Aleatory wrote:I'm actually being Eleven as well! Not a particularly good costume but I've got the bowtie, sonic, fez, and jacket. However... my friend and I know a guy who looks EXACTLY like Matt Smith, just a bit shorter. We have plans for him. Plans involving my bowtie, sonic, fez, and jacket. I will gladly relinquish my costume to see him in it!
Hmmm...is he nerdy? Sci-fi fan? Just hand him a bowtie and a screwdriver and say dramatically, "You have suck a wonderful journey ahead of you."
So, where are you all planning on wearing your costumes? I've got a couple halloween parties to hit, a Doctor Who Party/Marathon/Hermit Convention, and three politically correct Fall Holiday carnivals. Hopefully, a convention in February.
Just re-watching the Unicorn and the Wasp, this is one of my favorite examples of Donna being awesome:
The Doctor: *running around and grabbing random chefs in the kitchen* Ginger beer! I need ginger beer!
Chef: I beg your pardon?
The Doctor: Ginger beer!
Chef: Are you mad?
The Doctor: *grabs ginger beer, drinks some, pours it all over himself*
Agatha Christie: Doctor! There's no cure! It's fatal!
The Doctor: *spits out ginger beer* Not for me! I can stimulate the enzymes and reverse it! Protein! I need protein! *controlled
breathing*
*Donna and Christie run around the kitchen*
Donna: Walnuts!
The Doctor: *mouthful and chewing walnuts, shaking a fist and mumbling*
Donna: How many words? One? One word. Shake? Milk? Shake? Milk! Milk? No? Not milk...Uhm, shake, shake, shake? *gasp*
Cocktail shake?! Oh, what do you want, Harvey warllinger
The Doctor: Harvey warllinger?
Donna: Well, I don't know!
The Doctor: How is Harvey warllinger one word?
Christie: What do you need!?
The Doctor: Salt! I was miming salt!
Donna: What 'bout this?
The Doctor: What is it?
Donna: Salt!
The Doctor: Too salty!
Donna: Oh, that's too salty,
Christie: What about this?
The Doctor: Ooh! *dumps contents of mysterious can into his face*
Donna: What's that?
Christie: Anchovies!
Donna: What else do you need?
The Doctor: *Waves hand back and forth and mumbles through full mouth*
Donna: Uhmmmm, it's a song...uhm, I don't know, Camp town races!
The Doctor: Camp town races?!
Donna: Oh, alright then, The Towering Inferno!
The Doctor: Shock! Shock! I need a shock!
Donna: Oh, alright then. *smushes her face into his*
The Doctor: *Spits smoke and groans* Detox. Oh. Muh. I must do that more often.
Donna: *looks scared*
The Doctor: I-I mean, the, uh, detox.
Christie: Doctor. You are-impossible!
The Doctor: *winks*
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