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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.]

Comments

[bit_impossible]

Oh yes, that'll work! Keep doing that and you'll break something and then where will you be?

[hisoldgirl]

[what's that? was that the sound of something quite possibly being thrown?

why yes, yes I believe it was

someone is feeling childishly petty]

[bit_impossible]

[in a slightly mocking tone] Haven't hurt yourself in there have you? That was quite the crash.

Not that you'd tell me anyway.

[hisoldgirl]

[just for that? you get silence]

[bit_impossible]

[frowns and returns that silence.]

[hisoldgirl]

[crickets]

[bit_impossible]

[grumbles under his breath about a certain childish TARDIS.]

[hisoldgirl]

[he can grumble all he wants, she'll win this. HE WILL FOLD FIRST

so chirp chirp]

[bit_impossible]

You're not in there pouting are you? Didn't break the part you needed in your tantrum, eh?

[hisoldgirl]

[the silence! it is deafening]

[bit_impossible]

I'll just take that as a yes, then.

[hisoldgirl]

[she almost responds at that one -- because she hates the idea of him thinking he's won -- but she's stubborn and so says nothing. don't expect anything out of her until you apologise

and she can do this for days, so]

[bit_impossible]

[he huffs. look at that, you made him huff.]

[hisoldgirl]

[well good he frigging deserved it!]

[bit_impossible]

[glowers while he works some more. he has half a mind to march in there and see how she's doing.]

[hisoldgirl]

[well if he did, he'd see that she did, in fact, cut herself, but is currently attempting to silently assemble the parts and things and will randomly pause to staunch the bleeding and look out the window]

[bit_impossible]

[finally, he can't stand it any longer, and noisily puts down his tools and the device--though at least he's gentler with that--and marches carefully around the mess on the floor until he's standing in their bedroom doorway. and you better believe he can see that blood. good job hiding it, TARDIS.]

So. I was right.

[hisoldgirl]

[staaaaaring out the wiiiiiiiindow]

I am fine.

[and goes back to piecing the device together]

[bit_impossible]

[leans against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest] Sure you are. And where were you hit with the lasers during your inspection of the ship?

[hisoldgirl]

[fits in a piece a little more loudly than necessary] It is unimportant.

1/2

[bit_impossible]

Fine. [marches away]

[bit_impossible]

[aaaaaaand marches right back.] No, you know what, it isn't fine. I need to know when you're injured.

[hisoldgirl]

Why? You cannot fix me.

[bit_impossible]

And you can't fix me either, but you like to know when I'm injured.

[hisoldgirl]

Because you will not take care of yourself otherwise.

[and she's a hypocrite]