Chapter 12
Uninvited Hosts
Cousin Rynde is an unsavoury fellow. He used to be in
catering (that rings bells), but now he’s more of a spiv into
any sort of dodgy deal. He’s always ready to sell you, under
the counter, no questions asked, half a pound of tafelshrew
and mushroom sausages that he’s knocked off from the Drudges’
kitchen. Don’t touch them, they’re well past their Best Before
date.
Drat, another of the legion of games from Innocet’s
compendium, is a card game, probably the Gallifreyan
equivalent of the German game Skat.
Wouldn’t I much rather write an Earth-bound story? Well, it
certainly hands me a lot of minute detail on a plate. I know,
and the readers know the references, rules and social
structures for Earth. But I do love filling in the detail of
alien societies. That’s where the colour comes from and I can
spend far too long getting myself into the right world for a
story. I have to be inside it before I can write it. Even
then, it still has to be recognisable for the reader. Real
alien life could well be so alien that we wouldn’t recognise
it as life at all. On tv, we rarely see more than half a dozen
woggly creatures to represent an entire race. So most tv alien
societies can only be variations on an Earthly theme.
Are the living Houses a complete anathema to everything
we’ve ever seen of Gallifreyan culture? I don’t think so. They
are a throwback to the beginning of the Intuitive Revelation,
which marked the end of the dark days of the Old Time. Like
the Looms they house, they were conceived to protect a species
threatened with extinction: the Gallifreyans themselves.
TARDISes are very much alive; so is the old and battered Hand
of Omega, itself a relic from another age. If you looked at
the ancient culture of Japan, before it adopted and outdid the
invasive culture of the West, you might think it very
unearthly indeed. The past is there to be respected, but
there’s no point in writing at all if you don’t come up with
something new.
The body-bepple is a 30th century extension of tattooing or
body piercing, allowing the fashion-conscious to remake their
bodies into interesting (and exotic) forms. When Chris first
appeared in Andy Lane’s Original Sin, he was aptly beppled
into the shape of a giant teddy bear.
Time Lords count their age in years and generations. Even
over this, there seems to be rivalry. The Doctor keeps quiet
when asked how old he is. He’s going through his regenerations
far too fast.