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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]

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!]

[bit_impossible]

[clings on while she jogs--feels like he's on a carnival ride!]

[hisoldgirl]

[best carnival ride ever


could be better with more love love love love loooove you til the end of time, though

*cough* and they're there. hopefully with less asphyxiation than the previous comment suggests]

[bit_impossible]

[certainly isn't asphyxiated, and boy, people have no idea what they're missing out on with squishy and bouncy carnival rides. he's a little breathless, actually.] Well... That was fun!

[hisoldgirl]

Running? You always have enjoyed running, Doctor. [yyyyyyyeah, she doesn't get it] I need you to reach the panel to open the door. [and now he's being hoisted]

[bit_impossible]

I--well. [lets out a breath.] Yes, I do. [reaches up and scans his barcode once he's close enough.]

[hisoldgirl]

I enjoy being able to run with you, as well. [woohoo door is open lalala in they go~]

[bit_impossible]

Hmmm, surprise, surprise, there's nothing here. [cups his hands over his mouth and shouts] Hello! [unfortunately, his voice doesn't echo as well as he hopes.]

[hisoldgirl]

[awwwwwwww cute little gerbil voice~] Should I inspect further?

[bit_impossible]

Might as well since we're here.

[hisoldgirl]

Splendid. [and they're off! with the TARDIS calling out at random intevals herself to see if she can get an answer. have fun with the ringing, there]

[bit_impossible]

[has plugged his ears and tries not to wince...and fails. he's wincing.]

[hisoldgirl]

Doctor? Are you well?

[bit_impossible]

[sorry, the ringing in his ears is something fierce!] What?

[hisoldgirl]

[louder] Are you well?

[bit_impossible]

[winces again, damnit!] Ow, TARDIS, not so loud! Just...give me a minute, will you?

[hisoldgirl]

Ah, forgive me. [and she goes silent, looking sullen]

[bit_impossible]

[aww, now he feels bad for reprimanding her--but he waits until the ringing in his ears has fallen to a minimum until he speaks again.] I'm sorry, old girl. Your voice is a lot louder than mine and my ears can only handle so much.

[hisoldgirl]

[she's still all pouty, but she nods] Shall I not speak, then?