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[bit_impossible]

[not too long after his conversation with Orion came to end, he immediately set about gathering parts to create a special scanner that could detect the energy stamps of console activity, as Orion so kindly put it. so far, he's managed to completely cannibalise both sides of his suite's barcode scanner, the remaining items not used by the TARDIS--leaving only one functioning heating coil for tea of course, as well as the fridge--and a maintenance robot he caught trying to repair his barcode scanner and later dismantled.

currently, he sits in the living area of his suite, all these parts spread around him in what looks to be utter chaos, but makes complete and rational sense to him. he has his glasses on with an attachment to the right side that contains various additional lenses for close-up detail work--and wears an expression of complete concentration and is seemingly unaware of anyone else in the room. until he looks up at those in the room with him.]

How are the rest of you lot coming? I think I have everything from Orion's list here to create what we need, but there's a few ways we can go about it. I'm just about done with mine, I think. Need to do a couple calibration tests. This...hasn't been made easy with all the strange physics defying anomalies--and frankly, I would've been done long before now [doesn't bother to hide his annoyance in regards to that.]

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[bit_impossible]

[oh, she thinks that, does she? not this time! after a few minutes silence, he says] You do realise that you will have to tell me exactly what you were up to. Trying to find those consoles were you? Like Ollie was? Bet you didn't have any luck either.

[hisoldgirl]

I do not have to tell you. [is that indignance? well I do believe it is!] I am allowed to do what I want without your supervision.

[bit_impossible]

Not like I won't find out eventually.

[hisoldgirl]

Why do you want to know so badly?

[bit_impossible]

Because you're always scolding me for something like this. Wouldn't you naturally think that I would be working on a device to find the command consoles?

[hisoldgirl]

You are different. You cannot take care of yourself. [crosses her arms beneath her breasts] Does that mean I cannot seek them out on my own? Does that mean I cannot attempt communicating with the ship properly?

[bit_impossible]

I can so take care of myself. [slight pout]

Did you have any success yet?

[hisoldgirl]

[knowing look]

It is only a matter of time.

[bit_impossible]

Take that as a 'no' then! Well, it's not the first time either of us have failed here. But I think our time should be coming soon.

[hisoldgirl]

I did not fail. I am not a failure!

[bit_impossible]

I know you're not, but we're still here aren't we?

[hisoldgirl]

I will find a way to save us!

[bit_impossible]

[smiles sadly, reaching for her hand] I know.

[hisoldgirl]

[refuses to let him see her upset and so takes his hand. sullenly]

[bit_impossible]

[smiles at her, squeezing her hand gently.]

[hisoldgirl]

When do you suppose you will be done?

[bit_impossible]

Soon. I was in about to start my final testing phase when you arrived.

[hisoldgirl]

How can I assist?

[bit_impossible]

Start work on another. We're going to need quite a few of these to go around. [he lists off the things he had to use according to the list Orion gave him earlier.]

[hisoldgirl]

[nods, doing as he instructed, humming quietly as she does so]

[bit_impossible]

[waits a minute before he asks:] So, where had you gone?

[hisoldgirl]

[sets her jaw, then sighs] Level Three.

[bit_impossible]

[well that gets his attention! he snaps his head up, eyeing her intently] Were you able to get through to there?

[hisoldgirl]

[doesn't answer -- which is answer enough, really]

[bit_impossible]

[his excitement fades and he slumps in his seat] I see. Well, can't blame you for trying. At least we're not getting shot at any longer.