Dramatis Personae ('Stage' entry)
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who_contestTitle: 'Dramatis Personae'
Rating: G
Genre: Missing Scene/Introspection
Word Count: 344
Pairings or Characters: Borusa, minor original character; mentions of the Castellan and Chancellor Flavia; allusions to the Doctor (take your pick), the Master (Ainley version), and the companions
Spoilers: Takes place early in 'The Five Doctors'
Warnings: None
Summary: All have their roles to play, however minor.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players...
~*~ William Shakespeare
As You Like It, Act II Scene vii
There is a gentle tapping at his door. "Lord President?"
He looks up, interrupted in the midst of his thoughts. "Yes? Who is it?"
The door opens to admit a messenger. "Please forgive the intrusion, my lord. But Chancellor Flavia and the Castellan are waiting for you."
"Ah. Of course. Thank you. Please tell them that I shall be with them shortly."
"Lord President." The messenger bows and makes his exit. It is flawless, every bit as politely unobtrusive as was his entrance.
"All the world's a stage," as Earth's greatest playwright once said. How little he knew just how truthful those words are. Or, indeed, just how literally universal.
All have their roles to play, however minor. And he believes that he's chosen his players well, in the drama that is preparing to unfold. Heroes and a villain, along with a small few who are as yet unaware that they are anything other than audience members--or, indeed, that they are even that.
But this shall be audience participation at its finest.
He has planned for this moment carefully for such a long time. Calculated, prepared...his efforts have been tireless. All that now remains is to carefully guide his fellow players, to pull their strings so delicately that none shall be aware that they are even being maneuvered. It will require the gentlest touch.
But his people trust him. They will have no reason to suspect that their leader is the orchestrator of what is about to take place.
And his reward...his reward is so near that he can almost touch it. Immortality itself is within grasp. It is suitable, well in keeping with his many years of dedicated service to Gallifrey and to his people.
The way was prepared long, long ago. It can have been prepared for no one but him.
The cast is assembled, the stage set.
The curtain is about to rise.
Let the performance begin.
Rating: G
Genre: Missing Scene/Introspection
Word Count: 344
Pairings or Characters: Borusa, minor original character; mentions of the Castellan and Chancellor Flavia; allusions to the Doctor (take your pick), the Master (Ainley version), and the companions
Spoilers: Takes place early in 'The Five Doctors'
Warnings: None
Summary: All have their roles to play, however minor.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players...
~*~ William Shakespeare
As You Like It, Act II Scene vii
There is a gentle tapping at his door. "Lord President?"
He looks up, interrupted in the midst of his thoughts. "Yes? Who is it?"
The door opens to admit a messenger. "Please forgive the intrusion, my lord. But Chancellor Flavia and the Castellan are waiting for you."
"Ah. Of course. Thank you. Please tell them that I shall be with them shortly."
"Lord President." The messenger bows and makes his exit. It is flawless, every bit as politely unobtrusive as was his entrance.
"All the world's a stage," as Earth's greatest playwright once said. How little he knew just how truthful those words are. Or, indeed, just how literally universal.
All have their roles to play, however minor. And he believes that he's chosen his players well, in the drama that is preparing to unfold. Heroes and a villain, along with a small few who are as yet unaware that they are anything other than audience members--or, indeed, that they are even that.
But this shall be audience participation at its finest.
He has planned for this moment carefully for such a long time. Calculated, prepared...his efforts have been tireless. All that now remains is to carefully guide his fellow players, to pull their strings so delicately that none shall be aware that they are even being maneuvered. It will require the gentlest touch.
But his people trust him. They will have no reason to suspect that their leader is the orchestrator of what is about to take place.
And his reward...his reward is so near that he can almost touch it. Immortality itself is within grasp. It is suitable, well in keeping with his many years of dedicated service to Gallifrey and to his people.
The way was prepared long, long ago. It can have been prepared for no one but him.
The cast is assembled, the stage set.
The curtain is about to rise.
Let the performance begin.
