Dress Sense

[kerravonsen]

This is another Cally & The Doctor vigniette carrying on from the (untitled, darn it!) crossover that redstarrobot did here for b7friday. (Crossposted to b7fic)

Words: 200 (a double-drabble)


"Where are we?" Cally asked as the sounds of rematerialization faded away.

"17th-Century Florence."

"Primitive Earth," Cally said. "Again."

"I like the Earth!" the Doctor protested.

"Or the TARDIS does," she said with a small smile.

The Doctor glanced at her grey and black tunic and trousers. "You're going to go out there dressed in that?" he scoffed.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It doesn't fit the time-period. You'd be lynched. Or put in the stocks."

"I would? I had best be prepared, then."

Ten minutes later, she stepped through the interior door almost entirely covered with a 23rd-century stealth suit. She looked like a ghost with a solid head. The Doctor's hearts clenched, thinking of how close she'd come to becoming a ghost the day they'd met. What a loss that would have been.

"No," he snapped. She remained unruffled, and he gave her a lopsided grin. "We don't want to frighten the natives," he said. "Yet."

Cally shrugged and left. She returned wearing black jeans, dark grey shirt, and a leather jacket. The Doctor realized that trying to get her to wear a dress was a lost cause.

"Well, don't blame me if they take you for a Castrati."

Comments

[jhall1.livejournal.com]

Nice. I especially like the last line. :)

And thanks for the heads up concerning redstarrobot's story, which I otherwise wouldn't have seen.

[kerravonsen]

8-)

I especially like the last line.

There I was, writing along, intending to end it with "trying to get her to wear a dress was a lost cause", and then that line popped into my head! My muse then wouldn't shut up, because Cally wanted to know what a Castrati was, and it kept on going on because I'd lost my stopping point. Fortunately I discussed it with a friend, and he suggested I simply stop at the Castrati line, so I did.

[neuralclone.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm....

There were an awful lot of women "passing" for male in earlier centuries, who - to modern eyes - looked indisputably female. I have a theory that it was because the gender barriers were drawn so much more tightly in past eras, so people expected people who wore trousers/breeches/trunk hose to be male, and generally interpreted what they saw in line with their preconceptions.

Cally, with her lean build and somewhat angular features, would probably be taken for a boy - or as you said, a castrati.

[lady-smith.livejournal.com]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

Or, put another way, "FanTAStic!"

[kerravonsen]

(grin) Thanks.