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[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?

Comments

[hisoldgirl]

It was colder. Antiquated. When I was here, it was almost as though I were no longer on the ship, but a land-locked building running with water that would not stop. This is much too clean.

[bit_impossible]

Interesting... [peers into one of the cells.] Forced ambience perhaps?

[hisoldgirl]

Perhaps. It was similar to when this ship underwent the changes that caused it to decay, I believe.

[bit_impossible]

Is that right... Well, you've been a good little girl since then, so hopefully you'll never have to be in one of these ever again.

[hisoldgirl]

Good little girl?

[bit_impossible]

Well, you're not quite little. Nor a girl, not in that sense, anyway.

[hisoldgirl]

I do not understand why you said it.

[bit_impossible]

It's just a saying, I wouldn't think on it too hard.

[hisoldgirl]

[frowns] Very well.

[bit_impossible]

[smiles] Come on, maybe there's something stuck in one of these cells.

[hisoldgirl]

[holds him closer, pressing her chin to his hair, and nods, beginning to examine the cells one by one in the hopes of finding something]

[bit_impossible]

[reaches up and strokes her chin, though he frowns seeing that each cell they go to yields nothing.]

[hisoldgirl]

[finally goes through every cell and stands in the last one, perplexed] There is nothing.

[bit_impossible]

[he sags in disappointment, resting his chin on her arm.] Somehow, I'm not surprised.

[hisoldgirl]

Nor am I. [sighs] It seems we are lost once again.

[bit_impossible]

Nah, just a momentarily defeated.

[hisoldgirl]

Perhaps.

[bit_impossible]

Hmm, and I don't see any sort of air duct or small passageway around here either. Perhaps we'll have better luck in the secondary maintenance bay. I saw a sign for it earlier.

[hisoldgirl]

Do you believe we will ever have any luck with this ship?

[still, she heads back toward the bay, keeping him tucked close]

[bit_impossible]

Statistically, it'll have to happen sooner or later! That's something to look forward to, I suppose.

[hisoldgirl]

[smiles] So it is, Doctor. So it is.

[bit_impossible]

[a moment later, he cranes his neck out--slightly difficult to do whilst clutched to the bosom of his TARDIS--and lets out a little cry.] Ah ha! There it is!

[hisoldgirl]

What? What do you see?

[bit_impossible]

The entrance to this level's maintenance bay!

[hisoldgirl]

Ah yes, so it is. [smiles and jogs toward!]