bit_impossible

[when the Sphere turns on, it appears as though it's caught him in the middle of a bath, water dripping off his wet hair onto naked shoulders. only, a moment later, the Sphere pulls back a little to reveal a large length of silken brown, blue, and white striped fabric that once was his tie set around something that looks suspiciously like a blue tea cup. in fact, it is, especially if the giant tea spoon peeking out from underneath the tie and the giant tin filled with English Breakfast tea is any indication.

in truth, he's not exactly sure what he thinks about being able to take a bath in his tea cup. he'd rather be drinking his tea, not sitting in the water he intended to use for it. from the displeased expression on his face, he's rather annoyed at the Sphere for catching him in his current predicament. he doesn't bother to mention Ganymede; he's already made his complaints to the Captain.]

Well, I can definitely say I've never done this before. Can check it off my list--though, I'll have to add it to the list then check it off. [mutters] And I've never worn my tie like that before...

[he sighs, slinging his wet arms over the edge of the tea cup, his feet poking up out of the water on the other side.] This new height is very inconvenient. I wanted to modify my Sphere today, but I can't even carry my sonic screwdriver without help. [from off-screen, there's a little squeak, the tone robotic and tinny, followed by a couple others.] Yes, yes, I know you have a job to do, but you're helping me out! That's your job for right now.

Anyway, where was I? [pauses for a moment, running a hand through his hair and ignoring the continued squeaks of protest from off-screen.] Oh yes, being inconvenienced. I rather think that's a theme Ganymede likes to use in these games of his. Orion does a good enough job dabbling in them himself, though he plays those off as us doing him a favour, or us needing to do something so he can help us. Fat lot of good he's been so far. Let him on-board and his father'll turn up dead again--and where will our answers be then? At the end of another black hole?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

hisoldgirl

Would that have made a great deal of difference?

Your tie. Do you really require garments?

From:

bit_impossible

Your height? [sits up in his tea cup] Certainly! Were you any shorter, you'd have a difficult time holding me like you are now.

Well, technically yes. There are some on-board who wouldn't appreciate the sight of naked bodies, no matter how small you are.

From:

hisoldgirl

That is not what I meant. When you are your proper size and I in this body's proper size, there is little difference between us. Would it have mattered were we approximately the same size in these forms?

I do not particularly care about their opinion or sensibilities.

From:

bit_impossible

Well, if you were my current height, yes it would. I had a devil of a time reaching the counter, and never mind heating up that water...

[oh, he's gathered as much.]

From:

hisoldgirl

I am more adept than you. Size is not a concern.

From:

bit_impossible

[grins slightly] With you? Normally no.

From:

hisoldgirl

But it is now.

From:

bit_impossible

Listen, let's not talk about size any longer, hmm? My water's getting cold and I really shouldn't be using my tie in the way I have been.

From:

hisoldgirl

Very well. [reaches in and plucks him out of the cup, wrapping her arms around him and holding him much like a doll] What do you require?

From:

bit_impossible

[admittedly, he's very surprised by his sudden extraction from the cup and really hopes that her arms are covering certain parts of his body. thanks to that little concern, he hear her question.]

Well, this is a very interesting position to be in. I'm not making you wet, am I?

From:

hisoldgirl

Wet? Somewhat, but it is of no concern. [hops off her stool and wanders back into the den] Should we go find Ganymede and discover what has happened?

From:

bit_impossible

Ah, clothes first I think. Just a shirt and trousers, something to cover up a bit.

Then yes, I say we take advantage of our reduced sizes and see if there are any ventilation shafts we can crawl through. [he whistles loudly, gaining the attention of the robotic mice and they scurry off the counter and soon join them in the den.]

From:

hisoldgirl

Where do you expect to find garments that would fit you now?

[watches the mice, crouching low to get a better look, still holding the Doctor to her chest] I should be able to access a directory of the ship. I will find the proper schematics and seek out ventilation ducts for us to use.

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bit_impossible

There's a toy shop on Level 15. Should be some doll clothes there I could wear.

[he clings on to her arm as she has a look at the mice.] Hopefully it'll let us use those. It's a bit hit or miss where things like that are concerned.

From:

hisoldgirl

Ah yes. I will take us there in a moment. [and she starts heading toward the door!]

It should. We are not attempting to reach any areas that are off-limits, after all.

From:

bit_impossible

[patiently waits for her to reach the door before he glances up and sees where the scanner's located in relation to where he's being held.] Ah, will you be able to reach that?

From:

hisoldgirl

I do not know. [sets him down and tries to reach, but alas, she can't quite make it. after a few hops, she blows out a breath, then heads back to the kitchen, dragging the stool with her when she returns] This is particularly inconvenient.

From:

bit_impossible

[he's squat down, knees together, as he waits for her to return. the noise of the stool as it screeches across the floor makes his skin crawl. he stands, plugging his ears, and shouts] You're not seriously considering to drag that everywhere, are you? Perhaps together, you and I can reach it?

From:

hisoldgirl

Should I not? [oh, squeaky-voiced Doctor, how silly a question is that] I will need it to reach those things above my head. You are only fifteen centimetres tall, Doctor. Were you to stand on my head, we would reach seventy-five centimetres, with the possibility of stretching to approximately eighty-three -- perhaps another ninety if I held you aloft. If anything is above that height, we will require the stool.

[and she continues to shove the stool over to the door, scooping up the Doctor before hopping up onto it and holding him up] Can you reach the mechanism?

From:

bit_impossible

[stretches, his current state of undress no longer on his mind.] Yes--just about--[and he scans his barcode, the door sliding open!] Hah! Did it!

[he has a look around and thinks to himself how very Simba-like he feels being held like this and begins to laugh to himself.]

From:

hisoldgirl

[smiles when the door opens] Splendid! [and hops down, pulling the Doctor to her chest again, wrapping one arm around him while the other presses against the stool so she can shove it out into the hallway]

Why are you laughing?