Paul Gadzikowski

This Time Round

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Today, April 19 2001, is the 25th anniversary of my first Daily cartoon.

For obvious reasons I was planning to *draw* this story; but the attempt
only proved that I'm not in a cartooning space right now. So here are the
same gags in unDaily format.

This story bears a little explanation for those who receive my stories by
email rather than via the alt.drwho.creative newsgroup on Usenet. Trying to
keep it short: On a.dw.c there's a tavern we write stories about called This
Time Round, where DOCTOR WHO characters comment on what DOCTOR WHO pro and
fan writers write about them. Well, that's how it started, but once the
bounds of canon continuity are loosened actually anything can happen. I don't
usually email around my THIS TIME ROUND stories because they're stuffed with
DOCTOR WHO or a.dw.c in-jokes; but this one is stuffed with me in-jokes
instead, or also. In the a.dw.c tradition of fan writers championing
unpopular characters they like, in my TTR stories Peri Brown romances the
Doctor. All eight of him. At once. They're THIS TIME ROUND stories, so
anything can happen.

For a fuller explanation of This Time Round and links to all the stories
in this arc including this one, see my website at the URL listed immediately
below and also at the end of the story. Or just plough forward and pick it up
as you go along.


THE EIGHT PERIS 1/1 TTR, the author's Peri arc
by Paul Gadzikowski
Bits of this work may derive from properties of the BBC, Fox,
     Paramount, et al., but it's non-profit and in no way intrudes on
     their markets.
THIS TIME ROUND concept by Tyler Dion, after Kielle

     From some angles she looks like Sally Kellerman and from some Loretta
Swit. She has on a floor-length gown of purple velvet with long sleeves.
There is a cape of similar material around her shoulders; it is lined in
flaming red silk. A four-inch-wide golden ribbon hangs from her right
shoulder and goes down through the valley between her more than ample mammary
developments to her waist. On it is spelled out REVEREND MOTHER EMERITUS. A
golden crucifix, a full nine inches long, hangs from her neck, the chain
also going down the valley of her bosom. The same legend is spelled out in
diamonds and rubies on the crucifix. REVEREND goes down the vertical piece,
and MOTHER and EMERITUS runs along the members. In her right hand, the lady
clutches the age-old symbol of the shepherd of a religious flock, the
shepherd's crook.
     She enters This Time Round and addresses Adric: "I'm Reverend Mother
Emeritus Margaret Houlihan Wachauf Wilson, R.N., Lt. Col. US Army Medical
Corps (ret), of the God Is Love In All Forms Christian Church, Inc. I'm
here to perform the wedding."
     "Hiya Hot Lips," says Adric.


     Even for this occasion the Doctor(s) can't be pressed into ... well,
into pressed clothes. None of him will wear a tuxedo. However, each of
him has been cajoled into a black-and-white version of his usual outfit.
Now all eight are lined up in front of the mirror in the tavern's men's
     Superman is their best man. He watches them primp and expresses some
confusion: "So Peri is marrying all eight of you?"
     "We're all the same person really," observes Doctor Four,
straightening his snow-white eighteen-foot scarf.
     "Yes, but *you*'re incarnated eight times over," Superman objects.
"How's the ceremony going to work? ...How's the *honeymoon* going to
     "Oh, use your head!" Doctor Six snaps as his collar snaps.
     "If the laws of Time are so easily disregarded by *me* in this
place," says Doctor One, "then just this once ..."


     The guests are all seated at tables. There's a buffet set up against
the back wall for the reception; both Harry and Adric will be behind the
bar and almost all the girl companions will pull an hour shift waiting
tables. But that's for later.
     Now Hot Lips is standing at the midpoint of the bar, directly across
from the bottom of the stairwell in the opposite wall. To her left and in
front of her is the line of Doctors, and to their left is Superman. Hot
Lips signals to Steven at the upright, who begins banging out something
akin to the bridal march.
     Peri descends the stairs on the arm of the Brigadier. Then Peri
descends the stairs on the arm of Colonel Potter (well, Captain Potter -
he's in a Starfleet uniform). Then Peri descends the stairs on the arm
of Merlin from "King Arthur in Time and Space". Five more Peris are
given away by Jean-Luc Picard, Rupert Giles, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jor-El and
the present author. The Peris line up each matched with a Doctor,
Superman passes out eight rings, and Hot Lips begins reading the vows.
     The lineup from Willis' "Mystery Psycho Theatre 3000" series are
sitting in a row in a dark corner of the tavern by the stairs. As the Peris
pass, Diane whispers to the others, "The fanfiction she's been in, and she
still wears white ..."


     As the eight happy couples stand in the receiving line, one of the
received couples is a female robot and a short man in big round glasses
and a bow tie.
     "Newton and Monica Dexter," the man introduces themselves to each
     "We were married in the Dailies too," adds Monica each time.
     "Fancy!" says each Doctor.


     Amongst those who waited until after the first rush at the buffet
table, an old man with a beard and Doctor Four's scarf and an Alan
Alda lookalike in a STAR TREK movie uniform both reach for the bowl of
cheese Ritz Bits sandwiches at once.
     "Merlin, 'King Arthur in Time and Space'," the old man introduces
     "Captain Hawkeye Pierce of the starship Enterprise-A, 'T*R*E*K'."
They each take a handful of Ritz Bits and turn to face the festivities.
"Twenty-five years of cartoons and fanfiction sure generate a hell of a
lot of wedding reception guests."
     Merlin nods. "I see quite a few like yourself who are M*A*S*H- or
70s sitcom- characters dressed as *other* characters."
     "The TRAPPER JOHN MD, WKRP and MARY TYLER MOORE people dressed for
90s STAR TREK are from the same continuity as me. Most of the rest are
M*A*S*H characters inserted into other stories back in the 70s."
     "But not all. I see Eeyore dressed as Doctor Johnny Fever, and
Barney Miller and Ross & Rachel with a Motie ..."
     "Funny he never did that to DOCTOR WHO with something else," Hawkeye
muses. "Then he could cross T*R*E*K with THAT mixture, and make T*R*E*K
versions of his WHO/TREK crossovers."
     "His writing time isn't already spread thin enough for you?"


     Doctor and Peri Two circulate. "This would be the table where all the
people who receive Paul's story announcements by email are sitting!"
Doctor Two announces. This isn't much of a guess, as it's the only table
of non-'Round regulars who aren't obviously crossover characters.
     "Except for Doug Killings," the author's wife answers Doctor Two.
"He's at the a.dw.c authors table."
     "Most of us have appeared in the Dailies," adds the author's brother.
     "During periods when they were about their readers," says the
     Peri recognizes one of the guests. "You were Faith's lawyer!"
     The man with the mustache nods. "On a.t.bvs and a.t.bvs.c I'm known
as Riddler."
     Doctor Two recognizes the three Bills from Chicago. "And you three
fellows were the founders of the Howard Foundation!"
     "There was someone else ..." Peri tries to remember. "I know! Paul
named two Enterprise-D security guards Roberts and Morris in 'Conspiracy
of the Daleks' []."
     "And gave them M*A*S*H character faces," the author's mother explains,
"because he only knows Rob from"
     "Is Mr. Morris atending?" the Doctor asks.
     "He's off meeting all the M*A*S*H-variant characters ..." says the
     "There he is!" the stepson points. "With the K*A*R*T knights."


     "Happy to be here?" the brother-in-law asks.
     "I'm happy to be anywhere," says Henry Blake.


     "'TTR is for not having continuity,' he always says," grumbles
Doctor Nine, watching the eight happy couples dancing the first dance.
"Then he restricts his only romance to only canonical me's."
     "You're still the current Doctor in his real fanfiction," Buffy
points out. Doctor Nine's visiting the BUFFY/ANGEL cast's table. "You see
more of him than we do."
     "He unsubscribed from a.t.bvs.c some months ago," explains Giles.
     "Supposedly it was time constraints," adds Xander, "but actually
it's more that a guy can only tolerate a certain percentage of Buffy/Spike
slash in his BUFFY fanfiction."
     "Some months ago?" repeats Doctor Nine. "Perhaps it'll have
slacked off after the Valentine's Day episode when Joss made his
feelings on that subject known?"
     "It takes more than countercanonicity to discourage those S/Bers,"
Buffy mopes.
     "It's only charity that we refrain from calling them B/Sers," says
Willow confidentially.
     "Yet," murmurs Giles, "it always seems to be mentioned that we
do ..."


     "Okay, Brad," says Doug Killings at the a.dw.c writers' table, "*I*
get to appear in this story even though it was scripted to be drawn
because Paul knew me in the 80s - but how could you have been on-panel
when Paul's never seen what you look like?"
     "Well, Doug,", drawls Brad Willis, stretching his arms behind his
capped head in his Lennox coveralls, "now y'all know what author-insertion
fanfic is good for ..."
     Doug dumps his beer on Brad. "Now you know what author-insertion
fanfic is *bad* for."
     "Hey, it's Number One who's cursed, not me!!" Brad sputters, though
nevertheless suddenly sporting a red pigtail and filling out the coverall
in a manner more expected of, say, Hot Lips.


     Radar O'Reilly goes to the bar for another grape Nehi. He finds he's
already there.
     He's there with pointed ears, wearing a Romulan civilian tunic,
ordering an Altair water.
     He's there in armour, shield and lance, ordering a mead.
     He's there in a white tunic with a lightsabre at his belt, ordering
something blue and milky.
     He's there about half his other heights with big bare hairy feet, and
a length of rope wound around his waist for its easy transport. He turns and
leaves before he finds out what that him's ordering.


     "Akili Tembo!" GrammarMan stops the upright elephantoid in the
button-down shirt on his way to the bar. "I haven't seen you since we were
both in Paul's high school Dailies. How've you been?"
     Akili shakes GrammarMan's hand with enthusiasm. "Well, I played with
the Chicago Symphony Orchestra for awhile. Then I was Dean of Intrumental
Music at the University of Louisville. Now I'm in a jazz band. And I'm
what I call the paid unscientific advisor to Infinity Labs."

     At one end of the stories email lists' table, the three Bills are
talking with the Dexters. "So Moebius Labs is now called Infinity Labs,"
Bill the ukelele player.
     "And always was?" asks Bill the convention smof.
     "We always told him he needed to get other people's copyrights out of
the Dailies' original character scenarios," points out Bill the former
     "We were even government-sanctioned - secretly, of course - in the
90s, for awhile," Newton continues his update.
     "We still maintain contact with the Interstellar Confederation
against the day Earth's ready to join," Monica adds.

     At the other end of that table the representatives on Earth of that
Confederation are discussing with the author's science fiction club the
people at the first end of the table.
     "Akili and Monica?!" asks Joe.
     "Makes sense, kinda," says Aihok, a smooth-skinned alien about three
feet tall with no nose or ears. "They're the only Terran non-humans in
the Infinity Labs office."
     "We think that's why Akili formed his band," says Effex, a furball on
legs about two feet tall, "- to go touring and get away from the Labs."
     "Does Newton know?" Jennifer and Duryea ask simultaneously.
     "If he does, he hasn't forced a confrontation," says Aihok.
     "You know," says Effex, "Paul's original idea for a 25th-anniversary
story was to write that controntation and wrap up the stories of all us
invented Dailies characters."
     "Why didn't he?" Linda asks.
     "Because Dailies are fanfiction now?" Susan suggests.
     "That's not the only reason ..." Effex notes, as two circulating party
guests come up to the group:
     "Hello!" says the man. He's tall with black hair in a Roman cut,
wearing what's almost but not quite a movie STAR TREK uniform. The woman
with him has long red hair in a pony tail with bangs in front. "Sir Lancelot
of 'King Arthur in Time and Space'. And this is Queen Guenevere."
     "We're in the novel-in-progress," Guenevere adds.


     "Paul drew cartoons for me for the dorm newsletter," says the author's
college friend.
     "We're his wife's college friends," says the music teacher.
     "You kept in touch all this time?" says her husband the theological
     "No. I did a websearch for him when I got online because I wanted
cartoons for a webzine. I sent him a limerick to illustrate and never
heard back from him on it.
     "And now, in a black hole of recursive self-reference, I get the
punchline in this Daily gag by way of apology."


     "I hoped in 'Party Favors' to get into this guy's stuff," complains
Lydia from Willis' "Shock Value" series, "but at least the Bradleyard
gives me more than one line in a story."
     Unnoticed as she grouses to Psycho Nyssa sitting next to her, a
bouquet of flowers bounces off her head and into Nyssa's lap.


     "This is supposed to be Paul's party as much as ours," one Peri
says, "but I haven't seen him since the ceremony."
     "Not one much for author-insertion, that one," says a Doctor.
     "He's always been that way," says the author's mother. "When he was
a kid he'd talk about his *puppets* going on Hollywood Squares one day."
     "Okay," says T*R*E*K Hawkeye, "but are we going to let him get away
with it now?"

     Amidst cheers and catcalls, the author is pushed into the corner of
the tavern where a particular kind of elctronics equipment is set up.
Recorded music starts as he is handed a microphone, and he squints at a
video screen where lyrics are beginning to appear:
     "I'm a man ... without convictions ... I'm a man ..."



Summary for a.dw.c archivist:
Humor, TTR; the author's Peri arc; crossover with the author's complete
     works (including the idlest of sketches)
Peri, the Doctor(s), the author's friends and relations
The Doctor and Peri tie the knot in the midst of truly epic self-reference


The description of Hot Lips' vestments is swiped 99.44% verbatim from
"M*A*S*H Goes to Miami" by Richard Hooker and William E. Butterworth.

"K*A*R*T knights" is funnier than you may realize, because much was made
of Lancelot riding in a cart in one of the first stories written about
him since criminals riding to execution rode in carts and therefore it
was disgraceful for a knight to do it. Get it?

Rob Morris appears only offstage because these gags were written to be
drawn and I don't know what he looks like. Everyone else who receives
these stories by email appears in this story, even if only with a
straight line. You know who you are.

The Daily in which Riddler appears as Faith's lawyer is among the weekly
reprint Dailies on my website the week from 4/20/01:
The URL for T*R*E*K:
The URL for "King Arthur in Time and Space":
The URL for the Peri arc:
My mother Claire Gabriel's fanfiction is at
Doug Killings' fanfiction and other stuff is at
Rob Morris' fanfiction is at and in
     the fiction section at the M*A*S*H fan site Best Care Anywhere at

And finally, for you round-powers-of-ten fans: in Excel/Lotus/Works date
counting, 4/19/01 is 37000.

Paul Gadzikowski,

Anon Captain Kirk and his crew returned to Earth to face trial for their
crimes against the Starfleet. It is said they were hailed as the heroes
they were. It is said that they were given a new ship called Enterprise.
And it is said that they sailed that Enterprise to look on the face of
     But it is also said that, having conquered Death as we have here
seen, Captain Kirk and his crew live still; and shall return to Earth in
her hour of greatest need.


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