#The Moonbase

[nkp1981]

Cybermen Heading Home After Filming "The Moonbase" At Ealing Studios, January 1967

[demigodofhoolemere]

Happy birthday, Frazer Hines!

[therabbitofrassilon]

hes so face

[interestingturnofthetables]

Jamie is so sweet. My boy doesn’t have a clue what’s going on 😭

[p12lysanderdelanne]

im on holiday in york for the week (great time to be in england) and i bought a wee manny at the vintage shop

moonbase cyberman thats geting a nice spot in my collection

[kcdahippie]

I'm convinced a concussed Jamie in this episode who literally talked about using holy water to kill witches earlier has absolutely no fucking clue what's going on with all the tech around him and is just like "YUP"

[twojamie-o-clock]

Where's your title quote from?

The moon base :) when Jamie is ill & talking about the phantom piper & Two says they’ll dispel the threat even if it doesn’t seem real/important because it’s real/important to Jamie

[prosocialbehavior]

this episode of classic who: a moonbase crew desperately tries to discover the fault in their gravity powered weather control device while the doctor wanders around cutting small bits off of their clothing

meanwhile his companions are busy mixing together every solvent they can find in the medical lab of this enclosed pressurized environment

[lrrooc]

[6-and-7]

The Moonbase The TARDIS arrives in 2070 on the Moon, where a weather control station under the command of a man named Hobson is in the grip of a plague epidemic — in reality the result of an alien poison planted by the Cybermen. Jamie is knocked unconscious and lapses into a delirium, leaving the Second Doctor, Ben, and Polly to fight off a massive Cyberman attack.

Partners in Crime Donna Noble is determined to find the Tenth Doctor again — even if it means braving the villainous Miss Foster. But when the alien threat escalates out of control, can Donna find her Time Lord before the March of the Adipose begins at last?

[demigodofhoolemere]

Ben Jackson

June 25, 1966 — May 13, 1967

Michael Craze

November 29, 1942 — December 8, 1998

[therabbitofrassilon]

EVERYONE LOOOOOOK THE SECOND DOCTOR HAS SWEATER PAWS

[interestingturnofthetables]

If I had a nickel for every time Jamie asking The Doctor to fly the TARDIS smoothly ended with them dealing with Cybermen, I’d have 2 nickels

Which, given its the only 2 episodes featuring both Jamie McCrimmon & the Cybermen (from what I’ve watched so far), is WEIRD it happened twice. Right?

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

The Moonbase by Calder Moore

[kcdahippie]

Not this episode from 1967 quite literally having elements about needing to control the weather to keep ocean levels from rising but yeah. Doctor Who hasn't always been "progressive"

[rassilon-imprimatur]

SUSAN: “I can't, Mister Chesterton. You can't simply work on three of the dimensions.”

IAN: “Three of them? Oh, time being the fourth dimension, I suppose? Then what do you need E for? What do you make the fifth dimension?”

SUSAN: “Space.”

“DOCTOR: Yes, the planet Quinnis, of the fourth universe.”

VICKI: “Time [fourth dimension], like space [fifth dimension], though a dimension in itself, has dimensions of its own.” 

THE RILLS: “Though we are beings of separate planets, you from the solar system and we from another space, our ways of thought, at times, do not seem all that different.”

MALPHA: “Suppose they send a message through this universe?”

[...]

MALPHA: “This is indeed an historic moment in the history of the universe. We six from the outer galaxies, joining with the power from the solar system, the Daleks!”

Revisiting this post of mine after rewatching Galaxy 4 and fixating on the Rills’ phrasing a little. Playing with the Hartnell era’s outdated (often intentionally) or kitschy, already rusted “space-age” approach to cosmology. 

The outdated way of viewing galaxies as “island universes,” the idea of “galaxy” and “universe” being interchangeable terms. “Space” as something just as surreal, strange, as “Time,” with multiple dimensions of its own. The reverberation, the haunted humming, of evil and machine monsters tapping into a sort’ve “cosmic unreality.” The night sky endless “island universes” drifting past, beside, and through each other. Different galaxies, sure, but evidently equal as different dimensions, entirely different definitions of��“space” and “universe.” Different properties. Dreamlike. Child’s logic. 

And this approach to space sort’ve slips away textually with Troughton, replaced with the eerie, spooky sense of vast space, of whole worlds and universes hidden in the folds of humming velvet black, but it still... I dunno. 

And it’s all so... empty. 

Perhaps, to jump a few eras and (extreme) aesthetics later, distressingly empty.