00:03.

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

[ Now, generally, the Doctor really hates working in the open unless pressed for time, but his space is limited. His feet are propped up on a bench, and he lies with his back flat on the grass. Various papers lay strewn about him, and he's just tinkering away at the robot cat he's built with his sonic screwdriver. It's usual whirring sound is faintly audible from up to about five feet away, and almost buzzing by the time anyone gets within one foot of him. He's ditched his tweed jacket so he's just in a plain dress up shirt and his usual red suspenders (and red bowtie to match, thank you very much) while he lies on the ground. every now and then, however, he pauses and rubs his eyes, or pauses to breathe deeply. some normal people might take that as a sign of sickness. they might be right, this time. ]

... toxins? No, no, wouldn't make sense--unless I accidentally took aspirin. That... wouldn't be good. Ah, extremely very not good, if I took aspirin, but I doubt I did, would've felt it.

[ he sighs, before reaching beside him. there's a rather impressive stack of crepes beside him, and he pops one into his mouth as he goes back to working. well, he did learn how to cook in 18th century France. --no, er, 17th century. 20th, yes, that's right. One of those centuries. ]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

Whoa are those crepes?

Wait... was that about toxins?

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

Yes, they are crepes! Go on, have one; personally, I like them with bananas. Bananas are good.

[fierybluebird]

Except toxins??

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

What? No, no, no--no toxins in the crepes! Why would I be eating them, Marco?

[fierybluebird]

I don't know! You were the one who said it!

You okay?

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

Oh, fine, brilliant, really.

[fierybluebird]

So what happened then?

[Gratefully takes one of the crepes and bows his head.] These are great! Thanks.

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles. ]

You're welcome. It's nothing, I just, ah, was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. Settling back into teenage rebellion.

[fierybluebird]

[Arches eyebrow high and otherwise stays deadpan and nibbles the crepe.]

You're doing some kind of drug? I'll look the other way as far as Disciplinary Committee goes, but you might want to get help for that man. Those things can really fuck with your body. And they're really not worth the experience.

/tl;dr

[sharp]

[ Amy was just looking for that robocat again; it's gone missing passing through when she hears that unmistakable whirring noise. Then she caught sight of some bowtie and braces lying in the grass. She watches the Doctor work, head tilted to the side and eyes curious, for a few moments. At least this place hasn't changed him much. But suddenly, her brows begin to furrow when she sees him rubbing his face and rambling to himself. She can't make out what he's saying, so she finally walks over to him.

She doesn't say anything when she plops down next to him, crossing her legs. Moving some of the papers out of the way, she looks at the robot cat. ]

What are you doing to it?

<3

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

[ when Amy just plops down next to him, he pauses if only for a brief moment, because it feels right again--the Doctor and Amy Pond, his companion. asking questions. But he knows it's wrong, because he's not in the TARDIS, and they didn't willingly land here. ]

Software patch. It keeps running away.

<33

[sharp]

[ she chuckles a bit, looking back at the crepes behind him. she grabs one. ]

Oh yeah. I knew that. Didn't stick around too long in my room.

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

[ he gives her a smile before going back to tinkering. ]

Didn't think she would. Her explore program's running too much.

[sharp]

Mm. Sounds a bit familiar.

[ smiles and then takes a bite of the crepe. ]

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

[ welcome to the world of French deliciousness, Amy. ]

I don't go running off while everyone's asleep.

[ looks at Skitty in her eye visors, the bright green lights that are her eyes turning into a sort of drooping fashion. ]

[sharp]

No, you usually wake them before you do.

[ looks down at the crepe, surprised. ]

Wow. This is really good. Where'd you get these?

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

[ waves a hand. ]

Snuck into the kitchen, made a few, got a bit, well, carried away. And there's only so many crepes Suzette you can make until it's too much.

[sharp]

You can make these? Why didn't I know this? [ reaches over with her empty hand and snaps one of his braces. ] I would have been asking you to make breakfast every morning.

[xiiicard.livejournal.com]

[Ryoji is standing nearby and watching for a moment. He wants to poke at the weird robot that the Doctor's working on, but he's not sure if he should. However, his curiosity is getting the best of him.

Maybe asking first would be best.]

Hello?

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

[ looks over at him, tilting his head back. oh, that means he's looking at Ryoji upside down, but no matter! ]

Hello!

[xiiicard.livejournal.com]

[If Ryoji thinks it's unusual to carry on a conversation with someone while they're looking at him upside down, there isn't any evidence of it on his face. Instead he just smiles and carries on like normal.]

What is it you're working on there? It looks interesting.

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

A robot cat. Well, kitten, really.

[ looks back down at Skitty. ]

Her roaming program's a bit off.

[xiiicard.livejournal.com]

Well it certainly looks impressive, even if has a few bugs. Did you build it for anything, or just for fun?

[tardytardis.livejournal.com]

To win a bet, really.

[xiiicard.livejournal.com]

So it was built for fun, if with some side benefits as well.