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I havea suspicion that everyone I know who wants one has them already, but - I have four DW invite codes; if you'd like one, comment here and leave an e-mail address. Comments are, naturally, screened.

Crack crack crackity crack

This fic is... strange. It's sort of Doctor Who - Inklings - Wimsey crossover, but it doesn't work in the universe of my previous essay in that line, and... well, see for yourself. It also contains an appalling number of in-jokes.

Title: Mythic Overtones
Characters: C.S. Lewis, sort of an OC but not exactly, Ten (off-stage).
The scene is Oxford, some time in the fifties.
733 words of U-rated gen. Only warning required is, I think, one for crack, or perhaps crypticness.

( How are the exciting adventures of the Doctor progressing? )