Condition of Release, 5/5

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Condition of Release: Author's Notes

Sam's fanfiction archive has moved. The story formerly found here may now be found at:

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Thank you for your patience!

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So, it's probably just as well I woke up at four thirty this morning, since the app on my mobile that "kills" any other operating app also now kills my PHONE ALARM, and thus if I hadn't woken early I would have woken late, and it would have been a whole big thing.

You guys, this week has been the week of too much sensory input. Every day this week something bizarre or startling has happened to me. I'm really hoping that if the trend continues tomorrow I will win the lottery or something.

But the point is: I did not break any limbs this week, so I have had worse.

Last chapter of Condition of Release today, and per request of readers I'm also posting an essay on the sources I used for the story, particularly the Classic Who references and how they fit into the broader context of Doctor Who. Hope you enjoy both :)

Condition of Release, 5/5
Condition of Release: Author's Notes

Also, laurab1 made me an awesome banner for Condition of Release that I thought I'd share. Pretty cool, huh? (Click for full size.)

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Sam: Good morning, [Company I Work For], this is Sam.
Coworker on the 18th floor: Sam, a man just walked through your door wearing a grey suit.

At this point a man walked through my door wearing a grey suit and a blue tie.

Sam: And a blue tie?
Coworker: Yes!
Man in Grey Suit: *blinks*
Sam: I know, it's creepy huh?
Grey Suit: Really.
Coworker: He's here for an interview. Can you send him to the 18th floor?
Sam: Can do! *hangs up* An apparently psychic coworker of mine wants you to go to the 18th floor. Take those stairs there.
Grey Suit: You people are efficient. *disappears*

I'm sure she saw him on the elevator or something, but it added just that extra touch of surrealism to my day.

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In the course of the last twenty minutes, on three different webpages, in three different ways, the word "moth" has just come up (once as an acronym, twice as two different metaphors). Four if you count a mis-spelling of "mouth" in a recipe. Okay, universe, I fucking get it, now what does it mean?

According to the internet, moths are strongly associated with fire and death. GREAT.

Could be worse, I suppose. Could be house centipedes.

(Don't google a house centipede without bracing yourself first.)

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BossBoss came down to my desk for the last half-hour of work today, and I thought we were going to talk about operational stuff but instead he said OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE DOCTOR WHO YET.

And then we dorked out for half an hour about Doctor Who.

Spoilers under the cut for Ep1. ( Be it resolved: )

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THIS IS SO UNCOOL.

I couldn't sleep so I got up to have a glass of water and the thermometer on my desk said it was seventy-four degrees in my flat, which was weird, because I AM SO COLD. So I took the temperature and it's 74 degrees in here and 100 degrees in my BODY.

Which does explain why I napped all evening and can't sleep now.

This week needs to die in a fire.