#comparing doctors

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Doctor Comparison: Showing You Snow

Scenario: you reveal that you grew up in a hot climate and have heard of but never really seen snow. How does each Doctor react?

Please send asks! I’d love to know what you want to imagine. :)

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“What kind of rubbish place did you grow up in?” the Ninth Doctor would say, indignant on your behalf, and then immediately bundle you off to Antarctica, followed by the snow planet of Ursa Minor, followed by the sledding fields of Gremulus 5 – all very lovely except for the fact that he forgot to provide you with a coat. The TARDIS would fix his oversight as soon as she realized you were in literal danger of freezing. You’d stick your mittened hand in your warm pockets and enjoy the sights.  

When he found out you’d never seen snow, the Tenth Doctor would act nonchalant about it but immediately begin planning the biggest surprise. He’d arrange to take you somewhere like New York or Scotland, just before a snow flurry was about to begin, then watch your face light up as big, fluffy flakes began to fall from the sky. He’d hand you a thick scarf to wrap around your neck and help you make snow angels once the ground cover was thick enough. His smile, if possible, would be even bigger than yours.

The Eleventh Doctor would not only immediately take you to see snow, he’d fill the freezer in the TARDIS kitchen with snowballs, so you could have a snowball fight whenever you wanted. He’d be less pleased about the brilliance of this idea when you decided to sneak them on a tray into the swimming pool room and pelt him with snowballs while he was in his swim trunks. They all melted, but it was totally worth it.

The Twelfth Doctor would set out to delight you with snow. But not regular snow – he’d take you to a world where the snow was pink, then one where it was scented like flowers, then one where the snow fell up from the ground towards the tree tops. You’d have to beg him to take you to see plain, ordinary Earth snow. He’d have completely forgotten it.

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Comparing Doctors: Finding Out It’s Your Birthday

In honor of my daughter’s twelfth birthday this week...

The Doctor’s reactions on finding out it’s your birthday

The ninth doctor would react a little disappointingly – birthdays are no big deal to him. After all, he’s had nearly a thousand. He’d give you a quick and genuine grin, say “Happy birthday then!” and take you off on your next adventure. You’d end up realizing that he just is not as human as he appears and the cultural significance is lost on him. 

The tenth doctor would be full of ideas. “Oh, that’s brilliant!” he’d say, “I love birthdays!” He’d end up rambling on about birthday traditions on various planets you’ve both been to and never been to and you’d glaze over a little bit trying to catch all the details. When he finished he’d look at you expectantly, waiting for something. “What?” you’d ask, confused. “So,” he’d say, “which do you want? How are we celebrating?” You’d choose the most fun sounding one you could remember from the long list he just rattled off and away you’d go to celebrate your birthday in a most memorable way.

The eleventh doctor would already know it was your birthday. You’d wake up in the morning to find flowers in your room, and wander out to the kitchen to find him making a layer cake made entirely of pancakes. Twenty five of them, to be exact. When he saw you, he’d smile and hand you each a fork, and you’d settle in for the most over the top, sugary excess of a birthday breakfast ever. Then he’d take you to see a planet that rotates its star in a single day, so everyone there has a birthday every day. You’d stay for three or four days of the natives’ increasingly inventive celebrations and then stumble back to the TARDIS, both of you swearing off cake forever. Or at least until next year.

The twelfth doctor would arrange something quiet but lovely for you. A beautiful dinner on Darillium, a gorgeous snowscape picnic on a frozen ice moon, a trip to the sapphire waterfalls of Omega Six. He’d tell you a little about his past birthdays and ask you about your hopes for the next year. By the end of the day you’d feel incredibly optimistic about the year to come.

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Comparing Doctors: You having a nightmare

What happens when the Doctor hears your screaming in your sleep?

You’d wake up to the ninth doctor holding your hand and calling your name. He’d feel a little awkward about barging in on you, but really his only concern in the moment would be to make sure that you were okay. He knows what it’s like to have nightmares, after all. He’s had more than anyone. He’d wake you up and then tell you to shove over, and once there was room he’d plop down on the top of your covers next to you and ask you to tell him what the dreams were about. Somehow after talking to him, you’d always feel better.  

The tenth doctor wouldn’t hesitate to come right in to your room – he’s always felt free to walk right in. He’d sit down on the bed next to you and, in your fear and half awake state, you’d launch yourself right into his arms for a huge hug while you came back to reality. You’d wake up fully to find yourself curled up practically in the man’s lap, and while you would be embarrassed at first, he’d make you feel completely comfortable about it. When you laid back down, he’d sit with his hand rubbing small circles on your back until you fell back asleep.

The eleventh doctor would feel hesitant about intruding but would knock on the door loud enough to wake you and then when you said it was ok, he would enter. He’d find your fuzziest bathrobe and invite you out to the kitchen for tea, or maybe to the lounge for a game of rapid-fire ping pong – anything to distract you and get a smile back on your face. After you’d calmed down a bit, he’d ask what you’d been dreaming about. He’d never make you feel silly about any of it.

The twelfth doctor would use the TARDIS to help you – he’d be at the console, telling the console to pump some soothing sounds into your room, maybe a little subtle aromatherapy. Did you room suddenly start to feel like it was gently rocking? Did the temperature just go up a few degrees? You wouldn’t be sure in your half awake state, but you’d suddenly find yourself much calmer and sleepier, and with the gentle hum of the TARDIS around you, you’d easily slide back into a more dreamless sleep.

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Comparing Doctors — At The Zoo

Comparing Doctors: at the zoo

The ninth doctor wouldn’t like the zoo. All those creatures, caged and captive, watching you with their tired eyes. He’d find it almost unbearable, the loss of freedom they all represent. He’d end up sneaking back in at night and liberating nearly everything – but responsibly, of course. He’d take each set of animals individually, using the TARDIS, and fly them to their appropriate habitat, having checked first to make sure it was safe, then fly back to the zoo for the next species. In the morning the zookeepers would be mystified to find the zoo entirely empty, but with no runaways. All the cages would still be locked. It would become the food of conspiracy theorists for decades.

The tenth doctor would spend ages quietly conversing with the more intelligent animals. You’d be hard pressed to get him away from the orangutans, for example, where he’d be having long conversations about art and music and whether they miss Borneo. In the end he’d secretly leave some of the more intelligent animals with a few augmented goodies that they could carefully hide away in their beds and use for entertainment. Later, the zoo would be mystified to find careful still life drawings, done in rough charcoal but with considerable talent, outside their cages. Who was the mysterious artist? The orangutans would look on wisely but never confess.

The eleventh doctor would spend his day interpreting everything the animals said to their keepers and handlers, trying to right their misconceptions and make life easier for everyone. He’d explain that the flamingos were actually asking for potato chips and the jaguar really, really wanted a small child to play with. Preferably a chubby one. The zookeepers would put up with this for a while but begin looking askance at him when he started revealing that all of the names they’d given the animals were incorrect. So what if in reality all fourteen parrots want to be called Beverly? Is that really so hard?

The twelfth doctor would arm them with the keys to their enclosures and with sticks and would incite a revolt. Then he’d lead them all to city hall and demand equal rights for animals. No one would understand what was going on, but it would get a lot of press coverage that would, eventually, result in better habitats, upgraded diets, and improved conditions. The animals would talk quietly among themselves for years about the strange man with the eyebrows who took them for a march one day.