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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Lun 1 Déc - 15:45

La BBC vient de mettre en ligne
le calendrier de l'avent Doctor Who :

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Pour l'instant je n'ai pas eu accès à la vidéo du 1er déc... problèmes de proxis ou trop tôt... on verra...


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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Mar 2 Déc - 14:52

1er Décembre
A special Christmas greeting from David Tennant.




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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Mar 2 Déc - 15:23

2 Décembre
Director Graeme Harper answers your questions.



La BBC avait demandé aux fans d'envoyer leurs questions pour le légendaire "director" des histoires comme Rise Of The Cybermen, Doomsday et la trilogie de la saison 4:Turn Left/The Stolen Earth/Journey's End. Graeme a gentillement accepté de répondre à quelques unes d'entre elles...

Ian: How did you feel when you heard that Doctor Who was being brought back by Russell and co. Did you expect (or hope) to be asked to direct for the new series?
Graeme Harper: I was really excited as I knew it could really be brought to life with all the technology available now. I did not expect to be thought of, as I am considered part of the old school. I suppose I have never really grown up though; I think that's apparent in my work. I did make contact to say I would love to be considered, but although I know I was approached for Series One, I was already signed up to do another series for ITV.
I was approached again for the second series, and after meeting Russell T Davies and Producer Phil Collision they offered me not one but two Cybermen stories! One of them had the Cybermen opposed by Daleks - what a coup for me! I was really surprised and excited.

Lewis: Comparing your excellent work on the classic series and your equally excellence in the new series, would you say you're the same director? Do you keep similar styles or is it completely different these days?
Graeme: Thank you for your very nice words. I think in 24 years I have changed and hopefully developed my style, if I have one! There are certain shots and ideas that, though effective when I used them, I have never used again since. Yet there are other techniques I use all the time. Also, I think all directors adapt their style of shooting depending on the subject they are dealing with and how that story needs to unfold.
Tracey: Out of all the Doctor Who episodes you've directed, what was the hardest part to bring to life on screen?
Graeme: There are quite a few, but the one that stands out is the magma creature in The Caves of Androzani, the last Peter Davison story. The creature just did not work and I did not have the experience to know how to cleverly disguise its downfalls during shooting. I think it remains a blemish on what could have been a really good story.

Thomas: As the series has progressed from Series One up to now, I notice it has become more cinematic, particularly in terms of camera movement. How much of a say do the directors have in terms of what they are allowed to do when staging sequences?
Graeme: The director has complete control over how he or she stages and shoots the stories. If anything you do is not wanted, however you soon get to know, as the production is very open between producers and directors. Things that don't work so well are put aside for another use some other time. We try to be as innovative as possible throughout, because of widescreen TV sets and format the whole style of shooting for TV has changed. If you want and can afford the equipment, then it is a fantastic format to give it a more cinematic feel.

Vicky: If you could direct a one-off special Doctor Who, where it's a crossover with any other TV program, which programme would you pick?
Graeme: Well, The Sarah Jane Adventures and Torchwood are obvious, but the one I would fancy would be collaboration with Spooks. Wow that could be very scary and creepy, mmmm...

Tony: Do you ever get emotional when directing a big end of series episode? For example, the emotionally charged conclusion to the last series with Donna and The Doctor, or are you simply trying to get everything right on the shoot?
Graeme: Yes I am trying to get everything right, but there is always the moment when you are watching a shot on the monitor, everything is going as planned and you are now totally locked into a performance and how it will go against the other performances you have captured or are about to capture.
Now that's when you end up in tears, because at that moment you are an audience and when the performances are as good as they are on Doctor Who you get totally hooked. You need to make sure you have lots of tissues!

Matt: I've noticed an interesting direction in the new series, with some episodes paying homage to other genres. What have been your biggest influences?
Graeme: My biggest influences are Martin Campbell, Sam Peckinpah, John Houston and John Ford, amongst several others. I am not sure about their styles creeping in - I would not presume I could even begin to use their ideas, but I guess we all unconsciously use ideas we have seen and turn them into our own thing.
A good example of a style of shot being stolen by many of us is the shot of Roy Scheider on the beach in Jaws. We hear a scream in the distance and the camera tracks in fast. The lens zooms out and the focus and size is held on Roy Scheider, giving a very tense and disturbing image. It's brilliant but can never be as brilliant again as its uniqueness lies in that film for that moment unless of course you have never seen Jaws.

Jacqui: What is your favourite episode of Doctor Who that you directed? What is your favourite episode of Doctor Who that you didn't direct?
Graeme: I really enjoyed making all the eps I was involved with, but my favourite has to be Utopia. I thought Derek Jacobi was brilliant and great fun to work with.
For the one I did not direct it has to be Blink. Boy was it scary and well cast. Good performances and a terrific story.

Trelawney: I was wondering, if you could be villain from Doctor Who, who would it be and why? Thanks!
Graeme: It would have to be The Master because he seems to have fun outwitting The Doctor. Who knows one day he might again. I think he is the only one; he has a brilliant brain, I would like one of those!

Lawrence: Out of all Classic and New Series stories which you have directed, which are you most proud of?
Graeme: I think it has to be two: Doomsday and the trilogy to end Series four - Turn Left, The Stolen Earth and Journeys End. They feel so epic in the depths of the stories.

Thomas: How do you approach a Doctor Who script that you are going to direct? What's the first thing that goes through your head?
Graeme: As I read a script I immediately see a vision of how the scenes will look and play and ideas pop into my head straight away, but I don't make a note of anything until the second reading. That way I read the story straight off, like a viewer watching it for the first time, so I try and hold onto those first ideas in my brain. The stronger ones emerge again without fail and the less important ones drop by the wayside.

Christopher: You have directed two episodes of 'Doctor Who' which are considered "legendary" by many fans during the 1980s. With this behind you, do you find you have a reputation to keep going? And do you aim to bring a Classic feel to the New Series?
Graeme: I feel responsible that every story I tell, I do to the best of my ability. I want the audience to get as much excitement and pleasure from the action and the story, so I make it as I would love to see it. I don't want to bring a 'classic' style to it. I want it to be pacey and energetic. Very modern with never a dull moment. I really hope I manage to achieve that. Of course, as a director, you can never please everyone, but we try.

Verity: In series four, you directed The Unicorn and the Wasp, in which the Doctor and Donna meet Agatha Christie. If you could go back and meet a favourite author, who would it be?
Graeme: Definitely John Buchan and definitely Arthur Conan Doyle. Great exciting thriller writers. Edge of your seat stuff and intriguing, yet both very different in their styles.

Mark: Are there any monsters that you'd really love, or dread, to direct?
Graeme: No! Bring them on!!! Even the Magma Creature from The Caves Of Androzani

Rachael: What do enjoy most about your work on Doctor Who, and what do you think Steven Moffat will bring to the show?
Graeme: I get to do action adventure stories with endless possibilities. Each story is so different; it keeps you on your toes. All that I really enjoy. I think Steven will bring a much darker side to the stories, much more hiding behind the sofa. Oh dear! I love it!

Stewart: When you were shooting classic Who, I believe it was multi-camera, and new Who is single camera. Which is the most problematic?
Graeme: They both have their own problems, but the best way to make a drama is single camera. Each shot is considered and lit for, whereas in a multi-camera studio you cannot light perfectly for 3/4 cameras so there are many compromises to be accepted. It is swifter, whereas with single camera it is a slower process - but you learn to be exact in your decisions on shot building, being very aware of how long you have to cover each scene. I prefer single camera, but I can do both.

Mark: Many Who fans agree with me that your first directing gig on the show, The Caves of Androzani, is one of the greatest Doctor Who adventures of all time. What are your feelings today when you look back on this seminal work?
Graeme: Yes, I had been directing for two years which is very short for such a complex production as Doctor Who is, but I feel I have learnt about pace and energy for scenes and how to give a story a real drive. I was really still learning big time then.
I think I work very differently now, and it is still not easy. I am not sure of how good a production Caves of Androzani was compared to now but I guess of its time it romped along. I thought it was gripping, the writing was terrific and that was a huge help towards its success, thank you for mentioning it.

Daniel: Is there one film or TV show from the past that you would like to have directed?
Graeme: Yes Rawhide or Wagon train and any of those other classic Westerns of the 60's and 70's or The Sweeney.

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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Mer 3 Déc - 20:45

3 Décembre
Vidéo : A Day Off With Who?





Et bien voilà j'ai la réponse à une de mes question.... Comment avaient-ils fait pour tourner certaines scènes lol!


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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Jeu 4 Déc - 20:40

4 Décembre
L'histoire de Noël :
NUMBER 1, GALLOWS GATE ROAD

Part One. Written by Rupert Laight. Illustrations by Brian Williamson.

la traduction en français peut-être lue sur le site de
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The first thing the Doctor heard when he woke was the sound of something tapping at a window.

He sat up in bed, ran a hand through his tangled hair and stared around him. Where am I, he thought. This isn't the TARDIS. It's a bed. A very uncomfortable bed. What am I doing in bed? I haven't got time for bed. This is madness.

The Doctor tested his memory. The last thing he remembered was... well, what was it? The TARDIS. He remembered the TARDIS. He'd been at the console when an alarm sounded. An alarm to indicate what?

After that, everything was blank.

Thoroughly confused, the Doctor looked around him. It was dark, apart from a line of light that seemed to edge the bottom of a door.

The Doctor rolled out of bed - surprised to find himself wearing pyjamas - and, squinting through the gloom, could just make out the room's sole window. It was covered with black material, pinned around the frame.

'Blackout,' he murmured to himself, and detached a corner, allowing bright morning light to flood the room.

The Doctor was standing in a small attic bedroom with a low, sloped ceiling and peeling, yellowed wallpaper. It was furnished simply with a narrow single bed and a chest of drawers, on top of which were his clothes, neatly folded.

He turned back to the dust-covered window and saw what had been making the tapping sound. The uppermost branches of a tall oak tree were scratching against the pane.

Got to find out what's going on, thought the Doctor, and he pulled on his clothes and flung open the bedroom door.

'Hello, Doctor,' said a voice on the brink of breaking. 'Did you sleep well?'

The Doctor looked down. A boy of about thirteen with ruddy cheeks and close-cropped ginger hair smiled up at him.

'How do you know my name?'

'You told us last night.'

'Us?' asked the Doctor, confused. 'Who's us?'

'Me and mother,' said the boy. 'Don't you remember?'

'Of course I do.' The Doctor thought hard but, for some reason, couldn't recall. 'Jog my memory.'

'Must be the cold, it's frozen your brain,' said the boy, and he held out his hand. 'I'm Robert. Robert Mann.'

'Nice to meet you, Robert Mann,' replied the Doctor, shaking the boy's hand enthusiastically. 'Or meet you again, I should say.' The Doctor paused a moment at the top of a staircase, still baffled as to how he'd got here.

'Come on then, or we'll be late for breakfast.'

As they descended, Robert reminded the Doctor of how he had rung the doorbell the previous evening, unable to tell them why but, as it was late, Robert's mother had offered him a bed for the night in their boarding house.

'I wonder what I wanted,' mused the Doctor. 'Oh well, who cares?' He paused. 'Hold on, that's not like me.' Then the worry vanished from his mind again. 'It's nice here,' he said. 'Maybe I'll stay.'

By now they had reached the bottom of three flights of stairs and were standing in the house's entrance hall.

'Needs a bit of a dust, doesn't it?' said the Doctor, running his finger along a picture rail.

'Can't get the staff,' said Robert. 'There is a war on.'

'A war? Is there? Which one?'

The boy chuckled. 'Are you pulling my leg?'

'Never pulled a leg in my life. And I don't joke about time. What year is this?'

Robert stared at him. 'It's 1940, of course.'

'I travel a lot,' said the Doctor. 'I get confused.'

'I wish I could travel,' replied Robert. 'I want to be an explorer when I grow up. Just like Marco Polo. He discovered spaghetti.'

'And pinched my caravan!'

'You're very strange.'

The Doctor grinned. 'It has been mentioned.'

The dining room was at the back of the house, with glass-panelled doors leading to the garden.

Seated around the oval table were five people. A young lady, a young man, an elderly lady, a stout, middle-aged gentleman and, at the head of the table, a skinny woman in her late thirties.

Robert quickly took his place, whilst the Doctor stood about awkwardly, unsure what to do.

'Please be seated,' said the thin woman brusquely.

From her red hair, the Doctor guessed her to be Robert's mother. But she lacked her son's jolly demeanour. Her features were sharp, her nose turned up as if permanently troubled by an unpleasant odour.

The Doctor sat down. 'I'm famished!'

'You can introduce yourself to the other guests,' said Mrs Mann. 'You've met Robert already.'

'He's going to be an explorer when he grows up,' said the Doctor. 'Aren't you, Rob?'

Mrs Mann snorted in derision. 'Robert changes his mind every five minutes.'

'No, I don't!' protested her son. 'I'm going to be an explorer.' He paused, then added, 'Or an engine driver.'

After the guests had helped themselves to modest portions of watery scrambled egg, the apologetic clatter of cutlery on china began.

'I'm Major Woolly,' said the stout man sat across from the Doctor. He had a blotchy complexion and a moustache that drooped over his mouth. 'So, you're a doctor, Mrs Mann tells us. Doctor what?'

'Do you know, I can't seem to remember right now,' said the Doctor.

'Shellshock is it?' said the Major. 'Terrible business, I'm sure. I knew a chap got it in the last war.' He paused to ruminate. 'That was a war all right. Not like this one. Fought it with our bare hands.'

'Must have been uncomfortable,' said the Doctor.

'Don't mind the Major,' said Mrs Mann. 'He'd love to teach Mr Hitler a thing or two. Wouldn't you, Major?'

The Major gave an unintelligible grunt and carried on with his breakfast.

Sat to his right was an elderly woman wearing a large feathered hat. She introduced herself as Miss Sillington, and gave the Doctor a warm smile.

'Welcome to our humble little guest house,' she said. 'I always call it a guest house, though strictly speaking it's a boarding house. I've lived in Sydenham since I was five years old. Then I lost all my money in the big crash. Moved in here in '33. Oldest resident.'

The Doctor's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her hat. It was a startling sight to see someone wearing something so vast and inappropriate to breakfast.

'I'm 74, you know,' added Miss Sillington, as if to explain her eccentric headgear.

Along the table, Robert giggled.

'Eat your egg,' said his mother, fixing him with a steely stare.

The Doctor caught the lad's eye and gave him an encouraging wink.

Robert then introduced the remaining two guests. Each greeted the Doctor a polite nod, but remained silent.

Miss Gibbs was probably in her early twenties. Timid-looking, she had fair hair and wore an Argyle sweater. At her side, and appearing equally bashful, sat Clive Plympton. About the same age as Miss Gibbs, he kept his head down throughout the meal, fixing his plate with a worried frown. Every once in a while, when she was sure no one was looking, Miss Gibbs would throw Mr Plympton a shy glance.

Just then, the dining room door swung open and a hefty woman of about fifty barged in, wearing a food-stained apron and carrying a tray.

'You lot finished yet?' she asked in a gravely voice.

'Very nearly, Mrs Baxter,' replied the landlady curtly.

Mrs Baxter ignored her and began collecting plates, whether the food on them was finished or not. 'Oh, and we've no gammon for lunch,' she said. 'All out of ration coupons. It'll be luncheon meat again.' And with a dismissive grunt she was gone.

'That woman,' hissed Mrs Mann, after a suitable pause. 'It's long past time I dismissed her. The food. The attitude. One of these days I'll get round to it. And that's not the only thing. The house needs a good spring clean, too. And as for Lofty... He certainly needs cutting down to size.'

'Who's Lofty?' asked the Doctor. 'Your husband?'

'Mr Mann is deceased,' replied the landlady quietly.

'Lofty is the oak tree in the garden,' explained Robert. 'Mother's been meaning to cut it down for years. It blocks out all the light to the back bedrooms.'

'Why don't you then?' asked the Doctor.

'No one ever does anything here,' said Robert.

'That will do.' His mother frowned at him.

'It's true though,' he added sulkily. 'Nothing ever happens in this house!'

Something about Robert's woeful tone struck the Doctor. Yes, there was an odd air to this place, he thought. A feeling of stagnation, of immobility.

'Leave the table at once!' ordered Mrs Mann.

Robert laid down his napkin, vacated his seat and sulkily slipped from the room.

Just then, the clock on the mantelpiece struck ten.


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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Jeu 4 Déc - 20:42


Seated around the oval table were five people...


Robert dawdled in the hallway, waiting for the Doctor to leave the dining room. This newcomer was the most exciting thing to happen at Gallows Gate Road since... well, forever. And there was something very odd about him, thought Robert, as the Major, Miss Sillington and the rest of them filed past.

Finally, the Doctor sauntered out into the hallway, gazing distractedly about.

'Where are you from, Doctor?' asked Robert.

'What?' The Doctor was clearly miles away. 'Oh, nowhere you'll have heard of.' He stuffed his hands in his pocket and shut his eyes. 'I can't even remember what I'm doing here.' Then he turned to Robert. 'What is it about this place?'

'I don't know,' Robert replied.

'Yes, you do,' insisted the Doctor.

'I do?' said Robert, confused. And he thought very hard as to what the newcomer meant.

This house was all he had ever known. He'd been born here. He'd grown up here. Father had died when he was six years old, and after that his mother had taken in paying guests. But the Doctor was right. There was something strange about the place.

'Yes... I think I know what you mean. All the residents are hopeless, aren't they? I want to be an architect, but they don't want to do anything.'

'Exactly!' The Doctor took Robert by the shoulders. 'And it means we have a lot of work to do, Robby-boy. So let's get to it!' And he bounded off up the stairs.

'Get to what?' Robert called after him.

'Questioning the guests, of course,' replied the Doctor. 'You take the Major and Miss Gibbs. I'll speak to Miss Sillington and Mr Plympton.' He paused, frowning. 'One of them is not what they seem.'

Miss Sillington had taken off her hat. Sitting in her small, sparsely furnished room was clearly not occasion enough for the dilapidated headgear.

'These are amazing,' said the Doctor, studying the collection of colourful paintings that covered one wall. The Doctor thought he recognised her style. Yes, he did. There was a picture just like them in the National Portrait Gallery in London - of a famous writer. And he was sure that was painted in 1940 by an M. Sillington. 'Have you ever met T.S. Eliot?' he asked.

'T.S. who?' murmured the elderly lady.

But the Doctor barely heard her. He was drawn to one painting in particular. It was quite unlike the rest - a study of a tree, rendered in total realism. He squinted at the date in the corner. 1933. 'This is the most recent one,' he said. 'But that was seven years ago.'

'Just after I took lodgings here.'

'Why did you stop? You're a brilliant painter!'

'Well...' she began. But then there was a long pause. 'I don't really know,' she said at last. 'I just... lost my confidence. Who'd be interested in my little daubs? I'm hardly going to be a famous artist now. I'm 74, you know.'

'Doesn't matter if you're 104. Never too late to be brilliant.' The Doctor beamed. 'I should know.'

'When I was your age I lived just two streets from here,' mused Miss Sillington, clearly caught up in her own thoughts. 'There was a lot of talk about this house back then.'

'What kind of talk?'

'No one would go near the place. They said the house was cursed. All nonsense, of course. Merely rumours.' Miss Sillington frowned, as if trying to remember something.

'Rumours usually start for a reason,' said the Doctor.

'You can't seriously believe...' Miss Sillington's frail voice trailed off.

'It is a very strange house,' she admitted finally.

One flight of stairs further up No.1 Gallows Gate Road, Robert had slipped into the empty bedroom of Major Woolly. He was examining the lapel of an Army dress jacket hanging on a peg beside the bed. It was adorned with medals from the First World War.

'What are you doing in here, boy?' barked the Major, who'd slipped quietly into the room behind him. But his frown immediately shifted into a proud beam when he spotted what his intruder was looking at. 'Admiring the brass, eh?'

'You must have been quite a soldier,' said Robert. 'Why aren't you out there now? You can't be too old for it.'

'No, of course not. But you see, it's, er...' The Major shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the other. 'I'm no coward, if that's what you're getting at.'

'Obviously not. So what's stopping you?' asked Robert in his best detective tone.

Major Woolly's face twisted into a pained pout. To Robert, it looked as if, for the first time in years, the man was really searching his soul.

'I don't know,' stammered the Major after a long, strained silence. 'I just... can't.' As the clock over the hearth struck noon, the Doctor and Robert were standing in the chilly drawing room swapping notes.

Robert told the Doctor everything he'd learned about the Major, and then he moved on to Miss Gibbs.

Every weekday she took the train into the offices of a small publishing house, to make notes on unsolicited manuscripts. The rest of the time, however, it was clear her only occupation was the study of Mr Plympton.

The Doctor then explained that Clive Plympton's income came from writing articles about historical events for monthly periodicals. But, it transpired, he really wanted to pen a passionate historical novel.

'Is that everyone?' asked the Doctor.

'Yes,' said Robert. 'Apart from Mrs Baxter.'

'Did I hear my name?' Mrs Baxter stood in the doorway, hands on hips. 'I suppose you'll be wanting tea.'

'Actually, it was you we wanted,' said the Doctor. 'How long have you worked here, Mrs Baxter?'

'Since 1934,' replied the cook. 'For my sins.'

'Happy?' The Doctor stared at her.

'Don't be daft,' she replied.

'Why not leave then?'

'Well, if truth be told, I would like to retire.' She stared out of the window with a faraway expression. 'To Dorset maybe. I've a sister there. I could keep a pig. Trouble is, they'd never cope here without me.'

'I reckon they'd manage,' said the Doctor. 'Don't you, Rob?'

Robert nodded.

'Charmed, I'm sure,' huffed Mrs Baxter. 'Now, if that's all the silly questions, I'll get back to my kitchen. It's lunch in half an hour, and them tins of meat won't open themselves.'

The Doctor stared into the space newly vacated by Mrs Baxter, his expression dark. 'Someone here is sapping every last drop of ambition from these people. And I'm going to find out who it is.' With that, he sprang towards the door.

'Where are you going?' asked Robert.

'To the TARDIS. Er, my motor car.'

'Spaceship, you mean!'

The Doctor froze in the doorway.

'Only an alien would keep something like this in his pocket.'

Robert held up the Doctor's sonic screwdriver.

'That's my... Where did you get that?'

'I went through your pockets last night.'

A smile lit up the Doctor's face. 'You're a cheeky monkey, aren't you? I like that. Just what I'd do. Now give it here!'

He snatched the sonic screwdriver from Robert's hand and left the room.

Robert congratulated himself. He knew he'd been right.

Out in the hall, the Doctor was thinking hard. He had to remember why he'd come here, where he'd been going before the TARDIS was dragged off-course. Had it been dragged off-course? Surely this house wasn't affecting him too? He'd faced tougher competition than the residents of a scruffy semidetached in Sydenham.

He looked down at the sonic screwdriver in his hand. I'm the Doctor, he thought defiantly. I'm a Time Lord. I can travel from one side of the Universe to the other in the blink of an eye. That must be something to be proud of?

He shook himself, turned towards the front door and gripped the handle. Just then, the world began to spin.

'Doctor?' he heard Robert calling urgently. 'Doctor! Are you all right?'

But dark clouds filled the Doctor's mind, and though he tugged at the door, he couldn't open it. He knew it wasn't locked or jammed - it was he who didn't have the strength, the determination, to leave this place.

And then he forgot even that, as No.1 Gallows Gate Road seemed to slip further and further away and total blackness engulfed everything.

The last thing he heard was a boy's voice screaming his name.

'Doctor! Doctoooor!'


pour la suite cf post du 11 décembre...


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Re: Advent Calendar DW 2008

Message par Lady of the Tardis le Sam 6 Déc - 1:38

5 Décembre
Game : Black Hole




lien vers le jeu...


Le TARDIS est hors de contrôle et est attiré vers un trou noir. Aide le Docteur en utilisant l'énergie gravitationnelle des astéroïdes et comètes pour empêcher le TARDIS de tomber à travers le trou noir vers une dimension parallèle...


Ouais, pas super facile, ou alors... suis vraiment nulle en jeu vidéo...

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Message par Rhumer le Sam 6 Déc - 3:47

c'est surtout le jeu qui est horriblement stressant

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Message par Rhumer le Sam 6 Déc - 15:47

6 Décembre
Cartes de Noël



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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Sam 6 Déc - 17:23

En version intégrale, ça donne ça ...

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Message par Rhumer le Sam 6 Déc - 19:23

J'avais pas "tilté" qu'il y avait des version intégrale merci Lady

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Message par Rhumer le Dim 7 Déc - 14:39

7 Décembre
Wallpapers

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Message par Utopia! le Dim 7 Déc - 17:08

Ces wallpapers sont magnifiques !!
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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Dim 7 Déc - 20:52

Bon, j'ai refait le jeu et on gagne une photo bonus si on fait un score suffisant...

à 22 000 et quelques... je viens de gagner cette photo !!!!


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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Lun 8 Déc - 16:34

8 Décembre
Game : COSMIC COLLIDER




à chaque niveau, une nouvelle photo de l'épisode de Noël... pour le Wallpaper cliquez dessus pour l'agrandir...
je les mets en spoilers, si jamais vous voulez les avoir en jouant plutôt que de les voir dès maintenant... lol!

Spoiler:
Niveau 1:


Niveau 2:


Niveau 3:


Niveau 4:


Niveau 5:


Niveau 6:





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Message par Rhumer le Lun 8 Déc - 16:49

Niveau 6:
Spoiler:

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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Lun 8 Déc - 17:21

Le plus drôle, c'est qu'en attendant que la fenêtre d'aujourd'hui soit accessible, j'y jouais depuis au moins une bonne 1/2 heure... et je me disais : "tiens, c'est bizarre... dans le jeu, il y a des photos de l'épisode de Noël.... "

Puis en retournant sur la page d'accueil, j'ai vu que c'était le "KDO" du calendrier d'aujourd'hui...

Strange isn't it ???? affraid

PS : Wallpaper mis dans mon post précédent.... et ... tu m'as devancé à quelques secondes près...

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Message par Rhumer le Mer 10 Déc - 14:24

9 Décembre
CHRISTMAS MONSTER FILE
Tales of Christmas past from Captain Jack.





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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Mer 10 Déc - 17:56

10 Décembre
Cybermen Screensaver
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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Jeu 11 Déc - 15:50

11 Décembre
L'histoire de Noël :
NUMBER 1, GALLOWS GATE ROAD

Part Two. Written by Rupert Laight. Illustrations by Brian Williamson.




The Doctor heard a distant voice. A young woman. 'Is he all right?'

'He still looks very pale,' said another voice. 'Hold on, I think he's coming round.'

The Doctor sat up, and reality span into focus. 'I'm fine now,' he said, still on the floor by the front door. 'I think I won the battle.' And he began to recognise the residents of Gallows Gate Road - Miss Gibbs, the Major and the rest - as they looked down. 'One of you is an alien!'

A few seconds of deathly hush followed before the hall echoed with worried chatter.

'He must still be woozy,' said Miss Sillington.

'Barking mad!' said the Major.

The Doctor scrambled to his feet and looked out of the window. 'It's getting dark. How long was I out?'

'A couple of hours,' said Mrs Mann. 'What happened?'

'Bit hard to explain. But never mind that, there's work to do!' The Doctor pushed through the small crowd and took hold of Robert's arm. 'Come on, Robby-boy, we're searching this house from attic to basement!'

'No you are not!' insisted Mrs Mann. 'My house does not need searching!'

'It certainly does,' said the Doctor firmly, finding his sonic screwdriver still in his hand and shaking it at Mrs Mann. And he started up the stairs.

'Well I never,' said Major Woolly. Upstairs, the Doctor slammed into the Major's bedroom.

'What are we looking for?' panted Robert, struggling to keep up.

'There's an alien intelligence hiding in this house, and it's very powerful. When I tried to leave, it almost consumed me. Took all my mental reserves to beat it back.'

Robert watched in amazement as the Doctor activated his sonic screwdriver and swept its beam across each wall in turn.

'And if I know my alien intelligences, which I do,' continued the Doctor, 'there's a more than fair chance it's hiding inside another life form.'

'You mean... one of us? Like the Major? Or Mother?' He paused. 'Or me?'

'I'm sorry, Rob, but anything's possible,' said the Doctor, putting on his glasses. 'Still, I'm here to help. Whatever happens next.' He stared around him. 'Now, help me search. We're looking for anything that seems out of place.

'Or out of time,' said Robert.

'You're catching on,' beamed the Doctor, as he flung open the doors of Major Woolly's wardrobe. 'I knew you'd understand.'

Over the next few hours, Robert helped his friend explore every inch of every bedroom. The Doctor cheerily dismissed complaints from Mrs Mann and her guests with the wave of what appeared to be a warrant from the Ministry of War.

After the bedrooms, they checked the dining room and the drawing room. Still the Doctor seemed to find no clues. Then they went downstairs to the basement, the domain of Mrs Baxter, which she ruled like a dictator.

'What you doing in here?' boomed the cook, as soon the Doctor and Robert entered the kitchen. 'I'm trying to make a jam roly-poly.'

'We won't get in the way of your roly-poly,' said the Doctor.

Robert eyed Mrs Baxter accusingly. 'We're searching for aliens.'

'Germans, you mean?'

'No. The ones from outer space.'

Mrs Baxter rolled her eyes and went back to work, while Robert explored the kitchen.

'I think I'd like to be a chef when I grow up,' he muttered, eyeing Mrs Baxter's collection of knives. 'Head chef at The Ritz, in fact.'

But the Doctor seemed not to be listening. He was on his hands and knees. 'Look!' he shouted.

Robert bent down to see what the Doctor was staring at.

Just above the skirting board, the plaster was cracked and crumbling. The Doctor crawled further along the length of the wall. 'It's here too,' he said. 'And here!'

'What's so strange?' asked Robert. 'The back wall of the house is full of cracks like that.'

The Doctor stood up. 'I've been blind,' he said. 'Let's go! It's time to end this!'

Major Woolly tapped his watch. 'This is insufferable, Doctor,' he said. 'First you accuse one of us of being a spy, then you ransack our rooms, and now you're encroaching on dinner!'

'Never mind all that,' said the Doctor, turning to address a full dining room. He'd summoned every member of the household to a meeting, Robert at his side. 'You're all in deadly danger. A force in this house is sucking away your potential, like a sponge absorbs water, and not one of you is capable of the teensiest hint of motivation or - '

'How dare you!' interrupted the Major. 'I could walk out that front door this very minute and achieve anything I put my mind to. We all could.'

'Go on then!' urged the Doctor.

'It's after six,' said Miss Sillington quietly. 'Everything will be shut.'

'Major, you should be back in the Army. I know that's where your heart is. Why else keep your uniform so neatly pressed? Miss Sillington, you're a fantastic painter, so why not paint? And you, Clive, could write that novel. You wouldn't be alone if Miss Gibbs finally found the willpower to express her true feelings. And even Mrs Baxter could have her pig in the country.'

Six shocked faces gaped back at him, but the Doctor continued, lowering his voice slightly.

'And as for you, Mrs Mann, you can't even have that tree in the back garden cut down. A tree that steals your light and makes you miserable every time you look at it.' He stared at them sternly. 'You're all brilliant, wonderful people, but not one of you has the strength to follow your dreams. And there's a reason for that.'

'More talk of dark forces?' sighed Mrs Mann.

'Not just talk. It's here amongst you.'

The room erupted into confused chatter.

'If I'm correct,' the Doctor continued, 'this force is stealing your ambition and using it. I've felt it myself.'

'You haven't said anything about me, Doctor,' ventured Robert. 'What about me?'

'You're different to everyone else here,' replied the Doctor.

Miss Sillington gasped. 'You don't mean that Robert is... the alien?'

'Of course not. What's important about Robert is that he's completely unaffected. And that's why he's been such a help to me.' He turned to the lad. 'It hasn't touched you because you're young. You haven't made up your mind about what you want to be in life. There's no specific ambition to hone in on.'

'Yes there is,' protested the lad. 'I want to be an escapologist.'

'You wanted to be a chef half an hour ago,' said the Doctor. 'But that's great. There's no reason you should make up your mind. You've got years ahead - and a trillion possibilities to choose from.' The Doctor ruffled Robert's hair. 'Though I must say I'm glad you've dropped the chef idea. Hard work and terrible money.'

'Then if it's someone here,' said Mrs Baxter, 'who is it?'

The residents of No.1 Gallows Gate Road eyed one another suspiciously.

'It's not any of you,' said the Doctor, marching over to the doors that led into the garden. He pushed them open and stepped outside. An icy gust of wind blew through the room.

'Where's he going now?' said Mrs Mann.

'Deuced if I know,' replied the Major.

In the garden, the Doctor stared up at the enormous oak. It was dark, but a full moon illuminated everything. There was silence, bar a steady tap-tap-tap on the bedroom windows as the highest branches of the tree swayed in the chill wind.

Robert appeared at the Doctor's elbow. 'Those cracks in the basement wall,' he said. 'They're caused by the tree.'

'Exactly! Its roots are digging into the foundations, spreading further every day, and claiming the house.'

'You're saying our villain is a tree?' The Major was standing behind them with the other residents.

'It's a nuisance, keeping me awake at night,' said Miss Sillington, 'but I wouldn't call it villainous.'

'It was the subject of your last painting,' said the Doctor. 'You'd produced amazing stuff for years, then you moved in here, managed one picture and gave up.'

The Doctor took a step deeper into the garden, then winced and put a hand to his head. 'Can't you feel it? An intelligent parasite. It needs the energy of others to live. And this is a particularly vicious example. I've seen something like it before. On Esto, in the Lagoon Nebula.' He pointed into the sky. 'Somewhere over there.'

Robert gazed toward the stars as the Doctor continued.

'These parasites inhabit the longest-lived life form on any world they visit. They don't have a physical shape of their own, so they need an anchor. They're really just squiggly waves of psychic force.' The Doctor took another step forward and clutched his head again, clearly in pain. 'Fetch an axe, Robert.'

'Don't you dare!' cried Mrs Mann.

'Ignore her, Rob.' The Doctor stared at the landlady. 'If it's so harmless, then what are you afraid of? You've already said how much you want it cut down.'

Mrs Mann stomped over to the vast oak tree and stood in front of it, arms outstretched. 'You are not touching poor old Lofty!'

'This tree is home to an alien parasite,' protested the Doctor. 'And I reckon it has been for hundreds of years. Miss Sillington told me there have always been stories about this house. I should have realised then it hadn't possessed a human. That tree has been here far longer than any of you, any of these buildings even. And think of the name of the street.'

'Gallows Gate Road,' said Clive. 'In the Eighteenth Century, criminals convicted by the Kent magistrates were executed somewhere near here.'

'Near here?' repeated the Doctor. 'Where do you think the hangman slung his rope? This place has always been home to misery and loss. The force inhabiting that tree has been feeding off human potential for centuries.'

Robert emerged from the garden shed, carrying an axe. He held it out to the Doctor.

'I don't think it'll let me any closer,' said the Doctor. 'You're a big boy now, Rob. You can handle it, can't you?'

'I suppose so,' said Robert nervously.

'Don't!' bellowed his mother.

'It's n-not a good idea,' stammered Miss Sillington.

'I wouldn't if I were you, my boy,' said the Major.

The residents edged towards Robert, but the Doctor strode between them. 'It's for your own good!' he cried. Then he turned to Robert. 'Chop it down! You're the only one who can!'

Robert hefted the axe high into the air.

'Noooo!' wailed the others.

It crashed down, cutting deep into the trunk.

The Doctor and the rest staggered, struggling to remain on their feet. Then they stared up in horror.

'What's that?' cried Mrs Baxter.




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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Jeu 11 Déc - 15:52



From the tree came a vast, luminous green imprint of itself...



From the tree came a vast, luminous green imprint of itself - a ghostly silhouette that hovered above the small crowd and let out a deafening shriek.

'It's the entity leaving,' cried the Doctor over the din. 'Keep going, Rob!'

Robert let the axe fall again and again into the trunk's open wound.

The terrifying shape was twisting into a swirling vortex, which sent a vicious wind whipping about the house. It was so strong the residents could hardly keep their footing.

Miss Sillington gripped onto the Major. 'I feel strange,' she said.

'Here, let me have a go,' said Mr Plympton, and he waded forward and grabbed the axe from Robert.

He was followed by the Major, who took his turn enthusiastically chopping, the strange green energy whipping about him all the while.

Blow after blow rained down and the tree creaked and splintered.

It was then that the whirlwind began to lose its strength, and with a final piercing howl it was sucked in upon itself, until just a single ball of light hovered over the Doctor, and then disappeared.

The Doctor collapsed.

The Major passed the axe to Mrs Mann. 'All yours, dear lady. Finish him off!'

Laughing, the landlady delivered the final chop, and with a deafening crack, the tree fell, crashing down across the garden and two more besides.

Then there was silence.

Eventually, the residents began chattering amongst themselves, in a way they hadn't done the whole time the Doctor had been with them. It was as if a light had been turned on and they saw one another - and themselves - for the first time.

The Doctor staggered to his feet and rubbed his head.

'The thing in the tree - is it dead?' asked Miss Sillington.

'I don't think it can be killed. It's just fled to another host. As I said, it inhabits the oldest life form around. And right here, right now... that's me.'

Miss Sillington looked at the Doctor, clearly confused.

'I'm 904, you know,' he said.

Later that night, the guests of No.1 Gallows Gate Road were once again gathered around the dining table. A crackling fire blazed in the hearth.

'Let us raise a glass to the Doctor,' said Mrs Mann.

Everyone lifted their glasses. 'To the Doctor,' they said with one voice.

'I'm not sure if I can accept everything you told us, Doctor,' said Major Woolly. 'But I must say I haven't felt this much get-up-and-go in years.'

'I'll second that,' said Miss Sillington. She wore her hat, now decorated with leaves from the fallen oak tree.

'I can't believe all this stuff about aliens either,' said Mrs Mann, 'and goodness knows how I'll explain that mess outside to the neighbours, but I finally feel able to make some changes around here.'

'And I'm signing up on Monday,' said the Major. 'Even a duffer like me might be of some use. If only to the Home Guard.'

'Good for you,' said the Doctor.

'I'm already making notes for my novel,' said Clive, tapping a notebook in his jacket pocket.

'And I'm going to get back to my painting,' said Miss Sillington. 'I fancy doing a portrait. Maybe someone famous even. I could do one of you, Doctor.'

The Doctor smiled warmly, but remained silent.

'You are staying on, aren't you?' asked the elderly woman nervously.

At that moment, Mrs Baxter burst in carrying a huge bowl of stew. 'And don't ask what I had to do to get this little lot,' she said, placing the dish proudly on the table.

'It looks lovely, Bertha,' said Mrs Mann.

'Now, it's not that I don't like it here,' said the cook. 'but come January I've fixed to move down to my sister's in Bridport.'

'You're leaving us?' asked Miss Gibbs.

'Now don't try talking me out of it because when I make up my mind...' She trailed off as if waiting for someone to protest. But no one did. 'I'll fetch the bread and butter then,' said Mrs Baxter, sighing and shuffling out.

And whilst most of the guests were busy helping themselves to portions of stew, the Doctor noticed Clive Plympton give Miss Gibbs a coy smile. Her face lit up with happiness.

The Doctor chuckled quietly to himself and glanced around the table. Robert was shovelling forkfuls of food into his mouth.

'I definitely know now what I want to be when I'm older,' he said.

The Doctor couldn't help but smile proudly. 'It's not all fun being a time traveller,' he said. 'But I'm very flattered, Robby-boy.'

Robert frowned. 'I don't want to be like you, silly!' He flicked a glance towards the garden. 'I want to be a lumberjack.'

The Doctor closed the front door of No.1 Gallows Gate Road behind him, having slipped away when nobody was looking.

Across the street stood the TARDIS.

As he unlocked the door and went in, the Doctor wondered, and not for the first time, if his ship had somehow sensed the alien parasite. One thing he knew for sure though was that he couldn't keep it locked up in his mind forever. The TARDIS's telepathic circuits would help flush it out into the Time Vortex. That was one place where it couldn't do any more harm.

In the moonlit street, a battered blue box let out a wheezing and groaning sound, and then slowly vanished into the night.




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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Ven 12 Déc - 15:58

12 Décembre
Cyber Quizz
Test your knowledge of the metallic monsters!




Questions 1 à 5
Spoiler:
1


2


3


4


5

Questions 6 à 10
Spoiler:
6


7


8


9


10


Réponses
Spoiler:
Question 1 : Battasea Power Station
Question 2 : Cyberdyne
Question 3 : de haut en bas et de gauche à droite : Tomb of the Cybermen, Doomsday,The Next Doctor, Earthshock
Question 4 : Void
Question 5 : lack of Oxygene
Question 6 : Crane
Question 7 : de haut en bas et de gauche à droite : Doomsdat, Earthshock, The Next Doctor, The Invasion
Question 8 : We are the masters of Earth !
Question 9 : Jake Simmonds
Question 10 : Revenge of the Cybermen

Résultats
Spoiler:
De 0 à 3/10


De 4 à 7/10


De 8 à 9/10


10/10

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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Ven 12 Déc - 16:00

Pour ma part, à mon premier essai j'ai fait 7/10... je devais être upgrated affraid ...

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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Sam 13 Déc - 15:03

13 Décembre
CYBERSHADE FACE MASK
Become a Cybershade!




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Message par Lady of the Tardis le Dim 14 Déc - 16:25

14 Décembre
WHOSPY
Behind-the-scenes teaser pics for The Next Doctor.



Surrounded by the Clappertrons, the Doctors faced certain death...
David Tennant and David Morrissey film an exciting fight scene.



Who Ya Gonna Call?
Is this guy ghostbusting, or simply snow blasting?



The Cyberleader was thrilled by his new microscope...
Going for a take in the Cybermen's lair.



Someone always turns up to the fancy dress party without a costume...
A funeral procession is assembled, ready for a take.



The Cybermen's spaceship was badly in need of an upgrade...
A Cybershade mask at the Prop Store.



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