AUTHOR'S NOTE: As you'll see from the text, I'm doing another round robin. But since the chapters do not have to be connected in any way, I'll be posting only the ones that I have writing. We seen to be in the mood to kill off / torture Adric.
WE BEGIN AT A CLOSE PROXIMITY OF A BEGINNING
The Fifth Doctor was sitting in the corner of the console room reading what appeared to be a manuscript. He looked up, pulling off his half-frame glasses. "That made no sense whatsoever," he said to no one in particular, which was a good thing, because he was alone in the room.
"It isn't supposed to make sense," a female voice replied from the open exterior doorway.
"Is that supposed to justify this?" the Doctor asked accusingly, holding up the enormous volume.
"Not really. It's just meant to introduce a new round robin."
Adric came bursting through the inner door. "Round robin! Can I be in it?"
The author standing in the TARDIS doorway gave the boy an evil half smile. "I don't think we could do it without you."
"Now, be nice to the boy," the Doctor admonished. "He's had a rough go of it lately."
"Doctor, this is a parody."
"Oh, very well," the Doctor sighed, "get on with it then."
"Sorry, this is just the introductory chapter," the author replied.
"Hang on a minute," Tegan said as she entered the console room. "Is this going to be in text format from here on in? that other one was in script format."
The author shrugged. "It depends on the contributors."
"And what about the language?" the Doctor inquired.
"The rating is PG-13. Judging by the last one, there'll be some swearing."
"What about sex?" Adric asked.
The author gave him a sideways look. "With you? No, thank you."
Tegan laughed and Adric stuck his tongue out at her.
"I suppose we have to go along with this," the Doctor said as he got to his feet.
"I don't think you've much choice," the author replied.
"FIne. Then the first thing we do is chuck this." The Doctor tossed the manuscript towards the wall where it was immediately sucked into a black hole.
"I think I have something like that in my dryer," the author observed. "Only it eats socks instead of manuscripts."
"Maybe this one eats authors," Adric said petulantly.
"You're supposed to be nice, remember?"
"I thought only the other authors were supposed to be nice?"
"Oh, Adric, do stop whining," Tegan moaned.
"Now look what you've done!" the Doctor said accusingly as his companions started to argue.
"Oh, let's leave them to it," the author said amiably. "Come on, I'll buy you dinner. We can watch the randomness unfold from the comfort of a five star restaurant with a wi-fi connection."
The Doctor considered, looked at his arguing companions and nodded. "You're on!" He crossed to the exterior doors, offering the author his arm. They stepped from the TARDIS and into randomness.