callisto, an alien from a far away planet, is trapped in a museum of alien artefacts. a man with no name and only a job title finds her and invites her to join him and his companion through space and time.
invasions happen, strange visits and many m...
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DURING HER TIME in 1969, callisto had only become more confident in the fact that she was not a people person. with the doctor refusing to get a job so he could collect objects and make different, useful machines for them, it left her and martha working. callisto didn't necessarily have to work, neither did martha really. both she and the doctor had reminded martha that the sonic screwdriver could just make money spring out of cash machines. however, the human said that wasn't how it worked.
the doctor managed to get them a place to stay for the time they'd be there in an old victorian house. going mad with nothing to do, callisto would bake and cook during the night and then, during the day, she'd decided to completely redecorate the huge house. she planted lots of flowers in the garden, only to realise they'd take months to grow completely. that's when she'd chosen to get a job like martha.
she found a job in a record shop, loving the fact she could listen to music all day, flicking through the rows of the beatles albums, the velvet underground, tina turner and more. if she had to act human, it was, in theory, the perfect job for her. however, she didn't factor in that human beings could be extremely rude to her for no reason and make her ever so slightly homicidal, especially when one man spat at her because she wouldn't change the record playing at that moment, despite the fact it was nearly done.
the fashion was something callisto did enjoy. leather flares with chunky belts and chains with band t-shirts, cropped shirts with low necklines and long, hanging sleeves and chunky, heeled boots. her taste was still considered a bit darker and heavier than others from that time period and perhaps more accepted in the 70s, but she fit in with certain, friendly crowds and the doctor seemed to like her choices, although he never changed. he'd managed to find his exact outfit in 1969, so he was still just wearing that. martha complained considering how fashionable the current era was, but he wouldn't budge.
at their temporary home, in the evening, the doctor was fiddling with his latest invention while callisto was lying on the sofa reading, her feet across his lap. martha was in her bedroom and phil was doing a crossword. time seemed to pass awfully slow in 1969 when there was no time machine to keep them busy.
"time was never this slow in the t.a.r.d.i.s." callisto mumbled, having read an entire book in less than an hour, which she had tried to read slowly.
"there's more to do in there." the doctor replied, pushing his glasses up his nose when they started to fall slightly. "i actually want an alien invasion to happen."
"you always want that." callisto hummed, watching his hands move over the device. "i feel like i'm going round the bend, i've already took apart and rebuilt the car. i do like the car, though."
"it's like one from grease." martha smiled, walking into the living room and flopping onto the other sofa.
