would feel it. No, her friends were alive, though whether they were well remained to be seen. All around her, Brogan belatedly sensed danger. There was also a presence. Not of evil exactly, but something far more human. Greed and indolence. The kind born of absolute power. Whoever controlled this station employed very sadistic and cruel means to enforce their will. Brogan and her friends had unwittingly walked right into the spider's lair. "K9, we have to find the Doctor!" Brogan roared. Before she could finish her declaration about making a hasty retreat, the sliding frosted window sprang open revealing a dour-faced woman in a nurse's uniform. "If you want to see the doctor, you'll have to have an appointment." Nurse Madge Greenhorn made her announcement in an exceedingly grating voice. Brogan and K9 both stared at the woman in stunned amazement. Nurse Madge thrust a clipboard out the window towards Brogan. "But first you have to fill out these forms in triplicate. No mistakes! Or else you'll have to do it all over again. The doctor doesn't like white out on his forms." ============================== Vision World Part Two Wednesday, January 15, 1997 Plot by: JenKoko/BroganMc Script by: NA of Doctor Who Sim Players ============================= THE CAST: The 10th Doctor - a wandering Timelord with a beard and scholarly persona Zoe Herriot - 21st century astrophysicist, companion of the 10th Doctor K9 mk 4 - robotic dog computer companion of the 10th Doctor Brogan MacGill, 20th century photojournalist, companion of the 10th Doctor Dirk Lane - Classic style private eye (1930's). Always wears a fedora and carries a gun. Takes only dangerous cases from the same black widow woman. Believes he's chasing the mob or spies. Dr. Zigfreid - Mad scientist in the vain of Dr. Frankenstein. His set is a laboratory in a gothic stone castle. There he plays with electricity and animating his dead monster. Patty Homemaker - Perky, 1950's housewife out of "Leave it to Beaver" style. Always wears a smile and apron. Constantly cleans and offers people food and drink. Junie Cleaver - Patty Homemaker's neighbor Roger Easymoney - Typical gameshow host. Well groomed fast talker. Loves the game and promises "fabulous" prizes to everyone. Player can also do the Professor in the end. Executives (Greed and Avarice) - well dressed business suits who lounge around all day in a plush executive office. They have the best of everything, because they control Vision World and through it the world. Sgt. Mahoney - Rotund Irish cop who's work the beat on San Francisco's streets since Dirk was in the police academy. His former partner and friend, now Mahoney dogs Dirk certain his friend walks a fine line between legalities in his feud with the Big Machismo. Nurse Madge Greenhorn - A middle-aged reject from a big hospital show, she now works for Doctor Do-Nothing providing substandard TLC to patients after they "properly" fill out all insurance forms in triplicate. Frankie, the surfer boy monster - He's tall, blond and exquisitely well-built. Too bad his brain is the size of a walnut. Dr. Zigfreid's boy toy and resident hulking servant. Bill Bucks - Formerly Roger Easymoney's assistant and then replacement, a greasy conning manipulator who will do anything to get his own show. THE PLAYERS: Alfred Snider (DRTUNA) as The Doctor Jennifer Kokoski (BroganMc/JenKoko) as Brogan, Zoe and Nurse Madge Bill Rudloff (K9 mk 4/DoctorWho8) as K9 Dorothy Stringfellow (DStringfel) as Executive Greed James Mah (Dr Hammai) as Executive Avarice & Greed, Bill Bucks Joel Sharpe (Shorty 144) as Sgt. Mahoney David Sharpe (NorisAlex) as Dirk Lane Ruth Dempsey (TArkkannan) as Dr. Zigfreid, Frankie and Roger Easymoney Joe (PatCleaver/Mordecai G) as Patty Homemaker, Junie Cleaver and extras OPENING CREDITS: The Patty Homemaker Show Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::puts the kettle on::: Patty Homemaker: * :::doorbell rings::: Patty Homemaker: * Oh, my! Who could that be? Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::opens front door after checking hair in foyer mirror for the umpteenth time::: Patty Homemaker: * Why Junie! What a pleasant surprise! Patty Homemaker: * <> Junie Cleaver: * :::Junie looks sad::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Why, Junie! What ever could the matter be? Patty Homemaker: * :::takes a moping Junie by the hand and sits her on the settee::: Junie Cleaver: * Junie> It's Harry...he's leaving me ::sobbing::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Well, I just put the kettle on Patty Homemaker: * :::kettle whistles::: Patty Homemaker: * Back in a flash! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::with superhuman speed, Patty takes tray of goodies from stage hand and returns to the Patty Homemaker: * parlour::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * One lump or two? Patty Homemaker: * <> Junie Cleaver: * Junie> Two, please. Patty Homemaker: * Sugar? Patty Homemaker: * <> Junie Cleaver: * Junie> No, thank you. Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * So, what seems to be the problem? Patty Homemaker: * ::sits down in cushy wingchair on top of cat::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * ::;cat runs shrieking from room::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Junie Cleaver: * Junie> It's Harry, he's leaving me Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * What ever did you do? Patty Homemaker: * <> Junie Cleaver: * Junie> ::;blearly-eyed::: It wasn't my fault; I never meant for it to happen. Patty Homemaker: * Ooh, sounds serious! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::sips tea::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Junie Cleaver: * Junie> I just woke up one morning and ... Patty Homemaker: * Yes? Patty Homemaker: * I...I forgot to brush before fixing Harry's breakfast... Patty Homemaker: * ::;gasps::: Oh, dear! Junie Cleaver: * Junie> And...my breath... Junie Cleaver: * Junie> OFFENDED HIM!!! :::hysterical crying::: Patty Homemaker: * Oh, dear! Don't get the couch wet! Patty Homemaker: * <> Junie Cleaver: * Junie> What ever will I do, Patty? What ever will I do? Patty Homemaker: * There, there. :::pats her knee:: Don't worry. Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * I think I have the solution! Patty Homemaker: * :::wipes away tears with tea towel::: Really? Patty Homemaker: * Of course! You both can... Patty Homemaker: * ...go to the dentist for a consultation! Patty Homemaker: * <<>> Junie Cleaver: * Junie> :::sniffling::: Really, Patty? Do you think that would work? Patty Homemaker: * Of course! Mr. Dentist can help you two work this out and get your marriage back on Patty Homemaker: * its blissful path Junie Cleaver: * Junie> Wow! Thanks, Patty! What would I ever do without you? Patty Homemaker: * Put your own kettle on, silly! Patty Homemaker: * <> DOCTOR'S WAITING ROOM: TARDIS Crew reunite Nurse Madge Greenehorn: # Here! ::thrusting clipboard at Brogan:: The Doctor doesn't have all day! K9 mk 4: # Negative, the Doctor/Master is not here. Brogan MacGill: # You know where the Doctor is? ::misunderstanding the name:: Nurse Madge Greenehorn: #::Nurse shouts at K9:: The doctor IS here, but he's *very* busy. K9 mk 4: # Negative, he is not here but is on his way. Brogan MacGill: # Your sensors are picking him up, K9? Is he all right? Zoe? K9 mk 4: # {S Affirmative Brogan MacGill: #::suddenly the door to the waiting room opens:: The Doctor: # :::and the Doctor and Zoe come running in::: The Doctor: # ::::closes the door::: Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan lights up when she sees their friends:: Doctor! Zoe! Where have you been? The Doctor: # Yes, well, I've always wanted to be in a gangster shoot out. K9 mk 4: # Hello Master, Mistress Zoe. GREED AND AVARICE: The offices of Greed and Avarice (Global Viewing Executives) Executives: $ :::The two executives are watching the proceedings of the Doctor and company:::: Executive Avarice: $ I didn't okay of this, did you? Executive Greed: $ No. Definatley not. Executive Avarice: $ So what's going on? Executive Greed: $ Aren't those the people who destroyed TIME MEDDLERS? Executive Avarice: $ Certainly looks like them. Executive Greed: $ But this show isn't supposed to have guest stars. Executive Avarice: $ More non-creditted guest stars? What's going on here? Executive Greed: $ We may have a serious problem. Executive Avarice: $ I can't believe what they let on TV these days. Executive Greed: $ You mean what we put on TV. CHANNEL MED (WAITING ROOM): What IS going on, Doctor? Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan surveys her friends with a concerned eye:: Are you two all right? The Doctor: # ::: The Doctor looks carefully at the waiting room::: Nurse Madge Greenhorn: #::Nurse Madge sneers at the newcomers:: More patients?! Have you got an Nurse Madge Greenhorn: appointment? The Doctor: # Brogan, this is most extraordinary! We seem to be in a cross between a video.... The Doctor: # ...production facility and a virtual reality control zone. Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan snaps at nurse:: They aren't patients! This is the Doctor and Zoe. Brogan MacGill: Our friends. The Doctor: # ::: The Doctor eyes the nurse::: Oh, what a role you are playing! Nurse Madge Greenhorn: #::Nurse narrowly eyes Doc :: A doctor are you? Well, it doesn't matter. You Nurse Madge Greenhorn: still have to fill out these forms in triplicate to see the doctor. K9 mk 4: # I do not need to fill out forms for I am not an organic creature. The Doctor: # ::: The Doctor leans to Zoe & Brogan::: Let's match this up with an entertainment stereoty The Doctor: #stereotype. Brogan MacGill: # Ignore her Doctor. She's crazy. This whole place is like walking Brogan MacGill: around inside a tv. K9 mk 4: # {S Affirmative The Doctor: # But I think it may be more than that. At times, they actually believe their roles. Zoe Herriot: # Stereotype? Yes, I see. That nurse is behaving like a character in a bad Zoe Herriot: doctor drama. The Doctor: # It is`all too cheesy to believe, but sometimes these people do believe it. Brogan MacGill: # Yes, the professor K9 and I met was truly convinced his set was Brogan MacGill: real. ::sad voice:: The Doctor: # Let's try retracing our steps. But where to first. Brogan MacGill: # Doctor, we met Professor Who. Or at least, that's who he thought he was. Brogan MacGill: # His set looked exactly like the TARDIS console room and then the Brogan MacGill: cloister bell rang... K9 mk 4: # Then his ship broke up. Brogan MacGill: #I think we should just get back to the real TARDIS and get out of here! The Doctor: # ::: The Doctor looks worried:::: I wonder....how real? K9 mk 4: # Perhaps it is somekind of mental brainwash that makes them believe their roles? The Doctor: # Right, K9. Brogan MacGill: # Whatever's going on here, people are dying for it. I don't think we Brogan MacGill: should be included in the casualties. K9 mk 4: # {S Affirmative Zoe Herriot: # Brogan's right. This place is dangerously real. ::shudders thinking of PI set:: GREED & AVARICE: Viewing conversation in the Waiting Room, Executives conclude the Doctor is an alien threat. Executive Greed: $ They know! Executive Avarice: $ What did he say?! Executive Avarice: $ He's not supposed to know that! Executive Greed: $ :::presses intercom button::: Get me scheduling. Voice from intercom: $ Scheduling here. Executive Greed: $ Yes are you watching the Mad Scientist/ Emergency room show? Voice from intercom: $ Yes sir. Rating are plummeting. Executive Avarice: $ Damn it all. Executive Greed: $ I think it might be a good idea to boost ratings if they were to meet another....... Executive Greed: $...show's characters. Executive Avarice: $ A crossover Executive Greed: $ Right. :::To intercom::: Think you can arrange that? Voice from intercom: $ Yes sir. Anything else? Executive Greed: $ That should be sufficient. Executive Greed: $ Let's see them try to get out of that. Executive Avarice: $ How can they know all this?! CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): Dr. Zigfreid's lifelong dream is played out until... Dr. Zigfreid: &::Zeigfried, in his new outfit - pink satin bustier, black leather pants, chain decked black leather Dr. Zigfreid: &::jacket and high heels, patters down to his lab:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::Cobwebs drape the stone ceiling and strange equipment chirps and blinks:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::gleefully listens to the thunder:: OOh, I LOVE this part. ::starts cranking at a winch to raise Dr. Zigfreid: &::the monster:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::Crank, crank, crank -- up to the ceiling, which opens to reveal the storm at its height:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::shriek:: GIVE MY CREATURE LIFE!!! Dr. Zigfreid: &::BA-BO-OO-OO-OOM! Lightening strikes the body:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::ecstacy:: yes! Yes! YES!! Dr. Zigfreid: &::BO - OO - OOM!>> Dr. Zigfreid: &::Crank, crank, crank, the table decends. Zeigfried dances with glee:: Dr. Zigfreid: & Oh, YES, Frankie, baby come to Mommy! Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::whips off the sheet -- Frankie is six-foot, muscular, tan with long blond hair. He wears red Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::speedos. He blinks open huge, beautiful blue eyes:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::shrieking:: HE'S ALIVE! HE'S ALIVE! HE'S ALIVE! Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::Frankie sits up. He has a vacant expression:: Frankie: Yo, Dude, how's tubin'? Dr. Zigfreid: &::deeply disappointed:: Frankie! Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::Frankie:: Oh, kewl -- do you build bodyboards man? Dr. Zigfreid: &::Zeigfried shakes his head in dispair. FREEZE FRAME:: SCHEDULING CHANGE: Halt all Horror Show Programming for special instruction! Producer's voice: &:::: We interrupt our broadcast to bring you an important announcement Producer's voice: &:::: There's a meddler on the network. You have to stop him. Dr. Zigfreid: &::Zeigfried and Freddie nod in unison:: Producer's voice &::::Find the DOCTOR! Producer's voice: &:::: We now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast Producer's voice: &:::: Which is currently in session Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::Frankie:: find DOC-TOR Dr. Zigfreid: ::Zeigfried:: Yesssss -- the Doctor.... Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::Frankie:: So, bro, where do we find some babes? Dr. Zigfreid: &::Zeigfried, deeply disappointed:: Oh, FRANKIE! Dr. Zigfreid: &::Sighs and wheels out a second sheeted form:: I was *afraid* this would happen. Dr. Zigfreid: &::Removes sheet to reveal an incredibly busted, dark haired woman in a speedo:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::sighing:: Frankie, meet Annette CHANNEL MYSTERY (DETECTIVE SHOW): Dirk Lane is confronted by his old partner, Sgt. Mahoney of the San Francisco PD. Sgt. Mahoney: ? ::San Francisco Alley:: Dirk Lane: ?:::Dirk steps out from behind the trash cans he took cover behind::: Dirk Lane: ?::He looks down at Lucky's body, now riddled with bullets:::: Dirk Lane: ? Sorry, pal. Looks like you came up snakeyes. Dirk Lane: ? Don't worry, I'll get the bums who did this to you! Dirk Lane: ?:::starts looking around for the Doctor and his dame:::: Dirk Lane: ?::::But finds no sign of them:::: Sgt. Mahoney: ?:::::Sgt. Mahoney leaps into squad car, starts engine, races out of station lot with sirens Sgt. Mahoney: ?::::screaming:::: Dirk Lane: ?:::Dirk hears the siren of an approaching police car::: Dirk Lane: ?:::He sees a police pull up to the curb with a screech:::: Sgt. Mahoney: ?:::::squad car comes racing around corner, tires screaching on asphault:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: ::::Sgt. Mahoney leaps out of squad car, gun drawn::::::: Dirk Lane: ? As usual, you're a bit too late, Sgt. Sgt. Mahoney: ? Ah, Dirk is it? What you be up to here. Huh? Dirk Lane: ? My partner Lucky is dead, his killers escaped, I've been shot at by mobsters - Dirk Lane: ? And now YOU show up! Sgt. Mahoney: ? :::looking at body::: Ah, Lucky is it? Dinna I tell you this would happen? Sgt. Mahoney: ? ::::glaring at Dirk:::: And how is it that Lucky was killed I'd like to be Sgt. Mahoney: knowing? Dirk Lane: ? He was shot, or can't you see that. Dirk Lane: ? A lot of bullet holes usually means that. Sgt. Mahoney: ? Don't you be getting smart with me Dirk, or I'll have ye downtown. Now tell Me. Dirk Lane: ? You'll have me downtown like always, hunh? Dirk Lane: ? My pal is dead. I need to find his killers. Are you going to help me, or get out of my Dirk Lane: way. Sgt. Mahoney: ? Now see here Dirk. I got no time for this tomfoolery. Your partners dead. Don't tell Sgt. Mahoney: me you donot know how it happened! Dirk Lane: ? Of course I don't know how it happened. I was meeting him here. A shot rang out. Dirk Lane: ? I came over and found him dead. End of story. Sgt. Mahoney: ? Now that would be a likely story. I think I've had enough of the runaround Dirk. Dirk Lane: ? Runaround? I'll show you a runaround. Dirk Lane: ? :::walks over to the Sgt.:: Sgt. Mahoney: ? Now you listen to me bye, you either come up with the true goods or maybe I'll be Dirk Lane: ? Now look, you used to be my partner. You don't have to pull this stuff on me. Sgt. Mahoney: ? :::::glares at Dirk::::: Used to be is right. Until you walked off the force. SCHEDULING CHANGE: Halt all Detective Show Programming for a special announcement. Executive: ? Voice from above> Scheduling change. Crossover event. Dirk Lane: ?:::Dirk stops talking and listens to the voices:::: Sgt. Mahoney: ? :::::::Sgt. stops talking and listens to voices::::: Executive: ? Voice> Dirk Lane on Medical Show. Prepare to cross over. Dirk Lane: ?:::reloads his gun, puts it back into his holster::: Executive: ?Voice> This decision from the TOP! Orders have been handed down. Commence now. Sgt. Mahoney: :::::Sgt. turns away and begins investigating body:::::: Dirk Lane: ?:::Dirk looks over at the Sgt.::: Catcha later, Pat! Sgt. Mahoney: ? Come over for coffee sometime Dirk. Sgt. Mahoney: ? :::::turns over body::::::: Dirk Lane: ?:::Dirk scrambles over the fence:::: Dirk Lane: ?::::leaping down into the building, he makes his way to the EXIT::: Dirk Lane: ?:::He draws his gun and steps thru the EXIT::: CONTROL OFFICE (GREED AND AVARICE): From their plush office, the Executives watch Dirk hunt down the alien intruders. Executive Greed: $ That's taken care of. Executive Avarice: $ So the guy's named the Doctor. Seems like a cheap knock off of the Professor. Executive Avarice: $ Let's see how your idea pans out. Executive Greed: $ Don't worry CHANNEL MED (DOCTOR'S WAITING ROOM): TARDIS Crew attacked by an intruder. Nurse Madge Greenehorn: #::Nurse Madge steps into the waiting room thrusting her clipboard at the crew:: The Doctor: # :::The Doctor stands and looks around. He takes out his pocket watch to scan::: Nurse Madge Greenehorn: # Stop chattering! You MUST fill out these forms! Dirk Lane: #::::He finds himself in a doctor's waiting room:::: K9 mk 4: # Negative Zoe Herriot: # My good woman, we are with the Doctor. We don't need to see one. Dirk Lane: #:::He sees the Doctor and his dame, along with another dame and a metal dog::: The Doctor: # :::The Doctor looks at Dirk as he enters.:::: Oh no, not Mr. Trigger Happy. Dirk Lane: #::::He levels his gun at the Doctor::: Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan grabs Zoe's arm and nods toward Dirk:: I think we have trouble. Dirk Lane: # Hold it right there, Doctor. You're coming with me! K9 mk 4: # :::Sticks nose gun out::: {S K9FX Zoe Herriot: #::Zoe nods toward Brogan, the pair distract Dirk:: Zoe Herriot: #::Zoe grabs Nurse's clipboard and flings it at Dirk's gun hand:: The Doctor: # Exit, stage right! Dirk Lane: #:::the clipboard hit's Dirk hand, knocking it loose::: K9 mk 4: # Negative. Left. The Doctor: # ::: The Doctor moves to the exit and urges his friends to follow.::: Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan follows Doc and shouts:: Zoe, come on. This way! Dirk Lane: #::::wincing, he catches it in his other hand::: Dirk Lane: # Hey you, get back here!!!!! Dirk Lane: #::::chases after the TARDIS crew, gun at the ready:::: Brogan MacGill: #::TARDIS crew exit Waiting Room in a mad dash for the Game Show set:: Dirk Lane: #::::Following them thru the exit::: CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): Patty virtual world of sitcom tomfoolery continues unphazed. Patty Homemaker: * :::Junie finishes her tea and stands to go::: Patty Homemaker: * Thanks, Pat. I'm going home and getting Harry and we're going to the dentist's right Patty Homemaker: now Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::Junie leaves through front door::: Patty Homemaker: * :::to herself:: Silly Beavers! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::cleans up tea paraphernalia::: Patty Homemaker: * :::goes to kitchen to wash up:::: Patty Homemaker: * :::inadvertently steps on the cat upon entering kitchen::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::cat flees howling::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * That darn cat! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::washes dishes with the utmost of ease::: Patty Homemaker: * :::takes off pink Playtex rubber gloves and goes to broom closet::: Patty Homemaker: * :::pulls out Electrosux and Hoovers the rug::: Patty Homemaker: * :::Merrily humming "Strangelove" to herself accompanied by the roar of the Hoover::: Patty Homemaker: * ::::Hoover cord unwittingly tangles around her highheel::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::stumbles and knocks over fishbowl::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::water goes on napping cat and goldfish goes up the Hoover::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::cats shrieks and runs from room::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Oh no! Tiddles! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::immediately cuts the power to the Hoover::: Patty Homemaker: * :::starts disassembling Hoover to rescue goldfish::: Patty Homemaker: * Tiddles! Oh my Tiddles! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::digging frantically in vacuum cleaner bag::: Patty Homemaker: * :::telephone rings::: Patty Homemaker: * Oh, no! Not right now! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Aha! found you! Patty Homemaker: * :::phone continues to ring::: Patty Homemaker: * :::runs to kitchen to put Tiddles in water::: Patty Homemaker: * :::can't find suitable vessel, so she runs to the loo::: Patty Homemaker: * :::phone continues to ring:::: Patty Homemaker: * All right! All right! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::tosses Tiddles into the loo and runs for the phone::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::is sure to step on the cat whilst running for the phone::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * ::cat shrieks in horror and runs from room::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::running for the phone which continues to ring::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::checks her hair and removes left earring::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::picks up receiver::: Patty Homemaker: * Hello? HomeMaker residence! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * They hung up! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::slams receiver down and vase falls from table::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Patty Homemaker: * :::dives for vase::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::lands safely on divan with vase in hand::: Patty Homemaker: *<> Patty Homemaker: * Patty HomeMaker, you're quite the gal! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::puts vase back on table::: Patty Homemaker: * :::arranges flowers::: Patty Homemaker: * Ah, there! Patty Homemaker: * <> CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): TARDIS Crew stmuble into a trap. The Doctor: % ::: The Doctor enters the Game Show set.:::: The Doctor: % :::The Doctor stands in front of a clapping mechanically enthusiastic audience::: Brogan MacGill: %::a virtual reality audience oohs and ahhs with the sudden entrance of the crew:: Roger Easymoney: % And now for our next contestants! ::sneers suspiciously at Doc:: The Doctor: % Right, now we came in this way, so back to the TARDIS is out of here. Brogan MacGill: %::Brogan notices the room is now filled with people where it was empty before:: Roger Easymoney: %::shark grin:: And We're welcoming back some previous winners. Brogan MacGill: % This place is different, Doctor. I don't like it. It feels like a trap! Roger Easymoney: $::advancing on the Doctor:: You've been here before Dirk Lane: %:::Dirk races onto the game show set, sees the TARDIS crew near the stage:::: Zoe Herriot: % Quickly! The TARDIS! K9 mk 4: % Negative, I am not a contestant. The Doctor: % Or it could be that this place is the same, but we believe it to be different! Roger Easymoney: $You know how it works -- get ready to play FOR YOUR LIFE!! Dirk Lane: % :::aims his gun over the Doctor's head::: Brogan MacGill: %::Brogan hovers on the stage in confusion. The lights seem almost hypnotic to her:: Dirk Lane: % Stop right now! The Doctor: % :::The Doctor sees Dirk enter with gun.::: K9 mk 4: % :::sticks out nose gun::: {S K9FX Dirk Lane: % ::::Dirk fires his gun, the bullet hits the overhead lights::: Roger Easymoney: %::lunging at the Doctor:: Right this way sir, You're our next contestant! The Doctor: % Exit, stage left, I believe.... Zoe Herriot: % Brogan, DUCK! ::pushes her out of the way of gunshot:: The Doctor: % I think there is too much gunplay on these broadcasts... Dirk Lane: #:::races down towards the stage:::: Roger Easymoney: %No, you CAN'T LEAVE NOW!!! Dirk Lane: # Halt, or I'll shoot again! Brogan MacGill: %::Brogan allows Zoe to pull her towards the TARDIS, whispers:: Thanks! The Doctor: % ::: The Doctor dashes toward the exit sign::: Roger Easymoney: %::Easymoney blocks Zoe and Brogan's way to the TARDIS:: Dirk Lane: %:::Easymoney also blocks Dirk's view of the Doctor escaping::: K9 mk 4: % :::tries to cover Dirk::: The Doctor: # Follow me :::the Doctor calls as he plunges through the EXIT door.:::: Brogan MacGill: %::Brogan sees a nearby exit and nods toward Zoe:: I don't think we have a choice. Zoe Herriot: % But the Doctor?! Dirk Lane: % :::He sees the Dame and the other Dame running off, figures they'll lead him to the Doctor Dirk Lane: %:::He reaches the stage, shoves Easymoney out of the way, and goes after the Dames::: Brogan MacGill: %::Brogan notices Dirk closing in:: Come on, Zoe! I think he means to kill us! Brogan MacGill: %::Brogan and Zoe dive through the nearest exit door:: Dirk Lane: %:::He sees them leaving through the EXIT, fires a shot after them:::: Dirk Lane: %:::Reaching the EXIT, he goes thru it after the Dames:::: Dirk Lane: %::::Dirk tumbles down the stairs, easily holding onto his gun:::: K9 mk 4: % :::tries to escape::: K9 mk 4: % :::heads for the EXIT::: GREED & AVARICE: Watching from the office, Executives see the aliens on the Game Show. Executive Greed: % Oh no, they're back on the game show. Executive Avarice: $ What!!! Executive Avarice: $ No no no. This isn't right. They can't jump shows like this. Executive: $ Grees> Remember what happened last time? Easymoney had a breakdown. Great ratings. Executive Avarice: $ He thought we were going to cancel him. Executive Greed: $ Still. CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): His friends diving for escape, K9 is the last to seek freedom. Almost. K9 mk 4: % :::heads for the EXIT::: Roger Easymoney: % :::Easymoney runs up in front of K9::: Sorry Mr. Doggie, you're not leaving. Roger Easymoney: % :::takes large sound boom and hits K9 in the head really hard::: K9 mk 4: % :::the reverberating sounds cause K9 to shut down::: K9 mk 4: % :::Easymoney tells to two stage hands to take K9 to the producer's room::: CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): Patty has unexpected visitors. Burglars! Brogan MacGill: *::Brogan and Zoe tumble headfirst down Patty's house stairs:: Brogan MacGill: *Zoe>Ouch! ::groans:: Brogan MacGill: *::Brogan hits her right temple giving her a bump to match the one over her left eye:: Patty Homemaker: * What was that? Patty Homemaker: * <> Brogan MacGill: *Brogan>Why do we always have to be the fall guys? ::groans:: Patty Homemaker: * ::: runs to see what made that awful racket::: Brogan MacGill: *::Zoe looks up at the b&w house set:: This is different. What kind of show is this? Brogan MacGill: *::Patty's obnoxious cat runs over Brogan's face::Oh no! Not here again. ::groans:: Patty Homemaker: * :::approaches Zoe and Brogan::: Patty Homemaker: * :::Miss Brogan! How nice to see you again!::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Who's this with you? Dirk Lane: *:::Dirk rolls onto his shoulder, then leaps up, looking for the dames:::: Dirk Lane: *::::sees the two, calls out to them:::: Brogan MacGill: *::Brogan glares at Patty:: Don't offer us any tea, Mrs. Homemaker. Knowing Brogan MacGill: this place, it's probably poisened. Dirk Lane: * Come back here you two! I won't hurt you, I just want the Doctor! Dirk Lane: *:::Fires his gun at the wall behind them:::: Patty Homemaker: * :::gasps at the sight of Dirk::: Patty Homemaker: * :::shrieks at gunfire::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Burglars! Police! Help! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::runs to the phone::: Dirk Lane: *:::Dirk approaches the two dames::: Brogan MacGill: *Zoe>Tea? ::jumps at gunshot:: At the very least, I don't think it would be very Brogan MacGill: heathy for us to stay here. Patty Homemaker: * ::to Miss Brogan::: I would offer you tea, but I have to call the police right now; Patty Homemaker: * There's a burglar in my house! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::frantically trying to make phone work:: Operator! Operator! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Oh, nevermind! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::runs to kitchen::: Patty Homemaker: * :::steps on cat who shrieks and runs in Dirk's direction::: Dirk Lane: *:::Zoe and Brogan escape the house thru the pet door::: Dirk Lane: *:::Dirk races after them::: Patty Homemaker: * :::Patty comes running out of kitchen waving rolling pin in the air::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * You get out of my house right now, you mean man! Patty Homemaker: * <> Dirk Lane: * ::::Ducks under the rolling pin, socking Patty in the jaw::: Patty Homemaker: * Ooh! Didn't expect that! Patty Homemaker: * <> Dirk Lane: * :::then follows the two out thru the exit::::: Patty Homemaker: * ::: lands flat on her bum ::: Patty Homemaker: * <> CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): The Doctor chooses Door # 2 and gets the shaft. Dr. Zigfreid: &::The Doctor tumbles down the stone stairs to land flat on his back in the middle of the lab:: The Doctor: & :::The Doctor sits up, rubbing his head::: Wow, that first step is different every time! Dr. Zigfreid: &::Zeigfried:: Oh, darling, I just *knew* you'd fall for me. Dr. Zigfreid: &FRANKIE! ::big blond surfer boy appears:: The Doctor: & ::: The Doctor stands and straightens his coat::: Dr. Zigfreid: &I've simply *got* to show you my next experiment The Doctor: & :::The Doctor eyes Frankie suspiciously::: Dr. Zigfreid: &::Steps back to reveal the bikini brunette on the table:: Meet Frankie's mate, Annette Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::Frankie is manuevering behind the Doctor:: The Doctor: & Uh, well, I can understand the ratings issue, but really....so gratuitous! Dr. Zigfreid: &::sighs:; I know, but I have to keep him happy. Dr. Zigfreid: &There's just one little teeny-tiny favor I have to ask of you The Doctor: & :::The Doctor begins to` look for an escape route.::: Dr. Zigfreid: &I just need to borrow a cup of your life essence. Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::Frankie grabs the Doctor from behind:: CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): Saga of Easymoney vs. Bill Bucks continues. Bill Bucks: %::: Bill Bucks crawls out of an EXIT way:::: Bill Bucks: % EASYMONEY!!!! Executive Avarice: $ What's he doing there? Executive Greed: $ I haven't the faintest idea. Executive Avarice: $ :::Avarice presses a button on his remote:::: Bill Bucks: % :::Bucks is suddenley ejected into the closest Exit door::: Bill Bucks: ?:::And Lands in a place he knows not::: GREED & AVARICE: Executive callousness at it's finest. How to deal with Bill Bucks. Executive Greed: $ Well that took care of that. Executive Avarice: $ Where is he now? Executive Greed: $ Who knows? Who cares? Executive Greed: $ Go back to the Medical show. Executive Avarice: $ :::Avarice flips back to the medical show::: AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR Patty Homemaker: * Announcer> And now a word from our sponsors>>> Patty Homemaker: * (To tune of "Slinky") What rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs? Patty Homemaker: * Rolls over the neighbour's dog? Patty Homemaker: * It's great for a snack. It fits on your back. Patty Homemaker: * It's LOG! LOG ! LOG! Patty Homemaker: * It's LO-OG, LO-OG! Patty Homemaker: * It's big. It's heavy. It's wood. Patty Homemaker: * It's LO-OG, LO-OG! Patty Homemaker: * It's better than bad...it's good! Patty Homemaker: * Come on and get your Log! Patty Homemaker: * You're gonna love it: Log! Patty Homemaker: * Everyone needs a Log! Patty Homemaker: * Come on and get your Log! Patty Homemaker: * Announcer> Log! from Blammo! CHANNEL MYSTERY (DETECTIVE SHOW): Bill Bucks just happens along Mahoney's crime scene. Sgt. Mahoney: ? :::::turns over body::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: ?:::::shakes his head with a sad look on his face::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: ? :::::stands up and goes over to a couple of policemen:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: ? ::::::: talking with other cops, nodding his head and pointing:::: Sgt. Mahoney: ? ::::::goes to his car, pulls out a luke warm cup of cofee and drinks it::::: Sgt. Mahoney: ? ::::::Lights ciggarette, blows out cloud of smoke as it begins to rain lightly:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: ? ::::Hears a noise and turns around drawing his gun::::: Sgt. Mahoney: ? You there! Bye! Now what you be doing here? Bill Bucks: ? Where?..... Sgt. Mahoney: ? :::::stalks over to Bucks::::: Get up there! Now what you be doing here bye? Bill Bucks: ? Is this some sort of historical show or something? Sgt. Mahoney: ? What kind of clothes are those? Where did you come from bye? What, Historical what? Bill Bucks: ? That's it isn't it. I went to some stupid Police documentary. Sgt. Mahoney: ? I bet you knwo something about this body, don't ya bye? Stupid Police is it?! Bill Bucks: ? You're an actor, right? Where's the Director? Sgt. Mahoney: ? Ah, pretending ot be crazy is it? Well that won't work with me bye. Bill Bucks: ? STOP THAT!!! It's just a movie. Stop acting like that. Sgt. Mahoney: ? I bet you shot Lucky didn't you bye. Dona not tell me you dinna do it. Bill Bucks: ? I didn't do anything!!! Sgt. Mahoney: ? Looks like I got my murderer. Get up against the wall bye. You're under arrest. Bill Bucks: ? You're not going to get me like that. ::::Flees towards the fence::: Sgt. Mahoney: ?:::::::pulls gun:::: ::::yells::: STOP! :::::and fires, hitting Bucks in the arm::::: Bill Bucks: ? :::Bucks jerks to the shot. It hit his arm. Jumping the fence he looks for an Exit sign::: Sgt. Mahoney: ? ::::chases after Bucks::::: Bill Bucks: ? There has to be one somewhere.. :::Spots sign::: Bill Bucks: ? :::Bucks Exits using the door and ends up in the waiting room::: Sgt. Mahoney: :::::follows Bucks through exit door;:::: CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): Patty calls for reinforcements. Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::Patty picks herself up off the floor from where she passed out::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: Stop the world! I want to get off! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * What hit me? Patty Homemaker: * Oh, a burglar... Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * A BURGLAR??!!?? Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::runs to telephone::: Patty Homemaker: * Operator, get me the police! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Hello? Police? I've just been burglarised and he hit me on the jaw! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Of course I didn't aggrivate him; I was going to offer him tea! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * But he started shooting the pictures off the walls...very brutish, if you ask me Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Not British, BRUTISH! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Of course I'm not from Wales...I did say I'd offer him tea, didn't I? Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Oh, never mind...look, could you get a bobby over here right away? Patty Homemaker: * <> CHANNEL MYSTERY (DETECTIVE SHOW): Hey, who are you shooting at? Dirk Lane: @:::Brogan and Zoe race from set to set, with Dirk chasing after them, firing his gun Dirk Lane: periodically:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Finally, they find themselves on a different part of the 1930s PI set::: Dirk Lane: @:::Brogan and Zoe run down a dark alley, and find themselves at a dead end:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Standing, their backs to the wall, they watch as Dirk approaches them, gun held steady Dirk Lane: on them:::: Dirk Lane: @ Brogan>Why are you doing this, Dirk? We didn't kill Lucky! Dirk Lane: @ Zoe> And we're not mobsters or anything like that! Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk tries to ignore them, one thought above all else in his mind:::: Dirk Lane: @::::'capture or kill the Doctor and his dame':::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk aims his gun at Brogan::::: Dirk Lane: @ :::he pulls back the hammer, slowly:::: Dirk Lane: @ Zoe> Mr. Lane, aren't PI's supposed to take people into jail, and not kill them? Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk hesitates, shaking his head::: CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): Dr. Zigfreid teaches how to torture a Doctor! The Doctor: & :::The Dr struggles with Frankie, but Frankie's has vast strength and a firm bear hug on the Dr:: Dr. Zigfreid: &won't take a minute -- Frankie, give the nice Doctor a seat. Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::Frankie forces the Doctor into an electric chair:: The Doctor: & ::: The Dr struggles, but he is being tied down::: Dr. Zigfreid: &::Zeigfried take a real delight in the tying down:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::coos:: Oh, this is going to be *so* much fun. The Doctor: & Come on, you don't need me for a scene like this. Some better body might do. The Doctor: & Ratings and all. The Doctor: & I mean, why waste some film on me. Dr. Zigfreid: &Nonsense, dear, you're *perfect* ::places the life-draining helmet on the Doctor's head:: The Doctor: & :::The Doctor begins looking closely at the equipment.::: Dr. Zigfreid: & You're not going to have much of a mind when I've finished, but I've *always* wanted a Ken doll The Doctor: & Wait a minute...... ::The Doctor's voice trails away:::: Dr. Zigfreid: &::starts to flip switches. Machinery hums to life:: The Doctor: & :::The Doctor traces the circuitry and identifies the components.::: Dr. Zigfreid: &::flips more switches:: The Doctor: & Look, Prof. Zigfreid, I am really not a part of this program... The Doctor: & I just happened to wander by. The script will show this, I am sure. The Doctor: & Where is the director, anyway? Dr. Zigfreid: &:: softly:: I have the most *darling* pink outfit for you to wear. Dr. Zigfreid: &::Machinery hums and purrs:: The Doctor: & :::The Doctor sees the electronic eye of the Director::: The Doctor: & No, no, no. This isn't just video. This is a mind control broadcast. The Doctor: & This broadcast is really a global or system wide cover for mind control! Dr. Zigfreid: &::a tube like a mercury thermometer begins to turn green, levels rising:: The Doctor: & Millions of people are victimized. They think it is simple entertainment, but no... The Doctor: & Inside of each broadcast are the hidden signals, to obey, to produce, to give up. Dr. Zigfreid: &::Fiddles with switches:: In just seven days honey, I can make you a ma-aa-an... The Doctor: & This isn't just bad government, this is slavery on a vast scale. The Doctor: & Sapping the creativity out of millions, perhaps billions. Dr. Zigfreid: &::A high-pitched tone cleaves the air:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::The level of green is rising:: The Doctor: & :::The Doctor begins to shake as the mental attack begins::: The Doctor: & No. I must concentrate. I must protect my mind! Dr. Zigfreid: &::ecstatic:: yes, yes, Oh YES! Dr. Zigfreid: &::turns to the second table. Annette's ample bosom heaves:: Dr. Zigfreid: &::hysterical:: YES! YES! She lives! She lives! Dr. Zigfreid: &::Frankie:: oh, too kewl, dude! The Doctor: & :::The Doctor is visibly shaken::: No...no...I must defend my mind. Dr. Zigfreid: &::pats the Doctor's cheek:: You're so *cute* when you struggle. Dr. Zigfreid: &::Weird electronic music fills the air:: Yes, YES! CHANNEL MYSTERY (DETECTIVE SHOW): Dirk Hesitates, Brogan and Zoe Make Escape Brogan MacGill: @:::Brogan and Zoe exchange a look::: Zoe Herriot: @::::Zoe picks up a rock, and throws it behind Dirk:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk hears the noise behind him, and whirls around:::: Brogan MacGill: @::::Zoe and Brogan race off out of the alley:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk recovers and chases after them:::: CHANNEL MED (WAITING ROOM): Maloney chases Bill Bucks Bill Bucks: # NOW WHAT!!!!!! Nurse Madge Greenehorn: # You there, come over here and fill out these forms, you'll have to before you Nurse Madge Greenehorn: # can see the Dr. Nurse Madge Greenehorn: +:::::shoves forms in Bucks face::::: Bill Bucks: + I don't believe this. Sgt. Mahoney: + Sgt: :::::::races in and looks around room, then sees Bucks and races for him, pulling Sgt. Mahoney: + billyclub:::: Bill Bucks: + :::Dodges::: Sgt. Mahoney: + Sgt.: ::::smashs billyclub at Bucks, hits computer instead:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: +Sgt: ::::::Lunges at Bucks, hitting a stack of files with billyclub::::: Nurse Madge Greenehorn: + Stop that, you must fill out these forms! Sgt. Mahoney: + Sgt: Are ye Daft woman, that man is a murderer! Bill Bucks: + I didn't kill anyone!! Sgt. Mahoney: + Sgt: Come back here bye, you'll only make it worse for ya Sgt. Mahoney: + Sgt: :::::swings billyclub missing Bucks and smashing into a wall. GREED & AVARICE: K9 brought before Executives for interrogation. Executive Avarice: $ :::Avarice flips back to the medical show::: K9 mk 4: $ ::the two stage hands bring K9 to the office and leave respectively::: Executive Avarice: $ What's this supposed to be? K9 mk 4: $ ::K9 turns back on::: Where am I? Executive Greed: $ It looks like that metal thing with those disruptive actors. Executive Avarice: $ Oh right. That Doctor guy. Executive Greed: $ So what buisness do you have ruining our shows huh? K9 mk 4: $ Correction: Your shows are ruining my friends and me. Executive Avarice: $ Avarice> What show are you from originaly compu-dog? K9 mk 4: $ I am not from a show. K9 mk 4: $ I am from another place. Executive Greed: $ WHERE!!! K9 mk 4: $ The TARDIS. Executive: $ How did you get into our shows?! K9 mk 4: $ Through the door. Executive Greed: $ I can't get anything from......... Executive Avarice: $ MY GOD!!! Look at the Medical show!! Executive Greed: $ How? Wha..? Executive Greed: $ :::Greed presses the intercom button:::: Executive Greed: $ GET ME THE MEDICAL WAITING ROOM !!! Executive Avarice: $ Hey dog. Think anyone would watch a show like this? K9 mk 4: $ Negative Executive Avarice: $ I don't think so either. Cancel. Executive Avarice: $ :::Avarice aims the remote at the television and presses "CANCEL"::: Executive Greed: $ And this used to be such a nice show about a sexually perverted health care provider Executive Avarice: $ :::shrugs::: CHANNEL MED (WAITING ROOM): Medical Show Canceled! Executive: + Voice> CANCEL!!! CANCEL!!! EMERGENCY CANCEL!!!!! Sgt. Mahoney: + ::::::the walls in the Dr's room begin to shimmer and shake:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: +:::::::Sgt. looks arouind wildly for the exit::::::: Executive: +Voice> CANCELATION IMMINENT!!!! CANCEL ALERT!!! PREPARE FOR END!!! Sgt. Mahoney: + ::::::Sgt. spies exit anfd rushes for it knocking Bucks sprawling:::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: + Sgt. ::::::: Sgt. lunges for door shoving Nurse Madge out of his way:::::::: Executive: $ Avarice> :::shrugs::: Sgt. Mahoney: :::::appears as if he might have made it before the Dr's Office disolves:::::: Executive: & Voice> PREPARE FOR CANCELATION!!! CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): Just in the nick of time! Zoe Herriot: @::::Zoe and Brogan go thru the next EXIT, and appear inside Zigfreid's Lab:::: Dirk Lane: @:::Dirk races onto the set after them:::: Dr. Zigfreid: &::Zigfreid turns, arms wide:: Behold my greatest triumph!! Dirk Lane: &:::Dirk fires again:::: Dirk Lane: &::The bullet smashes into Zigfreid's life-draining equipment:::: The Doctor: & :::The Doctor struggles::: I will be myself...I will not let go.... The Doctor: & :::An electrical chain reaction takes place in the lab, showering sparks everywhere.::: Dirk Lane: &::::Suddenly, lights flash and things start exploding::: Dr. Zigfreid: &::Shrieks:: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU BRUTE!! The Doctor: & :::The Doctor attempts to free himself as the mentalo attack subsides:::: Zoe Herriot: &::::Brogan and Zoe race over and free the Doctor from the maching:::: Frankie, the Surfer Boy: &::Frankie, wailing in the dark:: Annette! Annette! CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): Patty has everything under control. Patty Homemaker: * :::doorbell rings::: Oh, excuse me, there's someone at the door Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::puts phone down to answer door::: Patty Homemaker: * :::of course, she has to step on the cat along the way::: Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Cat> ROWR!!! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * If I don't stop stepping on my pussy, I'm going to hurt myself! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * :::opens door::: Patty Homemaker: * Oh look! It's Bobby the bobby! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * ::exaggerated:: Hi, Bobby! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Bobby> ::exaggerated: Hi, lady! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * Come on in -- I'll put the kettle on! Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: * <> Patty Homemaker: CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): Control snaps and the Doctor is free to be his most dangerous! The Doctor: & :::The Doctor stands, sparks and explosions around him.::: The Doctor: & :::The shadows and sparks light the Doctor's face unevenly.::: Brogan MacGill: &:::Brogan eyes Doctor in concern:: Doctor, get away from there. Dr. Zigfreid: &::Furious::: You dreadful FEMALES, you! ::Starts to charge -- control snaps, falls down in a heap.:: The Doctor: & This is not just bad video. The Doctor: & This really is the great wasteland creator. Zoe Herriot: &::Zoe nods toward Zigfreid:: Doctor, I think the control has snapped over him. Dirk Lane: &::::Dirk slumps to the ground as control breaks down::: Brogan MacGill: &:Brogan nods toward Dirk:: Him too. The Doctor: & I want to find out who is in control around here. So far, we have only seen the extras. The Doctor: & I don't want to see the stars either. I want the script writers and producers. The Doctor: & :::Turns to companions::: We will, I hope, be bringing this show to a close! Brogan MacGill: &Doctor, if this is all part of someone's elaborate plot, then what is it for? Zoe Herriot: &::Zoe shivers looking at sparking device that almost killed Doc Zoe Herriot: :: Nothing good, by the looks of it. =============================================== TIME LOGS =============================================== Vision World Pt 2 Brogan's Log 1-8-97 By Jen Kokoski (JenKoko/BroganMc) Fire swirled about the Doctor's head. The pattern of explosions in Dr. Zigfreid's laboratory of horrors had a faint hypnotic quality to it. Very similar to the stage lights Brogan had been entranced by in the Game Show set earlier. When she and her friends had tried and failed to escape this bizarre world of fiction in the TARDIS. There was something in those lights. Some subtle pattern of control that played with her mind. And perhaps the minds of everyone on this insane satellite. How else could she explain the ever-persistant Nurse Greenehorn's behavior in the Waiting Room? The woman not only looked like a 1960's tv nurse, she seemed to believe that's exactly what she was. Not even the sudden intrusion of 1930's Private Eye Dirk Lane, complete with authentic period costume and accent, could dispel the Nurse's poor portrayal. Visions of the rushed reunion with the Doctor and Zoe passed before Brogan's thoughts. They looked out of breath at the time, but gratefully unharmed. And then Dirk showed up, guns blazing and dead set on taking the Doctor back dead or alive. It was madness, but nothing compared to what they found waiting for them in the game show. Just like when they arrived, Easymoney was there. As slick and greasy as ever, his smile could charm a snakecharmer. His game, a sinister round of For Your Life. Presumably the Doctor's life, Brogan assumed. And with his mean-looking stage hands, Easymoney had them trapped. Trapped by the most unrealistic and dangerous looking mechanical audience she had ever scene. Fifty cheap plastic mannequins, all with smiles bordering on wicked, clapped and cheered for every taunting remark Easymoney made. They were cut off from the TARDIS. Between Easymoney and his audience, his henchman closing in with murder in their eyes. Brogan couldn't move. She just kept staring at those hypnotic stage lights, hovering in full view of the audience. Not even the intrusion of Dirk Lane, guns blazing away again, could pull Brogan back to reality. The pattern in those lights was too seductive, too mindnumbing not to relax all resistance from her. If Zoe hadn't yanked her back to the present, Brogan would have happily ended her life with Dirk's bullet. Assuming it wasn't made of cheap blanks like most of the stuff in this place was. Shivering at her own thoughts, Brogan's gaze settled on the electrical wires dancing ominously behind the Doctor. The machine that Dr. Zigfreid attached her friend too was a horrid contraption. It looked like something out of a 1960's cult science fiction show. Large glass tubes attached to a metal helmet with a dozen wires smoldering about. Surely nothing so unwieldy could be real enough to cause harm? And yet pain is exactly what she saw on the Doctor's face when she and Zoe came barging into the lab. Whatever that thing was doing to her friend, Brogan knew it was very real and very deadly. They meant to kill the Doctor just as the mysterious Professor was vaporized. It was a horrible thought. To have landed on a world of fiction where the inhabitants found pleasure in killing. As if it were a game scripted to the delight of the players. Or was it? Lying beside the Doctor's feet, Brogan cast her eyes on the unconscious private eye. He seemed so genuinely convinced he was doing the right and noble thing. Bringing a murderer to justice. Finding Lucky's killer. Zoe had explained as they were running from Dirk through the streets of 1930's San Francisco how he had come to believe the Doctor killed his partner. Dirk said he meant them no harm. He only wanted to find the Doctor. Yet he was more than willing to shoot her down when he had the chance. That is until Zoe reminded him private eyes don't kill suspects. Perhaps it was something she said. Something that vied with the carefully-crafted lie he was told. A lie about who he was and what he was sworn to do. For whatever reason, Zoe's frantically uttered words saved Brogan's life. Again. She had a long moment to consider Dirk as she stared at the barrel of his gun. His bullets were extremely real and more than effective, but his mind...? His mind wandered, just for a moment, but enough to make him sway with confusion. Enough to allow them to escape here. Just in time to save the Doctor from the mad scientist Zigfreid's experiments. The machine was shattered by a shot meant for Zoe. Dirk's bullet ricochet wildly about the room finally landing home in the tv monitor hovering in the corner. It shattered into a thousand pieces and sparked like firestorm. In its wake, the Doctor was freed and the participants of this insane display...? One by one, Dr. Zigfreid and Dirk Lane crumpled to the ground. They both lie motionless now. Harmlessly dressed in their bad costumes. It was as if something just suddenly snapped in them. Some sort of control that pulled the strings behind their mad behavior. But the question taunted Brogan. If this satellite was filled with people controlled by an unseen puppetmaster, what on Earth was it all for? Zoe's words echoed throughout Brogan's mind. An answer to the question she had posed only moments before. "Nothing good by the look of it. That's what it's for." ============================== Vision World Part Three Wednesday, January 22, 1997 Plot by: JenKoko/BroganMc Script by: the NA Doctor Who Sim Players ============================= THE CAST: The 10th Doctor - a wandering Timelord with a beard and scholarly persona Zoe Herriot - 21st century astrophysicist, companion of the 10th Doctor K9 mk 4 - robotic dog computer companion of the 10th Doctor Brogan MacGill, 20th century photojournalist, companion of the 10th Doctor Dirk Lane - Classic style private eye (1930's). Always wears a fedora and carries a gun. Takes only dangerous cases from the same black widow woman. Believes he's chasing the mob or spies. Dr. Zigfreid - Mad scientist in the vain of Dr. Frankenstein. His set is a laboratory in a gothic stone castle. There he plays with electricity and animating his dead monster. Patty Homemaker - Perky, 1950's housewife out of "Leave it to Beaver" style. Always wears a smile and apron. Constantly cleans and offers people food and drink. Roger Easymoney - Typical gameshow host. Well groomed fast talker. Loves the game and promises "fabulous" prizes to everyone. Player can also do the Professor in the end. Executives (Greed and Avarice) - well dressed business suits who lounge around all day in a plush executive office. They have the best of everything, because they control Vision World and through it the world. Sgt. Mahoney - Rotund Irish cop who's work the beat on San Francisco's streets since Dirk was in the police academy. His former partner and friend, now Mahoney dogs Dirk certain his friend walks a fine line between legalities in his feud with the Big Machismo. Bill Bucks - Formerly Roger Easymoney's assistant and then replacement, a greasy conning manipulator who will do anything to get his own show. THE PLAYERS: Alfred Snider (DRTUNA) as The Doctor Jennifer Kokoski (BroganMc/JenKoko) as Brogan Lisa Heller (Zoewho) as Zoe Bill Rudloff (K9 mk 4/DoctorWho8) as K9, Greed and Avarice Joel Sharpe (Shorty 144) as Sgt. Mahoney David Sharpe (NorisAlex) as Dirk Lane Joyce (RobinCK) as Bill Bucks Ruth Dempsey (TArkkannan) as Dr. Zigfreid Sam Fain (B5DrWho2QL) as Roger Easymoney and Patty Homemaker BroganMc: <<>> BroganMc: <<>> BroganMc: <<>> BroganMc: <<>> ++++++++ BEGINNING +++++++++ CHANNEL 5 (WILDLIFE HOUR): THE NEVERENDING ADVENTURES OF SGT. MAHONEY AND BILL BUCKS Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::::::::::::: Sgt. Mahoney stumbles into a clearing, looking confused he looks wildly around::::::::::::::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: %:::::::::::: Mahoney sees Bill Bucks and ::::::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % ::::::Bucks looks around::: Sgt. Mahoney: % Now Bye, it seems I've got you now. :::::::::::::draws billy club and advances on Bill:: Sgt. Mahoney: % Is it Going to be easy or are you going to make it hard? Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::::Sgt. Mahoney's eyes widen and his face pales as he looks at something behind Bill Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::Buck's shoulder::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::::Sgt. Mahoney begins to back up, his arms dropping to his side:::::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::::::::His voice is low pitched as he speaks to Bill Bucks:::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % believe me! This is a fictional world! Sgt. Mahoney: % Uh, Bye, if I were you I would be carefully following me, no sudden moves now. Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::::::::::Mahoneys eyes are very wide as he looks at something behind Bill::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % Mahoney, listen to me Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::::::::a loud roar comes from behind Bill Bucks:::::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % ::: starts to turn around::: Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::::Mahoney grabs Bill as he sees a Kodiak Bear barely 15 feet behind him:::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % Arrrruughhh!!! Sgt. Mahoney: % Run, Bye! Sgt. Mahoney: :::::::::Sgt. Mahoney begins to run from the clearing::::::::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % :::: runs as fast as he can::: Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::::::::Trying to draw his gun as he runs:::::::::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: %There, through those trees, there's a door! Bill Bucks: % :::: runs to door::::: Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::::::::keys jingling loudly as he runs for the exit:::::::::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % Hurry! Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::::::::::::::::dives through dooor::::::::::::::::::::::: CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): MEANWHILE, DR. ZIFREID'S HOUSE OF FASHION HORRORS IS IN A SHAMBLES FROM THE FEEDBACK EXPLOSION Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan watches sparks fly around the dazed occupants of the Horror Set:: The Doctor: # :: The Doctor stands amidst the smoke and ruin of the lab set::: Dr. Zigfreid: #::Rocky stiffens and falls over, to crack into several large plastic pieces:: The Doctor: # :: The Doctor glances around and takes stock of the situation.::: Dr. Zigfreid: #::sprawled like a broken doll on the wreckage, Zigfreid moans:: Brogan MacGill: #::notices Zigfreid:: Watch out, Doctor. I think he's coming around. Dirk Lane: #:::Dirk stirs fitfully::: The Doctor: # :: The Doctor moves to Zigfreid::: Dr. Zigfreid: #::moans again, sits up slowly:: What? what? ::to Doctor:: W-who? The Doctor: # ::Kneeling by Zigfreid, the Doctor takes his head in his hands.:::: Brogan MacGill: #::Brogan quickly retrieves Dirk's gun before he wakes:: Dirk Lane: #:::Dirk sits up, shaking his head::: The Doctor: # Yes, you've been almost totally controlled, but you should be better now. Dr. Zigfreid: #::shudders, unable to look away from the Doctor's penetrating eyes:: Dirk Lane: # What happened? Brogan MacGill: # You tried to kill us, remember? ::eyes Dirk suspiciously:: Dirk Lane: # I did? Dirk Lane: # Why would I do that? Brogan MacGill: # to Dirk> You honestly don't remember chasing us through this Mickey Mouse place? Dr. Zigfreid: #::dazed:: Who - who are you? The Doctor: # :: The Doctor smiles::: I am a friend. I want to help you help yourself. Zoe Herriot: # :::Zoe whispers::: Careful, Doctor, what happens next is unpredictable... Dr. Zigfreid: #::even more confused:: Who am I? The Doctor: # :: The Doctor stands and helps Zig stand as well::: Dr. Zigfreid: #::looks down at himself:: Good Ghod! Why am I wearing THIS?? Dr. Zigfreid: #::sees the broken boy toy:: Oh Rocky --! Dr. Zigfreid: #::sees Dirk and the women, wanders over, aimlessly:: Dirk Lane: #:::looks around::: Dirk Lane: # This doesn't look familiar... Dirk Lane: # But you look familiar...:::looking at Brogan::: Dirk Lane: # And so does he...:::sees the Doctor::...and her...:::sees Zoe::: Zoe Herriot: # :::Cautiously::: What exactly is FAMILIAR about us? Dirk Lane: # Well...your appearance for one thing. Brogan MacGill: #::notices Dirk's eyes seem clearer and brighter:: You're not under the Brogan MacGill: influence anymore are you? The Doctor: # This set here is really a mixture of fantasy and reality. The Doctor: # Oh, most of the lab set is pure scenery and special effects. The Doctor: # There IS an apparatus on all of these sets which adds to the program.... The Doctor: # ...a sort of humbing accompanying signal, which is then broadcast... The Doctor: # ...into the viewing public, on a planetary scale, to program them to.... The Doctor: #..obey the commands of the elite groups who control the network programs. The Doctor: # However... :::the Doctor pauses and looks at his companions::: However... The Doctor: # Is anybody listening? The Doctor: # These sets and shows are an advanced form of mind control whereby billions The Doctor: # of people are being stunted and intellectually violated! Brogan MacGill: #::turns to Doctor:: Intellectually violated?! The Doctor: # :: The Doctor turns to Brogan::: Yes, violated. Dirk Lane: # :::hears the Doctor's words:::.....Gosh, that's awful!! Dr. Zigfreid: #::looks at the Doctor:: And someone was behind this? Dr. Zigfreid: #::scowls:: Something should be done about it. The Doctor: # Yes, my dear fellow, you were also being controlled. Brogan MacGill: #But they're not being controlled now, Doctor. What happened? Dirk Lane: # No, I seem to be thinking quite clearly, and of my own volition. Brogan MacGill: #::nods to broken autocam:: Did we break something? Zoe Herriot: # :::Shakes her head::: Doctor, :::Zoe hisses::: what you're saying is VERY dangerous! Zoe Herriot: # :::Pulls the Doctor aside::: You could completely destroy their self-constructed universe! The Doctor: # These idiotic shows numb the creativity of an entire race. The Doctor: # Good programs are avoided, and these pathetic shows we've been... The Doctor: #...wandering through are purposefully bland. It makes it all work better... The Doctor: #...when the shows are worse, I think. Brogan MacGill: #Wait a minute! Makes what work better? Dr. Zigfreid: #::frowns:: That doesn't make sense, Doctor. Better when things are worse?? The Doctor: # Yes, the numbing signal they are using works better when the show is.... The Doctor: #...also stereotypical, vapid, and predictably. Dr. Zigfreid: #::looks at himself:: I doubt I can get much worse that THIS. The Doctor: # Zigfreid, the detective, all of them were being used.... Dirk Lane: # Used? Dirk Lane: # I don't like being used...:::becomes grim-faced::: Dr. Zigfreid: #::looks up:: Well, then we have to stop it! The Doctor: # Now listen everyone, we will have to work together if we want to stop.... The Doctor: #...all of this. Dr. Zigfreid: #::pause:: Well, first, I'm getting out of these heels. ::off up the stairs:: IN THE CONTROL BOOTH, THE EXECUTIVES RECEIVE TROUBLING NEWS Executive Greed: $ My gord! The Horror show has gone to bits! It must be that Doctor! Executive Avarice: $ Well of course it is you ninny! Executive Avarice: $ Quickly, get Roger and Patty on the screen. Executive Greed: $ I'm not your porter! Executive Avarice: $ Just do it! CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): AND NOW A SPECIAL BULLETIN FOR THE NEW EASYMONEY SHOW Roger Easymoney: @::Roger brushes off his suit coat and checks his teeth with his finger:: Roger Easymoney: @Hmmm :: Noticing teeth :: Oh well they're good enough Roger Easymoney: @::Roger walks out onto set and the curtain goes up:: Executive Avarice: $ ::: a monitor pops on and Avarice face appears::: Executive Avarice: @ Roger! Roger Easymoney: @Hello folks lets get started with "The Gameshow" ::Roger smiles at applause:: Executive Greed: @ Roger!!! Roger Easymoney: @:::Noticing unwanted guests:: Oh no not you again!! Roger Easymoney: @::Thinking:: Wait a minute wait a minute! Executive Avarice: @ Listen here, Easymoney, the Doctor is wreaking havoc to htis place. Roger Easymoney: @Well hello there my most welcome guests Roger Easymoney: @Wha.. Oh my masters yes what can I do for you Executive Greed: @ I want you to go and hunt down the Doctor. Roger Easymoney: @The Doctor? Oh you mean that oddly smart fellow. Executive Avarice: @ Yes! We want him dead! Roger Easymoney: @Well death is quite serious I don't quite know how to go about it! Roger Easymoney: @But I will kill him to the best of my abilities Executive Greed: @ Just club him to death or something! We just want him dead!! Roger Easymoney: @::Roger's eyes light up:: An what may I ask is in it for me? Executive Avarice: @ Gord! Listen, we'll give you an increase of 5 credit bars if, and ONLY if, you kill Executive Greed: @ the Doctor. Executive Greed: @ And his companions. Roger Easymoney: @Hmmm well oookayyy I'll get on it right away!!! Executive Avarice: @ Good. As of right now, your show is on hiatus until the Doctor is killed. Roger Easymoney: @::Roger cringes at hiatus but then starts plotting the Doctor death:: Executive Greed: @ Remember, you'll get a raise if you kill the Doctor and his friends. Executive Avarice: @ Avarice and Greed out. Executive Greed: @ ::::the screen goes blank::: Roger Easymoney: @La la la I'm gonna kill the Doctor La la la I'm gonna kill the Doctor La la la... Roger Easymoney: @::Roger erupts in devilish laughter:: First the Doctor then the world! CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): ON THE HORROR SET, THE DOCTOR INSPIRES REBELLION Dr. Zigfreid: #::back down the stairs, still wearing chain-decorated leather pants and jacket, now with black silk t Dr. Zigfreid: #::and motorcycle boots:: The Doctor: # You and everyone on the planet you come from can be free to live.... The Doctor: #...your own lives if we can break the control of this... The Doctor: #...vast corporate ideocracy we are confronting. The Doctor: # Videocracy, idiocracy.... Dirk Lane: # Count me in, Doc! Brogan MacGill: #What do you want us to do? The Doctor: # Well, we need to break the control of the programming which is going on. Dr. Zigfreid: #Where to Doctor? The Doctor: # We need one group to go and liberate some other shows and sets. Dirk Lane: # I can do that! Brogan MacGill: #Back into that menagerie? ::says with dread:: Dirk Lane: # Sounds good to me. I've always wanted to fight a hopeful battle against incredible odds! The Doctor: # On each set, there will be a control transponder, like the one which got... The Doctor: #...hit by beneficent pistol fire here on this set. Brogan MacGill: #You mean that? ::points to smoldering autocam:: Zoe Herriot: # :::Zoe has been watching the Doctor, deep in thought:::: Zoe Herriot: #::::Zoe grimaces, thinking, so the Doctor has become a revoluntionary, eh?::: The Doctor: # Another group, perhaps including myself, must attempt to find the central The Doctor: #...power coupling and isolate this broadcasd facility. Dr. Zigfreid: #::nods, not quite sure what he's just agreed to:: The Doctor: # Nothing could be more important than what we are doing here. The Doctor: # Even slaves know that they are not free and could someday be free. The Doctor: # The people who are enslaved by these broadcasts are even worse off... The Doctor: # ...they are slaves who believe they are free. Zoe Herriot: # :::Mad and frustrated that the Doctor has continued to ignore her, Zoe sits and pouts::: Dr. Zigfreid: #::under his breath, to Zoe:: keeps on going and going and going, doesn't he? Zoe Herriot: # :::Nods glumly at Zeigfried::: My advice? Keep the shoes. Zoe Herriot: # :::Sighs::: that will at least keep you entertained during his soliloquy. Brogan MacGill: #::chuckles at Zoe's childish fit:: The Doctor: # I know some of you may think this too radical..:::looks at Zoe::: The Doctor: # ...but the sentient minds of these life forms must not be abandoned. The Doctor: # K9 is also missing and I am concerned about him. The Doctor: # Zoe, I will need you to come with me. The rest of you, decide now. Dirk Lane: # Already decided, Doc! I'm with you. Dirk Lane: # Who will be going with me to liberate the other sets? Brogan MacGill: # I'll go if you promise not to shoot at me again. Dirk Lane: # :::smiles charmingly at Brogan::: I promise not to shoot at you, Miss. Brogan MacGill: #To Dirk> Just call me Brogan, ok? No dame or miss please. I hate titles. Dirk Lane: # Of course...Brogan. :::smiles again::: Dr. Zigfreid: #::shrugs:: I'm with you, Doctor. Brogan MacGill: #To Doc>Dirk and I will go "liberate" the actors, Doctor. Where do you want us to meet after? The Doctor: # If all goes well, you'll find us in the power room, Brogan. ::looks to Zoe:: Zoe Herriot: #:::Taking advantage of the sudden attention, Zoe stands resolutely::: I am NOT going. CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): THE PATTY HOMEMAKER SHOW RECEIVES AN UNEXPECTED CALLER Patty Homemaker: %::Patty hums as she vacuums the floor:: Executives: & :::the TV screen on the set turns on and Greed and Avarice show up on it::: Executive Avarice: & Patty, your assistance is needed. Patty Homemaker: &Well wellwaht a sur..well it's um nice..no hello Patty Homemaker: &Assistance? What do I need to do? Executive Greed: & Patty, the DOctor is trying to destroy us! We need you to go and find him and Executive Greed: & kill him! Executive Greed: & He's already destroyed the Horror Show! Patty Homemaker: &Kill like as in death Oh golly gee I don't know death is quite the undertaking! Patty Homemaker: &But if thats what you want then that is what I will DO!! Executive Avarice: & Do whatever you need to do, but we want him DEAD!!!! Patty Homemaker: & Ummm wait how do you kill someone? :She says meekly:: Executives: & ::in unison:: Oh GORD!!! Executive Greed: & Just go and take that large chef knife and slit the Doctor's throat. Easymoney's Executive Greed: & already out there looking for him. Patty Homemaker: &Please don't yell! I mean I'll think of some.. I know my vacum!!! Patty Homemaker: &Can I use my vacuum huh huh can I can I Executive Avarice: & Ok, whatever, just kill him. Avarice and Greed out. ::the screen goes blank::: Patty Homemaker: &::Patty runs her hands over the vacuum as though it were a child:: We will kill them my Patty Homemaker: &sweet and then we will rule!! CHANNEL 13 (HORROR SHOW): TROUBLE ON THE HORROR SET, THE DOCTOR'S COMPANION ZOE TAKES AN ETHICAL STAND Zoe Herriot: # Doctor, you are being illogical and foolish. This is NO time to be a hero. Dr. Zigfreid: #::folds arms, this looks interesting:: The Doctor: # :: The Doctor turns to Zoe:::: Yes. I am sorry. I am listening. The Doctor: # :: The Doctor quietly listens to Zoe::: Zoe Herriot: # Finally :::Zoe says sarcastically::: now that you're done with your disciples. Zoe Herriot: # Doctor, :::said earnestly, seriously:::: you are risking TOO much! Zoe Herriot: # And giving these ...er... people :::pauses::: false hope. Dr. Zigfreid: #::mildly:: better than no hope at all, lovey The Doctor: # Zoe, hope is never false. By its very nature, it shines brightest in the dark Zoe Herriot: # Hope? :::Makes a face::: Doctor, I BELIEVE in Hope. But this is beyond hope. Zoe Herriot: # Don't you see? You promise them visions of a utopia you cannot POSSIBLY guarantee. Zoe Herriot: # And in reality :::: shudders::: you're probably just destroying their sense of self. Brogan MacGill: #Zoe, what sense of self do you think these people truly have? The Doctor: # Zoe, they have been robbed of their selves for too long. Zoe Herriot: #:::sputtering::: But, Bu-but this is ... :::Waves arms about:::: this is foolish! Brogan MacGill: #Their whole world is a lie. Better to know the truth, even if it is hopeless. The Doctor: # I'm not betting on a horse race here, Zoe. The Doctor: # I am not figuring out the odds. The Doctor: # I see an great evil force crushing the minds of millions and I have to act. Dirk Lane: # I'd rather have a choice, and go down fighting, than just give in, Zoe. Zoe Herriot: # ::::Pauses:::: You'd rather go down fighting. Yes, Doctor, you always WERE that illogical. Zoe Herriot: # Champion of the universe, that's him ::: Mutters to herself, fondly, no longer angry::: Zoe Herriot: # :::Sighs, rolls her eyes::: Okay, Doctor, I will come with you... but .... Zoe Herriot: # ... but I think you're making a GRAVE mistake. The Doctor: # Zoe, if you can think of a better way, let's try it. But I want to cut the power Brogan MacGill: #::stands back and whispers to Dirk:: I wish we'd just do something already. Dirk Lane: # :::whispers to Brogan:: I think we'll ssee action soon. The Doctor: # Prof. Zigfreid, lead on. Dr. Zigfreid: #::dryly:: Well, we poor, hopeless minions will just HAVE to do the best we can, mustn't we? Dr. Zigfreid: #::raises his chin, beautifully offended and marches off:: The Doctor: # :: The Doctor follows Zigfreid out of the lab::: And don't get hurt! ::yells back to Brogan and Dirk:: Brogan MacGill: #::nods back at Doctor's command and exits set via the ballroom door:: Brogan MacGill: #To Dirk>Looks like that's our cue. Which way first? Dirk Lane: # Oh, after you, Brogan! Dirk Lane: #:::holds out his hand::: Dirk Lane: # Oh, and may I have my gun back? Dirk Lane: #:::follows Brogan thru the ballroom door exit::: CONTROL BOOTH: HAVING DISPATCHED EASYMONEY AND PATTY TO KILL THE DOCTOR, THE EXECS RETURN TO INTERROGATING K9 Executive Greed: $ Well, that's done. What now? Executive Avarice: $ We interrogate the dog. :::turns to where K9 was::: Executive Greed: $ Oh no! He's gone!!! +++++++ MIDDLE ++++++++++ CHANNEL 5 (D-DAY HOUR): MAHONEY AND BUCKS STUMBLE THROUGH DOOR NUMBER TWO AMIDST AN INVASION OF NAZI FRANCE Bill Bucks: % what the? Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::::::::::::::falls onto hands and knees on a beach:::::::::::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % Sweet Mary...... Bill Bucks: % But this can't be happening... it's... Bill Bucks: % Look OUT! Bomb! Bill Bucks: % ::::runs for cover::: Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::::::::::a bomb explodes to Mahoney's left sending a shower of sand into the air::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::::::::::Leaps up to his feet and runs down the beach, wildly looking for cover:::::::: Bill Bucks: % ::::::rolls away::::: Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::::::draws his gun:::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % ::::lies down to catch breath.:::: Bill Bucks: % Yeah sure mahoney, like that's going to work agaain'st bombs. Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::::::::sees some rocks further up the beach::::::::::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % Run for the Rocks bye! :::::::::pointing them out::::::::: Bill Bucks: % :::get's up and runs::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::::::::begins to run in a zig zag towards the rocks:::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % See what I mean?! This isn't real! Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::::::::bombs exploding around him::::::::::::: Bill Bucks: % ::::runs for deal life:::: Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::::::::dives behind rocks wheezing loudly::::::::: Bill Bucks: % ::: The impact of an explowion knocks Bucks off his feet:::: Bill Bucks: % :;:::get's back up::: Sgt. Mahoney: % Bye, I dona Know what is going on here, but I think I've had just about enough. Bill Bucks: % This is a show. WE are characters in a show Sgt. Mahoney: % If you expext me to believe that balderdash you've been telling me!....... Bill Bucks: % Well how do you explain this?! You and I both know WW1 isn't happening. Sgt. Mahoney: % Aye, I'll grant you that I don't think that this WW I. Bill Bucks: % well, what do you think it is? Sgt. Mahoney: % I can believe that this is a movie set, but I know I am not some charector! Bill Bucks: % Movie set? Where's the directors? The makeup crew? Sgt. Mahoney: % Probubly walked into a movie studio. I dona know! Bill Bucks: % Wouldn't they have shouted CUT by now, seeing we're running around int their "movie" Sgt. Mahoney: % But I do know that I am not an actor! Bill Bucks: % You're NOT an actor. We're not here by will. We're just characters. Bill Bucks: % The producers are the one s that run teh show Bill Bucks: % and they're pullin gthe srings in Vision World. Sgt. Mahoney: % :::stops and looks at Bill::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % The Producers is it? Sgt. Mahoney: % That I can deal with, Mafia are they? Bill Bucks: % NO Bill Bucks: % You don't get it do you, we're not REAL people with normal lives. Sgt. Mahoney: % Ah, so... Working for the Mafia are you? Bill Bucks: % Can't you get that? Bill Bucks: % and NO I don't work for the mafia Sgt. Mahoney: % Now you just take me to these Mafia guys, see? Bill Bucks: % The producers are not in this as a crime, theyu're just here having fun at OUR expense Bill Bucks: % starting us up or shutting us down, by the push of a button Bill Bucks: % And how do you expect me to find them Sgt. Mahoney: % Fun is it. We'll see how much fun they have in the lock up. Bill Bucks: % They control this world, we'll never make it alive Sgt. Mahoney: % Now, you get moving, :::: points gun at Bill:::: Take me to your boss's, Now. Bill Bucks: % I'm telling you I don't know where they are. Bill Bucks: % and if I were you , I'd put that thing away Bill Bucks: % right now I'm your only alley Sgt. Mahoney: % Well, we'll start with that door right over there. :: he points to the right:::: Bill Bucks: % :;:turns to the door and heads towards it::: Bill Bucks: % ::: turns the knob, opens the door:::: Sgt. Mahoney: % :::walkling after Bill:::: Mafia, should have expected it. Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::Mumbling to himself about the Mafia and Lucky's murder:::::: EN ROUTE TO THE POWER STATION, THE DOCTOR, ZIGFREID AND ZOE SET OFF ON A MISSION TO FREE THE INHABITANTS OF VISION WORLD AMIDST A DEBATE OVER ETHICS AND REALITY The Doctor: $ Now I wonder where K9 can be? Zoe Herriot: $ :::Zoe shakes her head, and follows the Doctor::: Zoe Herriot: $::: But, Zoe reasons to herself, what happens when, in order to 'champion' these people::: Zoe Herriot: $ ::: ... you DESTROY their myth? What then? :::: The Doctor: $ Zoe, this isn't their myth or their fable. These broadcasts are designed to... The Doctor: $ ...destroy independent thought, not promote it. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Her thoughts interrupted, Zoe eyes the Doctor suspiciously::: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Thinks to herself, did the Doctor just read my mind? ... or was that a coincidence?::: The Doctor: $ The people are lulled into a life of boring servitude and consumption. Dr. Zigfreid: $::rolls his eyes as the Doctor starts up again:: Dr. Zigfreid: $::cold:: I daresay you think we wouldn't know an independent thought if we fell over it Zoe Herriot: $ :::said aloud::: Doctor, you and I might think that... but you have to admit,... Zoe Herriot: $ ... you're being VERY unscientific. The Doctor: $ Unscientific? Me? Thank goodness I'm finally growing up. Zoe Herriot: $ I admit, :::Zoe continues::: The lives of these people is one dimensional... and contorted Dr. Zigfreid: $So SORRY you don't approve Zoe Herriot: $ :::Pauses:::: No offense meant, really ::: stammers::: Dr. Zigfreid: $::icy:: And I suppose *I* don't think at all?? The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor claps Zig on the back::: Of course you do, when you can think... The Doctor: $ ...for yourself! Zoe Herriot: $ :::Resolutely::: No matter. I agree, this world IS being controlled by an evil entity. The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor stops::: That looks like a power station ahead, really. CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): HAPPY HOMEMAKER TAKES A HORRIFYING TURN Brogan MacGill: &::Brogan opens Patty Homemaker's kitchen door and peeks inside:: Dirk Lane: &:::Dirk stands behind Brogan and peeks in also::: Brogan MacGill: &::groans:: I hate sitcoms. I wonder where the Happy Homemaker is. Patty Homemaker: &La la la gonna kill the Doc la la la gonna kill the Doc! Brogan MacGill: &::hears Patty vacuuming in the living room:: Dirk Lane: &:::whispers to Brogan::: Well, I guess we should find the control device. Patty Homemaker: &::Patty listens but just continues vacuming:: Brogan MacGill: &::whispers:: This way. Keep your eye out for Patty while I track down that Brogan MacGill: control gizmo. Brogan MacGill: &::creeps into kitchen scanning the walls in search of the autocam:: Dirk Lane: & :::whispers::: Got it! Patty Homemaker: &::Patty turns off vacum and gets box of bon-bons:: Mmmmm Patty Homemaker: &::Patty drops box and grabs vacum:: Dirk Lane: &::::follows Brogan inside, looking out for Patty::: Brogan MacGill: &::spins toward Dirk:: Where?! :raises voice a bit to loudly:: Patty Homemaker: &You well... Brogan MacGill: &::scrunches face:: I thought saw that gizmo! Be quiet or she'll hear us. Patty Homemaker: &::Patty turns on vacum and starts sucking things up:: Dirk Lane: &:::hears the vacuuming starting up again:::: Patty Homemaker: &La la la gonna kill the doc la la la..... Brogan MacGill: &::creeps toward back staircase directly behind Patty:: Dirk Lane: &:::Follows, watching carefully::: Brogan MacGill: &::edges around corner and sees autocam disguised as light fixture directly Brogan MacGill: above Patty:: Patty Homemaker: &::She has eyes closed and does not notice the others:: Brogan MacGill: &::points at autocam:: Great. How do we get to it? Dirk Lane: &:::aims his gun::: How about this way? Patty Homemaker: &::The vacum seemingly breaks down:: Hmph great now what! Brogan MacGill: &Just make sure you hit it the first time. Patty Homemaker: &::Patty spins around and sees them:: What NOO Brogan MacGill: &Quick! Shoot now Dirk! Dirk Lane: &:::takes careful aim::: Of course!! Patty Homemaker: &::Patty turns on vac and turns it on Dirk:: Dirk Lane: &::::the gun is sucked right out of Dirk's hand::: Patty Homemaker: &::She luckily sucks up gun:: Ha ha ha Dirk Lane: & Give that back! Patty Homemaker: &Never I win ha ha gonna kill the Doc and you too!! MEANWHILE DEEP THE THE RECESSES OF VISION WORLD, THE DOCTOR AND COMPANY ARRIVE AT THE POWER STATION TO ENGAGE IN A BIT OF SABOTAGE BUT A NASTY SURPRISE AWAITS The Doctor: $ Now, where shall we break this circuit? Dr. Zigfreid: $::Still stiff jawed and offended:: Dr. Zigfreid: $::giving Zoe an icy stare:: I suppose I don't have the INTELLECT to be offended Zoe Herriot: $ :::Said, not unkindly::: No, I believe you are completely capable of being offended. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Shrugs, thinking, well, I've managed to prove my point to no one::: The Doctor: $ :::Suddenly, Zoe & Zig are caught in a force field and cannot move:::: Dr. Zigfreid: $::hisses through his teeth:: Dr. Zigfreid: $Bit of a sticky wicket, Doctor The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor turns and looks at his companions::: Roger Easymoney: $Hello folks its a nice day ehh The Doctor: $ ::: Lights shine, the crowd applauds, cheesy music plays::: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Gritting her teeth::: Zeigfried, I just want you to know before we die... I'm sorry. Dr. Zigfreid: $::mildly:: Thank you, my life may be one-dimensional, but it's the only one I have. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Rolls her eyes and sighs::: that's NOT what I meant! The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor moves toward Zig & Zoe but cannot reach them::: Roger Easymoney: $You know what Doc I think I've got an idea The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor turns towards Roger Easymoney::: Roger Easymoney: $You see I'm supposed to well make you play sort of a game The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor mumbles at the word game::: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Visions of the Mind Robber and the Gamemaster run through Zoe's head::: Roger Easymoney: $Now you know I've got another idea why don't I ask the questions and then you can answer or Roger Easymoney: DIE Roger Easymoney: $But I'm sure that won't happen I mean your sooo good and all Zoe Herriot: $ :::She thinks to herself::: what will happen first? Will my face be rearranged? Dr. Zigfreid: $::swallows hard:: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor whispers to Zoe::: Play him for me! The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor moves off to the side, away from the rest::: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Struggling to situate herself, Zoe calls out::: I'll play. Dr. Zigfreid: $::calm:: I'm game Roger Easymoney: $How about that the girl has spunk I like that! Roger Easymoney: $And so does the little old man hmm well its a nice balance why not! Zoe Herriot: $ :::Appraises Zeigfried::: Old? Indeed. Dr. Zigfreid: $::snorts:: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Zoe thinks to herself, at least I'll show the Doctor that I'm not AFRAID of FIGHTING::: Roger Easymoney: $Well are you ready? CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): PATTY HOMEMAKER TURNS HER VACUUM 0' DOOM ON THE MEDDLING BROGAN AND DIRK LANE, PRIVATE EYE. Brogan MacGill: &::Vacuum continues sucking Dirk toward it, Brogan grabs his arm to hold him back:: Dirk Lane: &:::tries to hold his ground, keep from being sucked in::: Brogan MacGill: &::magazines, books and picture frames fly off the walls grazing Brogan in their journey toward Patty's vacuum:: Brogan MacGill: & Can't... hold... on... ::slips a step:: Patty Homemaker: & ::meniacal laughter:: I win! I win! Gonna die now. You're both gonna die! Brogan MacGill: &::furiously tries to hold onto Dirk but is dragged toward the vacuum with him:: IN THE POWER STATION, EASYMONEY PUTS ZOE AND ZIGFREID TO A DANGEROUS TEST Roger Easymoney: $Okay this is how we play I ask a question like what is the mass of the earth??? Zoe Herriot: $ :::Thinking quickly, to stall time::: Well, mass in what sense? Zoe Herriot: $ :::Quickly::: and don't we need to know the rules first? I need a contract. Roger Easymoney: $Now I need an answer quickly what is the mass of the earth? Dr. Zigfreid: $::playing for time:: longitudinally or diametricly Zoe Herriot: $ Well, it doesn't seem fair not to qualify your question. Roger Easymoney: $Wha.. a contract no one gets a contract I can't think Zoe Herriot: $ :::Stubbornly::: Why not? A contract seems necessary. A legal binding document. Zoe Herriot: $:::adds::: in case we should win, and all. Roger Easymoney: $Your doing that on purpose just to confuse me shut up shut up I'll go mad.... Dr. Zigfreid: $::dryly:: not half there are you? Zoe Herriot: $ :::rambling on::: I mean, if we don't have a contract, we could really rob you! Roger Easymoney: $::Roger stares her down::You won't win trust me::Under his breath:: That could be true but Roger Easymoney: trust me Zoe Herriot: $ :::Smiles winningly::: and we wouldn't want to do that. Roger Easymoney: $I mean you don't need a contract okay? Zoe Herriot: $ Come, come, at least take the time to LOOK for the contract. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Insistent::: what if you're wrong? You know you'll lose your job. Roger Easymoney: $LOOK::obviously upset:: You don't need a contract cause I said you didn't OKAY?? Dr. Zigfreid: $::coolly:: and WHO are you to say what's legally binding? Zoe Herriot: $ :::Looks concerned::: Oh, I didn't mean to UPSET you. It's just that... Zoe Herriot: $ ... I'm looking out for your best welfare. Roger Easymoney: $Now please you'll embarass me in front of the execs...er I mean oh darn! Zoe Herriot: $ :::Nods, knowingly::: yes, I know, I know, the execs are not very understanding. Dr. Zigfreid: $after all, wouldn't want to suggest you're UNQUAlIFIED for the position Roger Easymoney: $Mmmy bbest welfare::He stutters uncontrolably:: W-W-ell I..I guess s-sso Zoe Herriot: $ :::Nods at Zeigfried::: right, that's right. Being UNQUALIFIED would be very bad. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Smiles again::: so, now, shall we discuss our contract first? Roger Easymoney: $C-Contract y-yes of course contract Dr. Zigfreid: $::smiles:: yes, now the first clause? CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): BROGAN AND DIRK FACE CERTAIN DEATH AT THE HANDS OF PATTY HOMEMAKER'S KILLER VACUUM CLEANER Brogan MacGill: &::furiously tries to hold onto Dirk but is dragged toward the vacuum with him:: K9 mk 4: & :::the door blows to pieces as K9 enters::: K9 mk 4: & Hello Mistress Brogan. Brogan MacGill: &K9!! :exclaims in relief:: Help us! Patty Homemaker: &What a little metal tin can! K9 mk 4: & :::extends nose gun and stuns Patty::: Patty Homemaker: &::Patty falls to floor unconcious:: Dirk Lane: &:::Stumbles into Brogan when the suction suddenly disappears:::: Brogan MacGill: &::vacuum drops to the floor sucking up Dirk's feet instead:: Brogan MacGill: &::Brogan falls under Dirk's weight and hits the prefab wall hard, wall breaks:: Dirk Lane: & :::Vacuum switches aim up towards the autocam:::: Brogan MacGill: &The control device, K9! The light fixture. ::points above Patty's head:: Destroy it. K9 mk 4: & :::blasts the light fixture off the fake ceiling::: Dirk Lane: &::::vacuum sucks up the light fixture:::: Dirk Lane: &:::smashing it to tiny bits::: CONTROL BOOTH: MONITORING THEIR SETS, THE EXECS RECEIVE MORE BAD NEWS Executives: @ :::Greed and Avarice are frantically trying to keep the station together::: Executive Greed: @ Oh no! Patty is out! Her signal's dead! Executive Avarice: @ Release the drones to hunt down the alien anomolies at once. Executive Avarice: @ In fact, let them send out the broadcast signal that kills. Executive Greed: @::rubs hands wickedly and presses an ominous red button on the control console:: CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): IN THE CHAOS OF THE HOMEMAKER SHOW, DIRK, BROGAN AND K9 HAVE LITTLE TIME TO RECOVER Brogan MacGill: &::Brogan picks herself up and surveys the smoldering mess around her:: Dirk Lane: &:::Dirk stands up too, dust's himself off::: Dirk Lane: & :::To K9::: Thanks for the rescue! K9 mk 4: & No thanks necessary. Brogan MacGill: &::blinks repeatedly as the color begins to filter back into the set:: Brogan MacGill: &::looks around in awe:: It's all a fake. Everything in here is made of cheap cardboard cutouts! K9 mk 4: & Affirmative. It is a TV studio set. Dirk Lane: &:::Walks over to Patty, tries to wake her up:::: Dirk Lane: &:::shakes Patty's shoulder:::: Ma'am.....wake up Ma'am.... Brogan MacGill: &::inspects Patty's limp form:: Is she a fake too, K9? Dirk Lane: $:::looks over at Brogan:::: She won't wake up. Brogan MacGill: &::notices Patty's image is flickering as if in freeze frame:: Look at that. K9 mk 4: & :::scanning::: Dirk Lane: &:::tries to touch Patty now, but can't::: Brogan MacGill: &::tries to touch Patty, but some forcefield keeps her from feeling skin:: Brogan MacGill: &K9, what's going on? ::says with sudden concern:: Brogan MacGill: &She should be free of the control like he is. ::pounts to Dirk:: K9 mk 4: & She is not real. She is an advanced hologram. Brogan MacGill: &A hologram?! Then we've wasted our time trying to free her. K9 mk 4: & I do not know, Mistress. Brogan MacGill: &If all the other actors are just holograms, then they don't really exist. K9 mk 4: & {S Affrimative Dirk Lane: & But I'm real! ::::pats himself::: K9 mk 4: & {S Affirmative Brogan MacGill: &Yes, you're real. ::thinks:: I have a feeling we better get moving before Brogan MacGill: whoever controls this place figures out where we are. Dirk Lane: &::::Looks over at the doorway as two menacing people in suits appear::: Dirk Lane: & Who are you, pal? Accountant Drones: &::suddenly the two figures in leisure suits and sunglasses burst through the Accountant Drones: kitchen door:: Accountant Drones: &::drones survey the alien intruders and point their calculater lasers at them:: Accountant Drones: &:::Figures take out their efficient pocket calculators, aim them at our heroes::: Dirk Lane: & Get down Brogan! CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): WHILE ZOE AND ZIGFRIED PLAY EASYMONEY'S DEADLY GAME, THE DOCTOR DIGS THROUGH THE CONTROLS BACKSTAGE The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor moves to a panel behind a bank of lights::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor realizes this is not an important panel at all::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor looks for the proper way to turn the force field off::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor mumbles as he seeks the circuitry to destroy::: Why.... The Doctor: $ ...why am I always turning OFF the machines of the mad? The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor struggles to pull open a panel at the rear of the set::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor is seen by two sound men, who try and stop him::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor manages to avoid the soundmen, as they bump into each other::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor forces open a panel, and uses the sonic screwdriver::: The Doctor: $ ::: The control panel explodes in a mass of sparks worthy of the BBC::: CHANNEL 52 (HOMEMAKER SHOW): BROGAN, DIRK AND K9 FACE THE ATTACK OF KILLER ACCOUNTANTS K9 mk 4: & Warning: Enemy's programing contains broadcast patterns that kill. Accountant Drones: & Anomoly identified. Expediate negative margin index coeffiecient. Accountant Drones: &::drone fires laser at Brogan and Dirk:: Dirk Lane: &:::throws himself into Brogan, knocking her out of the path of a laser!::: Dirk Lane: & :::whispers to Brogan::: We've got to get out of here, now! Accountant Drones: &:: fire another blast of lasers just over Dirk's head:: Brogan MacGill: &::ducks laser and grabs Dirk by the shoulder:: Great. Any ideas which way is out? Dirk Lane: & :::winces at a flash of memory:::: Dirk Lane: & Wasn't it the pet door? K9 mk 4: & {S Affirmative Dirk Lane: & :::reaches over, grabs the vacuum, throws it at the suits to distract them::: Brogan MacGill: &K9, which way to the Doctor? K9 mk 4: & Through the pet door. Brogan MacGill: &::Brogan ducks as another laser blast strikes wall above her head:: Dirk Lane: &:::pulls Brogan over to the pet door::: Accountant Drones: &::menacingly move between the renegades and exit door:: Brogan MacGill: &That way's blocked! ::shouts in frustration:: Brogan MacGill: &::shrugs off Dirk and makes a dash for the stairs instead:: Accountant Drones: & ::advance on Dirk and K9:: Accountant Drones: & Alien expenditure identified. Halt for deitemization! Brogan MacGill: &::finds an exit door at top of stairs, slams into it pushing it open:: Brogan MacGill: &::falls onto a corridor and yells down stairs:: Dirk, K9! This way out! Brogan MacGill: &::waits anxiously at top of stairs:: Accountant Drones: & ::fires calculator laser at Dirk:: Dirk Lane: &::::follows Brogan up the stairs, dodging laser beams::: Accountant Drones: & ::beams killer minus cosign at K9:: K9 mk 4: & ::: fires at the drones and then goes up the stairs::: Dirk Lane: &:::leaps thru the exit into the corridor::: K9 mk 4: & :::goes on through::: Accountant Drones: &::Drones charge up stairs, Brogan slams exit door on their faces:: Accountant Drones: &:::drones begin firing their lasers into the door::: CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): ON EASYMONEY'S SET, ZOE AND ZIGFREID'S GAME IS HALTED BY A SUDDEN EXPLOSION :: EASYMONEY'S SET EXPLODES TO REVEAL THE POWER ROOM ONCE AGAIN :: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Zoe Squeals, hiding her face from the explosion:::: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Even at BBC effects, Zoe's squeal is convincing and true. A born actress::: Roger Easymoney: $I I ..:: Roger suddenly feezes and his eyes lose all feeling as he is turned into ..a DRONE Dr. Zigfreid: $::able to move, heads over to Roger:: And my first clause is --::a right cross to the jaw:: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Zoe watches Roger, fascinated::: Dr. Zigfreid: $:::Roger hits the ground with a bang:: Well, THAT was easy. Dr. Zigfreid: $::to Zoe:: not bad for a one-dimensional slave, eh? Zoe Herriot: $ :::giggles::: not bad at all. Dr. Zigfreid: $::hands on hips:: Here, Doctor, where are you? CONTROL BOOTH: THE EXECS SEE THE EXPLOSION ON THE GAME SHOW Executive Greed: @ Oh no! Now Easymoney and Patty are out! Their signals are dead! Executive Avarice: @ Fine then. Put all programming on hiatus as of now and put up a broadcast pattern. Executive Greed: @ Done. What now? Executive Avarice: @ Send the drones to kill the renegades. Executive Greed: @ I'll get on to that. Executive Avarice: @ Right away! Executive Greed: @ ::grumbles as he presses some buttons on a console:: Executive Greed: @ Drones are sent. Executive Avarice: @ Now let's hope they do their job, or we'll have to go to a new studio. CHANNEL 7 (GAME SHOW): THE DOCTOR REAPPEARS FROM BACKSTAGE, GLANCING TO SEE HIS FRIENDS UNHARMED AND EASYMONEY FROZEN IN FREEZEFRAME The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor steps back from the explosion, and returns to the set::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor proceeds to the editing desk off to the side of the set itself::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor sits down at an editing seat and begins adjusting the monitors... The Doctor: $ ...in front of him, switching through the programs.::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor begins to array the different programs in front of him.:::: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor is studying the programming carefully.::: The Doctor: $ Yes, the inaudible tone behind the program dulls the frontal lobes. The Doctor: $ It is a very, very evil broadcast. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Turns to Doctor::: Really??? How interesting. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Walks over to the Doctor::: let me have a look. The Doctor: $ Zoe, it is just as I thought! Dr. Zigfreid: $::finds them:: oh, there you are. Zoe Herriot: $ :::eyes widen::: Dr. Zigfreid: $::peeks over the Doctor's shoulder:: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor is concerned by one screen, the last one on the left.::: Dr. Zigfreid: $::frowns:: Who are they? ::points at Mahoney's program:: The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor adjusts the brioghtness of that screen so that it is barely visible::: The Doctor: $ Don't look at monitor number one, please. Dr. Zigfreid: $::frowns:: why not? The Doctor: $ I am very serious, do not stare at it. Dr. Zigfreid: $::shrugs:: Very well ::looks away:: The Doctor: $ No, #1. Which one were you looking at Zig? Dr. Zigfreid: $::points to number five, where Mahoney and Bill bucks are stadning staring at each other:: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Zoe glances secretively at the screens, wondering about the synthetic lives::: The Doctor: $ Yes, #5. A perfect example of this entire system. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Zoe looks away, wondering, if the Doctor really IS doing the right thing...::: The Doctor: $ Monitor #1, on the other hand, contains a far more dangerous signal. Dr. Zigfreid: $::frowns:: They don't know who they are or what they're doing. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Curiously::: why? The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor lifts his head::: Listen, what is that noise? Dr. Zigfreid: $::turns, listening:: Zoe Herriot: $ :::Listens::: i don't... Zoe Herriot: $ :::shakes head::: what noise? The Doctor: $ I think I hear some familiar noises! VISION WORLD CORRIDORS: ESCAPING FROM THE ACCOUNTANT DRONES ON THE HOMEMAKER SHOW, BROGAN, DIRK AND K9 REGROUP Dirk Lane: & Now, which way to the Doc? K9 mk 4: & The power room. Brogan MacGill: &Follow K9. He's the hunter dog around here. ::takes off in a hurry after K9:: Dirk Lane: &:::takes off following Brogan and K9:::: Accountant Drones: &::drones' laser melts doorknob, exit door opens but the corridor is empty:: ON THE REMNANT'S OF THE GAMESHOW AND POWER ROOM, THE DOCTOR, ZOE AND ZIGFREID HERE FAMILIAR NOISES HEADED THEIR WAY. The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor takes out his pocket watch and scans the area::: Dr. Zigfreid: $::nods:: I think company is coming. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Listens hard::: Oh, yes! :::Excited::: k9 and company! Dr. Zigfreid: $::curious:: that's a dog? Fascinating K9 mk 4: $ :::K9 and Company enter the room::: Dr. Zigfreid: $::ducks laser beams:: well, REALLY! Brogan MacGill: $::runs into Doctor and co, stops, still panting:: Dirk Lane: $:::looks around at the power room::: The Doctor: $ K9! Where have you been? What do you have to report, old dog? K9 mk 4: $ The station has bee shut down and a signal that is being broacasts causes a mind wipe in K9 mk 4: $ humans. The Doctor: $ I thought so! Brogan MacGill: $Not just that... :tries to catch breath:: There are some nasty looking Brogan MacGill: accountant drones after us. Dirk Lane: $:::looks around for anything to use as a weapon against the drones::: Dirk Lane: $:::looking around madly for some IRS audit papers:::: Dirk Lane: $:::picks up a spanner instead::: The Doctor: $ Listen everyone, Monitor #1 has a signal they are about to broadcast. Dr. Zigfreid: $::walks around K9:: The Doctor: $ If K9 is right, it will wipe the minds of everyone viewing it. Zoe Herriot: $ :::Frowns, contemplating::: That's horrible! Dr. Zigfreid: $::stops looking at K9:: Dr. Zigfreid: $::nods:: Can't we just smash the monitor? Dirk Lane: $ Then they must be stopped from sending it! The Doctor: $ Brogan, you and your friends carry on, I've got to stop that signal! The Doctor: $ Do what you can. Brogan MacGill: $Why did I think you were gonna give that job to me, Doctor? ::says sarcastically:: Zoe Herriot: $ Doctor, I'm coming with you. The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor turns to Zoe::: Now, who is the revolutionary? :::smiles::: Zoe Herriot: $ ::: Makes a face::: Doc-tor... K9 mk 4: $ We must hurry, The Doctor: $ :: The Doctor charges out of the door::: My scan says this way..... Zoe Herriot: $ :::Follows the Doctor::: Dr. Zigfreid: $::after the Doctor:: The Doctor: $ ::: As a wild and rag tag strong of adventurers, they race towards the execs.::: ++++++ ENDING +++++++ CHANNEL 5 (THE ACTOR'S WARDROBE): IN THE ADVENTURES OF OUT OF WORK VISION WORLD ACTORS, MAHONEY AND BUCKS MAKE A TROUBLING DISCOVERY Bill Bucks: % :::::Looks around the new place, a large actor's wardrobe::: Bill Bucks: % Look mahoney Bill Bucks: % Now tell me that story about the Mafia. Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::::looking around at the wardrobe room::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % Well, here be the answer to your question. Sgt. Mahoney: % Wardrobe room for the WW movie we just left. Bill Bucks: % Wait... something is comming back I..... Bill Bucks: % I.... Sgt. Mahoney: % :::looks over and sees two people in booths:::: Sgt. Mahoney: % Now what is that? Bill Bucks: % Easymoney... Sgt. Mahoney: ::::::begins to walk over towards them::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: ::::sees Roger Easymoney and Patty in cubicles::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % Now look at this Bye. Bill Bucks: % ::::::looks at what Mahoney is looking at::: Sgt. Mahoney: :::::Mahoney's eyes widen and his gun drops from his hand::::: Bill Bucks: % This was... all a... a... Sgt. Mahoney: % :::: his hand moves to is temple::::: Bill Bucks: % :::::a look of disbelief dawns upon his face::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % What...... I can't...... What am I doing dressed in this ridiculous costume? Bill Bucks: % Wha, I... you were.... no wait... Bill Bucks: % I don't know Sgt. Mahoney: % Wait, now I've been chasing you... Bill Bucks: % I remember some bombs.. you were pointing a gun at me! Sgt. Mahoney: % Mafia Kingpins?! Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::::slowly shakes his head:::::: Bill Bucks: % No, no... I :::: thinks::::::: this is heavy Sgt. Mahoney: % :::glares at the room in general::::: Bill Bucks: % I want to go home. Sgt. Mahoney: % Now I remember! Those two jerks brainwashed me! Bill Bucks: % Two... You're right. Now I remeber everything. Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::Looks wildly around the room::::: Bill Bucks: % I didn't want to stay. Bill Bucks: % Where are we? Sgt. Mahoney: % I don't know about you, but I am very displeased with those two. Bill Bucks: % I say it's pay back time. Sgt. Mahoney: % ::::Begins talking to the room in general:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % :::nods his head yes at Bill:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % You hear me! We're coming for you! Bill Bucks: % You're going to get it when we find you. Sgt. Mahoney: %::::::::::::Reaches down and picks up his gun::::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::grins at Bill:::::: They shouldn't have given me this. Bill Bucks: % Yeah, but I'm worried abou is if it's just a prop Sgt. Mahoney: % Only one way to find out. :::turns and shoots the wall:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::a hole appears in the wall:::::: Sgt. Mahoney: % Real enough, wouldn't you say? Bill Bucks: % good enough for me Bill Bucks: % Let's go find em Sgt. Mahoney: % :::::pulls his billyclub out and hands it to BIll:::::: Bill Bucks: % Thanks ::: takes club:: Sgt. Mahoney: % You'll need this. Sgt. Mahoney: %:::::starts to walk towards exit:::::: Bill Bucks: % :::: follows::: STANDING GUARD OUTSIDE THE CONTROL BOOTH, BROGAN AND DIRK TRY TO BUY TIME FOR THE DOCTOR Brogan MacGill: $::hears pitter patter of expensive leather shoes approaching:: Dirk Lane: $ :::stands near the door, waiting for the drones to pop thru::: Accountant Drone: $::drones march steadily after the intruders:: Brogan MacGill: $::stands on otherside of the door listening to the approaching drones:: Dirk Lane: $:::As the first drone pops thru, Dirk brings his spanner down on its shoulder:::: Accountant Drone: $::drone drops calculater laser, reaches for pen knife:: Dirk Lane: $:::Dirk steps on Drone's hand, hard:::: Dirk Lane: $ I wouldn't do that, if I were you! Dirk Lane: $::::smiles evilly::: Dirk Lane: $ :::Dirk drops to the floor, rolls into the drone, knocking him over:: Dirk Lane: $:::Turns around, knocks out the drone with a shot to the chin:: Dirk Lane: $:::grabs the laser from the Drone as it crumples:: Dirk Lane: $ Gimme that! Accountant Drone: $::2nd drone advances on Brogan aiming laser:: Frivolous expenditure denied! Brogan MacGill: $::Brogan kicks drone to deflect laser shot:: Brogan MacGill: $::laser beam bounces off wall:: Brogan MacGill: $::prefab wall splinters and shatters above Brogan's head as she ducks:: INSIDE THE CONTROL BOOTH, THE DOCTOR FACES THE GREEDY VISION WORLD EXECUTIVES Executives: @ :::the execs are working frantically to get the signal ready::: The Doctor: @ :::suddenly the Doctor and Co break into the room::: The Doctor: @ Stop! :::The Doctor shouts:::: Executive Greed: @ What are you doing here?! Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe is pacing::: Doctor, we MUST be quick. The Doctor: @ K9, stop ther signal! K9 mk 4: @ Signal disarmed. Executive Avarice: @ NO!!! You stupid freak!!! Zoe Herriot: @ Give me SOMETHING to throw at this guy... The Doctor: @ I am afraid that this little programming monopoly of yours is over! The Doctor: @ You see, people don't need or want the kind of insipid trivvel you have been... The Doctor: @ ...offering them! The Doctor: @ When they awake from their stupor, as they will in a few hours... The Doctor: @ ...your reign will be over. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Whispers::: Doctor, do you really think it will be a few hours? Not a lifetime? Executive Greed: @ Well, we make them watch. The Doctor: @ Against those who think for themselves, like us, you have no power. Executive Avarice: @ :::Avarice picks up a device::: Executive Avarice: @ I think Doctor, that you will let us procede. The Doctor: @ :: The Doctor smiles::: And what weapon have you here? Executive Avarice: @ This is a cancellation.renew button. It's what we use to cancel or renew shows. The Doctor: @ Cancellation? Executive Avarice: @ ::::Avarice presses the cancellation button::: The Doctor: @ :: The Doctor is hit by the cancellation beam, staggers briefly, and then...::: ZOE'S BIT OF COMPUTER HACKING Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe scans the room carefully while the Doctor talks::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::She spies an important looking monitor, smiles and nods to herself::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe inches over to the important looking computer::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe concentrates on the monitor, furrowing her brow::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe types at the keyboard, quickly becoming self-involved::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Mutters::: no, no... maybe if I re-route the intelligence-scheduling system... Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe's fingers fly furiously across the keyboard in a blur::: Zoe Herriot: @ No, not... ah... maybe :::Zoe backspaces and re-enters::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Muttering::: re-calibration of the internal trouble-shooting de-sentitrican circuit... Zoe Herriot: @ ... that might do it.:::: ZOe smiles, and hits the ENTER key with a thwack::: THERE! FIRING A VICIOUS REMOTE CONTROL AT THE DOCTOR, THE EVIL NETWORK EXECUTIVES TRY TO CANCEL THE TIMELORD'S PROGRAMMING PERMANENTLY. The Doctor: @ :: The Doctor is hit by the cancellation beam, staggers briefly, and then...::: The Cancellation Remote: @ :::It doesn't work::: Executive Greed: @ Wha...wha.. What's wrong? The Doctor: @ :::...stands up straight and laughs at the Producers.::: The Doctor: @ Oh, you can cancel some shows, and even water down some others. BUT.... The Doctor: @ ....once great ideas and great thoughts exist, you cannot destroy them. Executive Avarice: @ He's real!! The Doctor: @ This show, I think, WILL GO ON! STUNNED BY THEIR FAILURE TO CANCEL THE DOCTOR, THE EVIL NETWORK EXECUTIVES RECEIVE THEIR JUST DESERTS Executives: @ :::Avarice and Greed start to yell at the Doctor and in the process start to get smaller:: The Doctor: @ :::A strange stench of burning rubber begins to arise in the Exec room::: Executives: @ :::they get smaller and turn green::: The Doctor: @ :: The Doctor turns away from the stench of the vanishing Producers::: Executives: @ :::finally, they becone green blobs with eyesLLL Executives: @ Urrrgl, burrgbllllll.... Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe turns away from the keyboard::: Doctor, I've shut down the... EW! What's this? Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe makes a face at the gooey green bugs in front of her::: The Doctor: @ Yes. When people think for themselves, dream for themselves.... The Doctor: @...and then share those dreams with others, that is the essence of freedom! The Doctor: @ And good riddance to bad media. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe grimaces::: Yes. Thank god. MEANWHILE OUTSIDE THE EXEC'S OFFICE, BROGAN AND DIRK FIGHT OFF THE MAD ACCOUNTANT DRONES Accountant Drone: $::Drone aims at Brogan again:: Accountant Drone: $::Brogan grabs his arm and tries to twist calculater away:: Accountant Drone: $::drone has superhuman strength and refuses to relinguish laser, squeezes Dirk Lane: $ :::moves behind drone, puts his head in a wrestling hold:::: Brogan MacGill: $::pain bursts through Brogan's arm, kicks drone in the shin:: Dirk Lane: $ Let go of her, you creep!!!! Accountant Drone: $ Numbers do not lie. Frivolous expenditures must be deleted to obtain Brogan MacGill: a balanced budget. Dirk Lane: $ Delete this, buddy! Brogan MacGill: $::Brogan's arm is breaking:: Dirk, I'd appreciate some help please. NOW!! Dirk Lane: $:::slams the spanner down on the drone:::: Dirk Lane: $:::hitting and hitting it till it lets Brogan go::: Accountant Drone: $::Drone halts and begins vibrating from the blow:: Accountant Drone: $Drone> Number...Numbers...not lie...delete.. delete... error... Accountant Drone: error...self-destruct Dirk Lane: $ Uh oh! Dirk Lane: $ Let's get out of here, Brogan! Accountant Drone: $::drone lets go of Brogan and begins violently shaking, head spins wildly:: Accountant Drone: $Drone>error...error.. destruct...destruct... ::head smokes, eerie sound begins Accountant Drone: blaring:: Brogan MacGill: $ I think it's gonna blow! ::ducks back into the exec office:: Dirk Lane: $::follows Brogan into the exec's office:: Accountant Drone: $::drone explodes in a flash leaving only sunglasses, a pair of shoes and Brogan MacGill: molten metal:: OUTSIDE THE CONTROL ROOM, A DRONE EXPLODES SPEWING SMOKE, DEBRIS AND OTHER SURPRISES AT THE DOCTOR'S FEET The Doctor: @ :: The Doctor staggers a bit at the explosion which has produced Brogan::: The Doctor: @ Brogan! Are you hurt? My, you do come on with a bang, don't you! Brogan MacGill: @::Brogan looks up embarrassed that she dove for cover and landed on the exec floor:: Brogan MacGill: @::a gooey green ooze glides toward her face, Brogan recoils in disgust:: Brogan MacGill: @Please, no more cliches, ok Doctor? What is that?! ::points at ooze:: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe notices with surprise that Zigfreid is still with them::: Zeigfried! You're not .. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zigfried apprises Zoe::: I'm not a what? a bug? That's right, dear. I'm too sensuous. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe looks confused::: And Brogan! and ..but...I don't understand... Dirk Lane: @:::looks around, sees the green globby things::: Dirk Lane: @ Gross!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Doctor: @ Those things will not trouble this system again, I hope. The Doctor: @ :: The Doctor hands Brogan a silk handkerchief::: Brogan MacGill: @::takes handkerchief and puts it over her nose:: Smelly things aren't they? Dirk Lane: @::::waves his hand in front of his face::: Phew!!! Zoe Herriot: @ :::Approaches the Doctor, embarrased::: Doctor, I'm sorry I doubted you. The Doctor: @ Nonsense, Zoe, we serve each other least when we fail to disagree wisely. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Zoe digests the Doctor's words::: Zoe Herriot: @ Yes, and I was so certain that when the execs were defeated, the entire system would... Zoe Herriot: @ ... destroy everyone in it. The Doctor: @ No, Zoe, an evil media like that just feeds off minds, it still needs them. Brogan MacGill: @Doctor, don't tell me this is the bug that got into the system here. The Doctor: @ Brogan, these "Executives" were running the entire system. The Doctor: @ But, I don't think their designer clothes will fit any more. Brogan MacGill: @Yuck! I can see where they got their taste in television. K9 mk 4: @ Shouldn't we be leaving, Master? VISION WORLD FREED OF THE DOMINATION OF EXECUTIVES, THE ACTORS ESCORT THE TARDIS CREW TO THEIR FAMILIAR BLUE POLICE BOX The Doctor: @ Well Zigfreid, and you others, now your real job begins. Sgt. Mahoney: @ ::: Sgt. Mahoney and Bill walk into the room::: Dirk Lane: @:::walks over the Doctor, shakes his hand:::: The Doctor: @ Yes, young man, your real job begins. Dirk Lane: @ Thank you, Doctor, for everything. *** A FEW PACES BEHIND, BROGAN AND ZOE CONTINUE THEIR DEBATE OF REALITY AND FICTION *** Brogan MacGill: @I wonder if you weren't right, Zoe. Patty Homemaker wasn't real. She was Brogan MacGill: just a hologram. Brogan MacGill: @I wonder how many real folks there truly are in this system, Doctor, and who Brogan MacGill: is just made-up. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Raises her eyebrows at Brogan::: Really? So maybe the Doctor and I were both right... Brogan MacGill: @If K9's right about Patty, then only Dirk and Zigfreid are real people here. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Turning to Zigfreid:::: I'm very sorry I called you two-dimensional. I didn't mean it. Brogan MacGill: @::thinks quietly about whether anything she's seen is real on Vision World:: *** OUTSIDE THE DOORS TO THE TARDIS *** The Doctor: @ You know, this is a fabulous facility. The Doctor: @ And I think you have a ready made audience in this system. Zoe Herriot: @ So, now you can create your OWN myths! Dirk Lane: @ We'll do our best, Doctor. The Doctor: @ But remember what you learned here today. Inspire and challenge your... The Doctor: @ ...viewers, call them to a higher purpose, don't talk down to them. The Doctor: @ Make what you would like to watch, and for your children to watch. Dirk Lane: @ I think we're in no danger of forgetting what happened today. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Adds::: and DON'T underestimate their ability to adapt. K9 mk 4: @ {S Affirmative Dirk Lane: @ Yes, Zoe! The Doctor: @ :: The Doctor turns towards the TARDIS crew::: Well? The Doctor: @ :: The Doctor to the group::: Time to go, I think. K9 mk 4: @ Coming, Master. Zoe Herriot: @ Yes, Doctor. This episode has CERTAINLY run TOO LONG. The Doctor: @ On the contrary, Zoe, on the contrary. The Doctor: @ Why I believe our particular story has a long run ahead of it. The Doctor: @ Because it is OUR story. Zoe Herriot: @ :::Smiles:::: Yes, Doctor, I DO believe you're right. See you in the sequel! Dirk Lane: @:::shakes Brogan's and Zoe's hands::: Zoe Herriot: @ :::Shakes hands::: Well, go create a nice story or two about us. Dirk Lane: @ That's a great idea! BroganMc: @::smiles a goodbye::Oh, Dirk? ::sees that he is embroiled in thought:: Brogan MacGill: @::follows her friends into the TARDIS, just as the doors close:: Brogan MacGill: @::with a familiar wheeze and a groan, the tall blue box fades away leaving Zigfreid, Mahoney, Bucks and the other inhabitants of Vision World to stare with puzzled frowns.:: Dirk Lane: @ Yes! ::looks up from thought at sound:: We can call it "The Adventures of Doctor...." Who? =============================================== TIME LOGS =============================================== Zoe's Log 1-22-97 Vision World Pt 3 By Zoewhovia/Lisa It was 1:14 am, the Tardis crew was alseep, and Zoe sat in her room, smoking a cigarette, careful not to wake her sleeping roommate. The fact that she was smoking a cigarette was in and of itself a surprising fact, given Zoe's predisposition toward non-smoking. She generally thought smoking a filthy and unhealthy habit. Overall, a completely irrational habit, and Zoe was far from irrational. But, still, she sat on her bed, breathing the toxic smoke into her lungs deeply. She tried to recall where she had found the cigarette. She vaguely remembered finding it smouldering on the set of the last TV sitcom she'd been on- was it a Lucky Strike or a Camel brand? No matter. Either was equally toxic. Why was she smoking? She didn't really have an answer to that question. She was having a lot of problems answering to herself these days, after her episode on TV central. She took a deep drag on the cigarette. How ironic, that such a noxious, toxic, and poisonous substance could soothe the senses so deeply. It took a deep , deep poison to lull the senses... And her senses needed lulling. Zoe was a creature of habit... a methodological creature, used to methodological, logical scientific fact being applied to her surroundings and finding a predictable, and safe future at her disposal... So why had she been so wrong about the Sit com shows? And the fact that the Gamemaster was not anywhere to be found? Zoe breathed the last drag from her cigarette and violently ground the remains of the cigarette into her comforter. She watched the smouldering ash burn itself out with fascination, amazed and awed at herself for acting so uncharacteristically. The Doctor had been right about the shows. Zigfreid and the other characters had deserved to live. She had been wrong. And that was the bitter truth. She had acted logically, and appropriately, rationally assessing the risks as unnecessary... It was silly for them to have risked themselves to save these two dimensional creatures of the TUBE. and STILL she had been wrong. Despite her rational evaluation of the circumstances, the Doctor's irrational assessment had been the right one. The image of Zigfreid, in particular, filled Zoe's mind. His look of hurt. His look of pain at her comments. "You are a two dimensional character" is what she had said. She sniffed at the smell of smoke that now permeated the room, worried that the smell would wake her roommate. WHY HADN'T Zigfreid died with the rest? He SHOULD have... Zoe rationalized to herself. All of the creatures from the Vision world should have died once the world they were from disintegrated into mush. That was what she had been so worried about... she hadn't been acting selfishly, after all. Sure, it would have been nice for them to have left immediately, but she had been worried that the world would have disappeared once the producers were destroyed. Zoe realized that was just going to have to come to terms with the fact that sometimes, the logical path wasn't the RIGHT path to take. Zoe sighed, and rolled over, pulling the covers over her head, visions of calculations and predictable universes filling her head. But, as she drifted off to sleep, a nagging doubt filled her mind... that perhaps there were no such universes. ============================================================ Brogan's Log 1-22-97 Vision World Pt 3 By JenKoko/BroganMc Brogan walked the corridors of the TARDIS aimlessly. Somewhere in the endless series of rooms aboard the Doctor's time-space capsule, her friends were sound asleep. Brogan knew she should be sleeping too, but then she would dream again. Brogan wasn't ready to submit herself to another mental battle with her fears so she turned to a little midnight excersize. A few trips around the long, familiar corridors of the TARDIS helped ease the tensions out of her. Seranaded by the gentle hum of the Doctor's capsule, it was easy for Brogan to feel safe again. No matter how unbelievable and dangerous the world seemed once she stepped outside the doors of the Doctor's magical police box, within it Brogan felt the safety of hearth and home. It didn't matter that the interior dimensions were an inifinite impossibility or even that beyond every door lay another room filled with equipment straight out of an H.G. Wells novel. The TARDIS was where Brogan's friends, her family, lived and called home. It was a funny thought to consider this ragtag group of time travellers a family. In many ways, they were barely strangers. Yet even though they each came from radically different times and places, the Doctor, Zoe and K9 were as close to Brogan as her own family had been. The Doctor, who came to her when Brogan needed a father figure the most, earned Brogan's respect for his quirky intelligence and just compassion. And though he wasn't as affectionate as her human father, Brogan knew the Doctor would move heaven and Earth to protect her as he would all of his companions. Zoe, dear logical rational little Zoe, had been the bane of Brogan's existence. For weeks, Brogan tried to live up to the memory of the Doctor's favorite companion knowing she'd never be as smart as, as quick as or as good as the Doctor's lost companion. In those weeks when the Doctor was prepared to rip a whole in time to rescue Zoe, Brogan had even wished dark thoughts to remove her competition for the Doctor's respect. And yet, when Brogan had been given the means to eliminate Zoe with the Master's TCE, Zoe was only one who believed in her. Her belief and trust humbled and freed Brogan from her black doubts. Brogan wondered if Zoe knew how important her faith had been. It was the only reason she had been able to turn away from the Master's control, to release the control her fear and doubt had over her. To rediscover the part of Brogan she had neglected since her mother's death on that cold January day. And in the process discover a darkness she had also forsaken in childhood? Brogan shivered delicately at the thought. Again she wondered, why was she having these awful nightmares? "You have until the count of ten..." The mysterious voice echoed ominously in Brogan's memory. "No, I will not let this get to me anymore!" Brogan demanded of herself. These nightmares were ridiculously dangerous. Already they had led her away from her friends, leading them perilously into the traps of Vision World. They were lucky to survive. Unlike Professor Who, the Doctor's doppleganger, and the countless number of people who were enslaved to the machinations of the alien executives. Ugly, disgusting creatures, the rulers of Vision World deserved their ignoble end. To be erased by their own cancellation program. Brogan hoped that their freed actors, Dirk and Zigfreid, would be able to build a new world out of the twisted wreckage of the relay station. There would be no more ominous voices, no more disembodied authors scripting the lives of the Vision World people. The world of reality know ruled them and they were free to become whoever and whatever they wanted. She only hoped it was good. +++++++++++++++++ END ADVENTURE +++++++++++++++++