Из игры "Eternity Clock", на мой взгляд, очень удавшейся (заядлые геймеры думают иначе).
Долго мучилась с прохождением и собиранием всех страниц дневников, но это того стоило. Путевые заметки, рабочие записи, комментарии поступков Доктора. Немного юмора, немного сомнений, немного боли. И там есть про Jim the Fish! И про пилотирование ТАРДИС (что нажать, когда Доктор не видит. И что нажать срочно, если Доктор нажал вот это!) А также краткая характеристика всех личин Доктора.
Набирать самой было лень, так что копирую из глубин интернета. Page 1:
Expedition to the LibraryLux expedition checklist
- Get hold of Prof Gillipan Nexton’s “A Closed Book? Leading Theories on the Sealing of the Library”
- Contact Strackman about payment of my advance. (Don’t think his wallet’s seen the light of day this century)
- Visit British Museum 4.0 - check out their Node technology. Familiarise.
- Check background of Felman Lux & familiy - hiding something? Probably not important.
- Lost a few pounds. New space suit!
- Check navigation routes. Land on moon?
- Buy New batteries for the sonic.
- Roast chicken for packed lunches.
Page 2:How to pilot the TARDISHe calls it the zig zag plotter. I think it’s a sparkplug. Handbrake. Remember to flick lock switch to the left - then it’s silent and he won’t notice when you move it. (DOWN is OFF)
Vortex Stabalisers. Don’t think he’s even SEEN these.
Randomiser. Don’t know why he still has it - but it’s fun to switch it on when he’s not looking!
Toaster.
When he pulls these up, push them back down ASAP. And when he pushes THESE down, run for cover.
[drawing of TARDIS console]
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The Spoilers of Lake Silencio
22nd April 2011(2nd time round)
Sometimes you can bite your tongue so hard it hurts. It hurts so much you want to scream – so you just bite down harder and don’t make a sound.
He’s an idiot. The biggest idiot in the universe. Poor Amy and poor Rory having to watch that I know he has his plans, his grand schemes to mould history into a shape he likes, but does he have to keep them under whatever hat is his favourite that week? ( A Stetson? Really? That’s like seeing your physics teacher in a night club. ALL WRONG.)
I fired at the astronaut - shooting at myself - and I did the whole noble “It’s no use” thing just for appearances. Look I don’t mind lying (heaven knows, he and I would have no kind of relationship without it), but I don’t like telling someone else’s untruths.
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If he pulls something like this again, I will take that blessed bow tie and wring his neck with it.
The Birth of River Song
Talk about the morning after. The last thing I know, I was someone else entirely.
And then today I woke up in a hospital bed, totally at the tender mercy of these Sisters of the Infinite Schism, and try to cope with the fact that I’m not who I thought I was.
I am River Song.
So where does that leave me? The new me - or the old me, both are as lost as each other. All I have is a bag of clothes (I think Amy picked them out for me - too many short skirts) and a little blue book. This little blue book. Though they didn’t leave me a pen. The nurses had to look around for ages, eventually phoning out to the nearest antique shop. Don’t they know how hard it is to find a biro in the 52nd century?
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There was something folded into the pages, right there at the start of this book.
A business card ‘Professor Artem Candy, Dept of Antiquities, Luna University’ and then something else, a string of numbers calling itself a “comlink code” Well why not? I mean who else is going to help me get what I need?
Now I wonder if these nurses can help me with the “comlink” thing..?
An Unearthly Mess
I couldn’t help myself. He used to have the worse swiss-cheese memory so I knew that meeting his first incarnation wouldn’t upset too many apple carts. There wasn’t any chance he would remember me. Just one blast on the Vortex Manipulator, and there he would be. The man I love, wearing his very first face.
It didn’t go well. He lived in a scrapyard. A scrapyard! This was “blending in”. I imagine - though why anyone would try to keep a low profile by being Albert Steptoe in 1963, I have no idea.
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Anyway the second he saw me snooping around inside the gates, he lurched at me, waving his walking stick like a weapon. “And what do you think you’re doing?” The point of the stick was aimed right between my eyes. “Hmmm? This is private, yes, private property, you can’t just be where you want ever to be.”
He has had more erudite selves.
Then I heard her voice calling from the street. “Grandfather?” My hand leapt to the manipulator and I got out of there in a shot. That is a conversation I am not ready for yet!
The Many Faces of River’s Sweetie
One: Grumpy, Rude. Hangs out with teachers – boring! And the worst taste in hats – I missed the fez.
Two: Fun but wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. Offered to show me “this cool place on Telos” – but I saw right through that (And I hope he chokes on that recorder)
Three: Now we’re talking! Hair like a lion, Velvet and frills. Amazing gourmand. We had a lot to talk about.
Four: Good hair. Good hat. Has fourteen of those scarves. All the same. They take up a whole lot of room to themselves.
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Five: Very sweet but strangely short-tempered. Also obsessed with some place called the Eye of Harmony. A nightclub?
Six: I fear this was the payoff of all those conversations with Three. He was aiming for my hair and fell some way short. Also, is that what it looks like when you put clowns through a wood chipper?
Seven: Surprisingly Scottish! Always thinks big. Would have loved to get my hands on that jumper - and thrown it into the nearest supernova.
Eight: Velvet and frills again? So passé. But oh my word - GREAT DIGS! Got lost in the cloisters one afternoon I could have sworn I heard some American begging to be let out.
Nine: Leather jacket. Funny accent. Big ears. And don’t mention the war!
NOTE: Need to buy more mnemosine recall-wipe vapour. Can’t keep hopping into my sweetie’s life without it!
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The Discovery of the Eternity Clock
Found an old ship just floating in space, where no ship should be.
I’m having the weirdest day I can remember waking up, but then What? This is the tenth day of the expedition and we’re still no closer to finding the wreck. We check the scanners again and again but the space here is just empty.
(erased text) Not empty. We just can’t see it. It keeps moving.
I keep standing by the viewscreen as if I expect to see something.
(text is crossed out) I did see it. A vast hulk - like no ships I’d seen before. Huge, black like oil. It sucked in the starlight. And in it’s heart something burning. A furnace? But ticking. Energies so I wonder how long we’ll wait before we give up, turn around and head home?
(erased text) I don’t want to find it again.
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River’s Bestiary
Spiders Metabelis Three: Who likes spiders, right? What about eight foot wide spiders with voices like mice being minced? KILLED MY BELOVED. Not to be trifled with. Bring rolled up newspaper.
Zygons. Unbelievably ugly. They look like an octopus mated with Humpty Dumpty (They do not respond well to “What’s up, suckers?”) But on the plus side, they have their own pet Loch Ness Monster!
Pakhar. Hamster people. Let me… Just… Hamster. People.
Chelonians. Tortoise people. More intimidating than the Pakhar, due to guns and complete willingness to use them. Planetary anthem has 185 verses, each of them terrible.
Raxacoricofallapatorians. Fat, slimy, baby-faced aliens. They try to tell you that the worst of their race were wiped out with the Slitheen family line, but don’t believe them. They’re all foul.
The Ballad of Jim the Fish
Anteria XVI Cordobane dig site. Day 65.
This has been the most tedious excavation ever - I never thought it would end. But today - oh, today. Jim would find this hilarious if he were here. There was this one time - 48th century I think, in a bar run by the Brotherhood of Maldovar - my sweetheart took Jim and me out for karaoke. I don’t remember much, it was all a blur - but I do remember “Islands in the Stream” and the video recorder. We lost the tape
afterwards. Never even gave it a second’s thought, I don’t think.
Til today. We just unearthed a series of paintings on huge sandstone slabs. We’re not totally sure how they were formed - but that’s him - that’s Jim the Fish in that suit in that bar singing that song, gils flaring, teeth sparkling under the glitterball.
Each tablet seems to represent a different line in the song. There are symbols, and Sssibeth says he’s seen something like them before. He read the words “peace unknown”, “tender love”, “dedication”… We think these people built some sort of religion of love around the images. Oh, Jim!
I’m just grateful that the parts of the video featuring me don’t seem to be represented. But we’re still digging…