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[carmen_lj]

Here is a lovely picture of Eleventy and The Latest One from the Beeb:



THERE ARE NO PONDS IN IT. This is just like that time Big Finish wrote out Erimem and I never listened to another Fifth Doctor audio ever again.* I don't like this Not Wanting Companions To Leave thing. IT MAKES ME SAD. Even if I'm looking forward to the next one. SADNESSES.

Also, no longer Scottish. That's the worst thing really.

*not strictly true

Comments

[kaffy_r]

I will miss the Ponds so very, very much. But it's the Whoniverse, so I shall shelve my heartbreak and learn to love another companion or at least, god willing, like her. Haven't met one yet that I truly disliked, but I really like to love them.

So that I can get my heart broken again when the next one leaves. It's the only way I'll ever be like the Doctor, I suppose.

Also, really hoping she's not as generic as she looks, and seconding the waistcoat approval.

[calapine.livejournal.com]

For various reasons I was always ready to say bye to previous New Who companions, and classic was fait accompli by the time I saw it, so that made it all okay. But loving the companion and their relationship with the Doctor and still being delighted every time I see their face? NEW AND TRICKY THING.

[kaffy_r]

I have, very occasionally, imagined a scene - completely impossible in any Doyleist fashion, but endlessly amusing in Watsonian vision, given, you know, time travel - a meet-up of Every. Single. Companion (including those who didn't travel in the TARDIS, but who were The Brig) from television episodes, Big Finish, New Adventures, what-have-you ... all waiting in some unimaginably large banquet hall in the TARDIS's depths - and the Doctor rounding the corner and seeing them. It amuses me. But then again, I'm easily amused.