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?

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hisoldgirl

I see. [note to self: tinker more]

To what purpose? No, it needs no answer. [sighs] I suppose there is nothing for it, then. We need simply explore.

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bit_impossible

In that case, I say we go down. Haven't gone down in a while.

From:

hisoldgirl

That can be easily accomplished. [and off they go!]

From:

bit_impossible

[wonders if he'll get used to the being handled in such a manner.]

At least it's you carrying me around like this.

From:

hisoldgirl

Would it bother you were it another?

From:

bit_impossible

I'd only allow two other people, and they both think my situation is quite...humbling. [can't quite admit that they both laughed incredibly hard; his pride's been hurt enough as it is.]

From:

hisoldgirl

Oh? And who are these others?

From:

bit_impossible

Oliver and Donna.

From:

hisoldgirl

[makes an indelicate noise]

I still do not approve.

From:

bit_impossible

No? Why not?

From:

hisoldgirl

Because it is my purpose to carry you. Not theirs.

From:

bit_impossible

Your purpose yes, but the fact remains that I would still trust them to.

From:

hisoldgirl

More than me?

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bit_impossible

...If you want proof of that, just think about who I'm letting carry me now. [presses back into her, glancing up at her face.]

From:

hisoldgirl

[smiles, looking down, and then kisses his forehead] This is true.

From:

bit_impossible

[smiles up at her. definitely is interesting to be kissed by such a big pair of lips, but he enjoys the gesture nonetheless.] So long as you don't start thinking of me as your little bunny rabbit and name me George, we'll be golden.