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calufraxStory: Color Coded for Your Inconvenience
Author: Lyricwritesprose
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1124
Author's Summary: Peri and the Doctor talk about visual spectrums. The conversation goes to the obvious place.
Characters/Pairings: Sixth Doctor, Peri Brown
Warnings: None
Recced because: Lyricwritesprose gets recced here a lot, and there's a reason for that. This story shows off the author's skill with descriptive phrases, characterization and verbal banter, and as a special bonus, it's got the best explanation for the Sixth Doctor's coat that I have ever come across.
She was on the upper deck of a hoverbus, on what the local tour guides called a camera safari. She was leaning idly against the railing, face shadowed by a broad-brimmed white hat, thinking about colors. The hue of the savannah had given her a mild craving for lemon chiffon pie, the kind you got in tiny roadside diners from waitresses who called you "honey."
She didn't have to look up to know who had joined her at the railing. "Doctor," she said, "do you see the same colors that humans do?"
She got the Unamused Look. "For the fifty-fourth time, there is nothing wrong with my coat."
Author: Lyricwritesprose
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1124
Author's Summary: Peri and the Doctor talk about visual spectrums. The conversation goes to the obvious place.
Characters/Pairings: Sixth Doctor, Peri Brown
Warnings: None
Recced because: Lyricwritesprose gets recced here a lot, and there's a reason for that. This story shows off the author's skill with descriptive phrases, characterization and verbal banter, and as a special bonus, it's got the best explanation for the Sixth Doctor's coat that I have ever come across.
She was on the upper deck of a hoverbus, on what the local tour guides called a camera safari. She was leaning idly against the railing, face shadowed by a broad-brimmed white hat, thinking about colors. The hue of the savannah had given her a mild craving for lemon chiffon pie, the kind you got in tiny roadside diners from waitresses who called you "honey."
She didn't have to look up to know who had joined her at the railing. "Doctor," she said, "do you see the same colors that humans do?"
She got the Unamused Look. "For the fifty-fourth time, there is nothing wrong with my coat."
