tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80123395131475232662024-03-13T15:06:43.981-04:00The Time Lady Diaries The adventures of the Lady Madrigal Baker and her companionsMaddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-2646696923798048342020-11-07T18:51:00.000-05:002020-11-07T18:51:15.527-05:00<p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduGXO3UkFi7OYMHvlOqwGOY_5TCfxUZ-SgSogKmgk_46ea200Q7Uq9HOc3kskckXtwZQtH4NAj3skIbC_ukr6TSvUH-6VXoR55mhEw2DTupN9H-8VpPpONMOvEj3qTlIEJftBm1sPudQ/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="160" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduGXO3UkFi7OYMHvlOqwGOY_5TCfxUZ-SgSogKmgk_46ea200Q7Uq9HOc3kskckXtwZQtH4NAj3skIbC_ukr6TSvUH-6VXoR55mhEw2DTupN9H-8VpPpONMOvEj3qTlIEJftBm1sPudQ/" width="120" /></a></div><br />You might be wondering if the people of Cassinus ever did get rid of the Mogul. I'm glad to say that yes, they did. And best of all, they did it without violence, without bloodshed, without war. They finally stood up to him, demanded a free and fair election - and voted him out. Not that it was easy. He refused to concede, tried all kinds of lawsuits, but in the end he was undone by the very laws that had made him what he was. Because even a wannabe tinpot dictator wasn't above the law. The law stood, and his successor was inaugurated the following January. It was a bad time - they had a pandemic raging by then, made worse than it needed to be by the Mogul's inaction, and the resulting chaos had made a mess of their economy - but they got it under control, developed a vaccine and things got better. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not that it was easy. None of it was. The people of Cassinus still had a lot of soul-searching and reckoning to do. The Mogul wasn't without his supporters, even in the end. And even his opponents were forced to the realization that they weren't blameless, either, that many of the things the Mogul exploited - racism, sexism, greed, fear - were things they'd tried to deny existed any more in their society. They wanted to believe that things were a whole lot better than they were. It was rough. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a lot of work, but guess what? They rose to it. And Cassinus was all the better for it after all was said and done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's a really nice place now. It's not perfect - nowhere is. But it's a society of good people who are wise enough to realize that they can be better people. And they're not afraid to admit it anymore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It wasn't a perfect ending, but yeah, it ended up being a happy one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /> </p>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-48172211566014713862019-10-30T12:58:00.001-04:002019-10-30T12:59:35.795-04:00Angels and Demons....So - a couple of old friends just turned up. Kind of worse for wear.<br><div><br></div><div>Meet Aziraphale and Crowley.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br></div><div>Crowley, bored out of his skull: So whatcha doing?</div><div><br></div><div>My person: Looking at the weather on my phone.</div><div><br></div><div>Crowley: I took down the entire mobile phone network in London once. It was epic.</div><div><br></div><div>My person: I blew the breaker for the entire office building once with a coffee pot. </div><div><br></div><div>Crowley: Hey, not bad for a human. Not bad at all. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-29702987260430206342016-08-03T21:38:00.000-04:002016-08-03T21:38:24.245-04:00Don't blink.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Seriously?!Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-6540524655788017312016-07-25T12:49:00.004-04:002016-07-25T12:52:47.606-04:00Waiting.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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*Sigh*<br />
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Okay, Doctor, just<i> how </i>long until you get the dematerialization circuit fixed?<br />
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I love him to pieces, but seriously sometimes?Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-77702895033683593072016-07-24T20:50:00.000-04:002016-07-24T20:50:04.670-04:00"I would not wish any companion in the world but you..."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Time Lords aren't supposed to be able to fall in love. Logic and reason and all that, you know.<br />
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But the mind without the heart to guide it is a cold and dangerous thing, indeed.<br />
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I need some of these for my arboretum.<br />
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Yes, my TARDIS has an arboretum. Doesn't everyone's?Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-15926679183858681802016-07-17T22:07:00.000-04:002016-07-17T22:07:20.837-04:00Not a Weeping Angel, but....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If he were, I'm pretty sure no one would be looking at his <i>face</i>,<br />
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"So - is that a fig leaf in your hand or are you just really happy to see me?"Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-22641146370409522512016-06-19T20:35:00.002-04:002016-06-19T20:35:57.493-04:00Me and my sisters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have four sisters - and no good group shots of the five of us.<br />
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On the far left is Swan. She's the second youngest. Although we're all Patraxian, she has a gift for languages. She can speak just about anything.<br />
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Sigourney is the second oldest - yes, I'm the oldest of us five. Yes, she's tough, but sweet. You should have seen her sucker-punch a Sontaran in the - well, I didn't think they had that particular body part, but apparently they do. And apparently the probic vent isn't their only weak spot.<br />
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Alcyon is the youngest of all of us. She's only a hundred and sixty. Gallifreyians aren't considered "adults" until we're two hundred. She may be my baby sister, but we're very close. She's also the one researching our House and where we actually come from.<br />
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Bowie is the middle sister - she's the one who stole a junked TARDIS and got my other sisters safely to Karn before Gallifrey was time-locked. She can fly/drive/control pretty much anything. She'll also wear pretty much anything, too. Sometimes I wonder about her sense of style.<br />
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So this is us. Welcome to the House of Jade Dreamers.Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-31815351180589577322016-06-12T18:29:00.000-04:002016-06-12T18:29:23.507-04:00Just a thought....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If a Time Lord and a Dalek can be friends, it can't be that hard for humans to learn to get along.<br />
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Can it?<br />
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<br />Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-81877507008662970762016-06-05T19:55:00.002-04:002016-06-05T19:55:49.324-04:00Meanwhile, back aboard the TARDIS....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"It's just a jump to the ----"<br />
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*CRASH BOOM BANG*<br />
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"---- <i>other</i> left, Kilbey...."<br />
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"Oh, thank you."<br />
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Sometimes Daleks can be helpful.<br />
<br />Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012339513147523266.post-9347477540961234472016-06-04T20:42:00.000-04:002016-06-04T20:43:08.702-04:00Transmission<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay, Mogul.<br />
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I received your message. I'm not going to dignify your ridiculous allegations about my parentage, nor your accusations that the Time Lords are "out to get you." Perhaps. Perhaps not.<br />
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But know this.<br />
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I may be "just a woman."<br />
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But don't underestimate me. Or my friends. Yes, I have friends. Unlike you, I don't have to pay mine.<br />
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Rafael: "So what is it?"<br />
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Me, looking at book: "Ah yes.<i> To Serve Man</i>. The classic Kanamet cookbook Third edition."<br />
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The Doctor: "I remember the Brig falling for that one, too, old girl."<br />
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I've known the Doctor since his fourth regeneration. It's probable that we would never have met had we both stayed on Gallifrey. He's a Prydonian from the House of Lungbarrow - a pretty big deal, in other words. I'm Patrexian - which would not be a big deal at all, except that I also come from the House of Jade Dreamers - the house of the Sisterhood of Karn. I seem to have inherited their gift of telepathy, but not the gift of prophecy. I can't see into the future unless I actually go there, but if I wanted to, I could read your mind as easily as you're reading these words. It's not something I do on a normal basis - everyone deserves their privacy - but it's helpful sometimes.<br />
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Me and my friend from Dunwich, Lavinia Whateley.<br />
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"And by the power of this circle, I bid you come..."<br />
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"Summoning Yog-Sothoth?" Lavinia said.<br />
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Not sure this is the best way to infiltrate the Mogul's inner circle.....<br />
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"Okay, granted, the Mogul has all the brains of a potato - or a Sontaran - but I still don't think he's going to fall for this," I said, trying to be somewhat diplomatic.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">“...<i>For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd done - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?” - The Little Prince</i></span><br />
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My name is the Lady Madrigal Baker, but pretty much everyone calls me Maddy. I'm a Time Lord. For years I believed I was one of the last of the wonb-born Gallifreyians, but now I'm not sure. My old friend Joshua believed my father to be the mysterious Other of Gallifreyian legend. He believed the Other had stolen a TARDIS and escaped from Gallifrey before Rassilon could have him executed - after all, without the Other, he could rule Gallifrey unimpeded. I've never thought much of Rassilon, to be honest. However, I've come to find out I, along with my sisters, was loomed, and the man who Joshua believed to be my father was in fact my mother, who had regenerated into a male. Yeah, it's complicated.<br />
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