#we've got the monologues and the high-stakes-all-the-time from brennan.
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so i have been bitten by the sam reich!master bug courtesy of some phenomenal art by @northernfireart and uh. as is too often the case i had to write something otherwise if i didn't get it out of my brain i would go absolutely insane
(there may be more vignettes coming if i have ideas..... there are definitely other episodes i'd like to give the Treatment to, plus with the new dw series coming out on the weekend i may have ideas for how to incorporate the dw gang! however, i promise neither more writing or no more writing. that said, this was a lot of fun so there'll probably be more at some stage :D )
this has full spoilers for the game changer ep "escape the greenroom", but hey that's been out for a while now so,,,, if you haven't seen it i'd highly recommend it as an episode!
so, without further ado:
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Samuel Dalton was a complete fiction, of course, but that didn't mean that when Sam Reich snuck back upstairs to get tied up in the âout of orderâ bathroom, the Sam that remained on the monitor, laughing at the contestants, was a pre-recording. And if Brennan, Siobhan and Lou had snorted at the idea of a time-travelling evil magician great-grandfather (for good reason), going in with the actual truth of the matter would have sounded like jumping the shark.
It sounded bizarre, but the time travel bit was the only part about his new partner in crime that was confirmably real. Admittedly, the jury was still out on âevilââhe gave off a weird vibe at times, but so far, no lines had been crossed, and it had all been funny as hellâso for now, Sam was willing to roll with it. But perhaps most surprisingly, there wasnât even the possibility of blood relation between Samuel Dalton Reich and the guy who had shown up out of the blue one day with his exact face and a plan to really fuck around with things on Game Changer.
Yeah, the whole alien thing had really ruled out that particular prospect.
There had been various bits and pieces of confirmation that this guy wasnât human through the time Sam had known him, but the final nail in the coffin for that one was when his doppelganger had looked him dead in the eye and tried on one of the heart rate monitorsâsorry, ârange extendersââfor As a Cucumber. The damn thing had literally sparked up, then died completely. Trying to process input from two separate heartbeats at once would do that, apparently.Â
His doppelganger was a Time Lord, or so he had nonchalantly said one afternoon in casual conversation, though Sam still wasnât sure if that one was a joke or not. It was hard to tell, sometimes, because he said the wildest things with the straightest face, and so far, most of them had turned out to be one hundred percent certifiably true. The time travel, the space travel, even the changing faces thingâit sounded objectively insane, but the proof was undeniable.Â
There were some notable exceptions, though. Saying heâd been trapped for aeons inside Neil Patrick Harrisâs gold tooth went just that bit too far to be believable, though Sam did appreciate his doubleâs slightly warped sense of humour.
It was that offbeat line of thinking that lent itself well to game design, as it turned out. He had a knack for coming up with ideas for Game Changer episodes, albeit with the occasional suggestion that went way beyond the bounds of good taste, and, as in the case of Escape the Greenroom, had devised some blinding twists on concepts Sam had already half-formed. The letter puzzle unlocking the secret door? It was perfect.
Understandably, Samâs doppelganger had wanted to observe the fruits of their labours in real time, rather than watching the recording later. It happened, sometimes, particularly when it was one of his ideas that had made it through to the episode listâtheyâd swap places for a session, with nobody being any the wiser. Watching those edits back always felt a bit weirdâit was uncanny how flawless the mimicry wasâbut hey, the guy was right. It was always fun.
Escape the Greenroom, specifically, with its âSamuel Daltonâ conceit, provided them with a unique opportunity. Instead of swapping out the camera feed for a recording when the cast piled into the tiny secret room behind the wall, as per the original plan to get Sam in position to be discovered in the bathroom, they could just swap out the people. Sam would go upstairs, and his double would take his place at the podium, ducking out of sight when everyone came back to the main stage to âdefuse the bombïżœïżœ.
Sam was keenâhell, if their situations had been reversed, heâd want to be there to watch, tooâbut caution raised a flag. âYou donât think itâs too risky?â heâd asked when the subject was first raised. âBoth of us being in the same place?â
His doppelganger had shrugged one shoulder with supreme unconcern. âThe crew won't notice.â
At the time, Sam had shot him a sceptical look, but right now, Sam-Reich-in-a-purple-tie and Sam-Reich-in-an-orange-tie were standing backstage post-record, clearly visible and and calmly chatting, and not a single member of the crew had given them so much as a second glance.Â
âŠHardly even a first glance, come to think about it. If anyone looked over their way, their eyes seemed to⊠not exactly go through them, but slide over the two of them like water. He was tempted to wave to Nico or Ash or someone, just out of pure curiosity, but something in the back of his mind told him that wouldnât be the worldâs greatest idea. He had a funny feeling he wouldnât like to see what would happen next.
(Heâd given the prop bomb back to the crew once the cameras stopped rolling, and though it looked the same as the one he remembered from before heâd headed upstairs, it felt different in his hands. Heavier, more⊠serious, somehow. He was sure nothing would have happenedâbut at the same time, he was suddenly very glad that the cast had cut the correct wire with no less than a minute fifteen to go.)
(The jury was still out on evil, after all.)
âWorth coming in for?â he asked instead.
âAbsolutely,â his double replied with relish. âLocking those three in a small room for an hour? Brilliant, fantastic. Inspired. It was absolute chaos.â
âHave you seen up there?â Sam asked, a smile starting to spread across his face. âThey messed up the set real bad.â
His doppelganger smirked at him. âYou know it took literally two seconds from you telling them to escape the greenroom for Lou to smash that guitar?â
Sam shook his head. âOh my god. Yeah, they were stressed.âÂ
âMmm. Some real panic in that room,â his doppelganger agreed, and Sam chose to ignore the faint note of satisfaction in his voice.
He shifted his weight, settling back to lean against the table behind the set, in the exact instant his double decided to do the same thing. It really was freaky how similar they were, down to the smallest mannerismâlike looking in a mirror, only weirder, because the face that looked back at him was truly his own face, not mirror-reversed. Even now, it still caught Sam off guard from time to time, but at least it had faded into a more comfortable kind of strange. He had an exact lookalike who was an actual time-travelling alien. Cool. Doesnât everyone?
The pair shared a companionable silence for a few moments, before a thought Sam had been turning over for a while rose to the top of his mind. He shifted again, this time on his own, and he felt his doubleâs regard swing up to fix on him like a magnet.Â
âOkay, real talk,â he started, and his doppelganger frowned back in an approximation of confused innocence. âWhatâs all this for?â
âWho says it has to be for anything? Aren't we just having fun?â
Sam hummed, considering. âYeah. No, I'd believe that, if I didn't sometimes walk into production meetings and find out I'd apparently been very specific about the people I wanted for certain episodes.â
âPoint for Sam,â his doppelganger acknowledged with a grin. âYou got me. Wasnât hard to make a few phone calls on our joint behalf.â
âYeah, but why?â Sam pressed. âI mean, Siobhan, Brennan and Lou are always great comedy value when you put them together, and it was awesome to have them for this, but I get the feeling youâre thinking of something other than making good content.â
âWho, me?â
With that, his double gave him a look of such overdone pantomime innocence that Sam suddenly and thoroughly understood why, not half an hour earlier, Brennan had very seriously threatened to push him down the stairs.Â
He rolled his eyes, which earned him a smirk for his troubles.
Dropping the act, his doppelganger continued. âIâm expecting an⊠old friend, I guess, to show up at some point, andâwell, Iâd like to put on a really special show for them. I thought it would be a good opportunity to try a few things out, you know?â
Ominous pause aside, that was actually kind of sweet. Sweeter than heâd been expecting, thatâs for sureâhe was half anticipating the revelation that he and his cast were subjects in some weird experiment. Hey, that still couldnât fully be ruled out, but still.
âOkay,â he acquiesced. âWell⊠just let me know, next time? Before you start ordering in my cast like takeout?â
âWho says theyâre your cast?â his double shot back with a twinkle in his eye, and Sam snorted.
âFine. Our cast, then. But seriously, let me know?â
His doppelganger nodded, which, if not quite fully convincing, was good enough.Â
âOh, and do you know when your friend might be arriving?â Sam asked. âBecause if you wanted to plan something, we canââ
âI donât know,â his doppelganger interrupted. âSo yeah, weâll have to move fast when they do get here. But Iâve got it under control.â
He broke off, then shot Sam a mischievous grin. âIn the meantime, though, Iâve had this fun thought about time loopsâŠâ
#sam reich!master#sam reich#the master#dw#doctor who#game changer#dropout#dropout tv#northernfireart#clari speaks#clari writes#in posting this i am fully aware that sam reich is a real human being who uses the internet and fuck. if this escapes containment.#mr reich sir if you ever see this i can only apologise but it was truly fucking funny to write#oh btw i imagine that reich!master asked for those specific 3 because across em you've got a good spread of personality traits#that the doctor and their companion(s) would have#we've got the monologues and the high-stakes-all-the-time from brennan.#we've got the puzzle focus and the 'oh this is my first time in this kinda situation' from game changer newbie siobhan#and lou is just. pure and beautiful chaos#plus they're all very smart and creative mfers#so it's a good test run#game master
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