Here it is.

[Billy has made a new 'ally.' A robotic villainous ally by the name of GLaDOS. For the past quarter of an hour or so, dorky, slouchy Billy has traversed the plane with several strange sights in tow. First, there is his bulging duffel bag slung over his shoulder. If one looks closely enough, it appears to be moving and clanging around of its own accord. Next, there is his bulging sweatshirt pocket. Who knows what he stuffs in those bottomless depths?

And finally, most strange of all is the round robot trailing behind him. He's carrying on a hushed conversation with the bot, and for all intents and purposes he looks like he's mumbling to himself.

The strange duo's journey ended in front of a plain jane building, nothing remarkable about it. Except for the fact that there is little surrounding it. Perhaps the Japanese bus station a little ways away, or the Astral Bar beyond that. But otherwise? Fairly unremarkable and unmemorable.

Billy glances around the plane self-consciously, fumbles with a set of keys in his pocket and unlocks the front door. Oh his way inside with the bot, he asks,]

So what kind of testing are you looking to do?

[And the door drifts mostly shut behind them, follows by a loud crash and some more metallic clangs.]

((OOC: GLaDOS and Billy are bonding over Evil, World Domination, Technology and Cake. Also, Billy is adding the finishing touches to his Plane Lab in this lovely inconspicuous building. You may not fully catch what they're discussing, but please feel free to bestow them with gratuitous interruptions. For the lol, of course.))

[The Doctor is in a relatively good mood, and it may have something to do with the fact that he's got one of his companions with him. This companion is a fluffy black cat named Mortimer, who is currently lapping up a saucer of milk. The Doctor shakes his head as he watches him.]

Dunno how you can stand the stuff. All the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow.

Suppose it's a good thing we restocked the kitchen, though. 'Course, it's gonna have to be restocked every couple of weeks now that we've got so many mouths to feed. [He doesn't sound overly frustrated by this, however. Quite the opposite, in fact.] Remember when it was just you and me? Blimey, seems like forever ago... [he trails off, brooding for a moment. Then he turns his attention to Mortimer again, since the cat is demanding it by plopping down onto Nine's lap.]

Speaking of new companions, d'you think we ought to get another cat? Seems like you could use a feline friend, and maybe one who's mum won't try to claw me to death. No more domestics for me, thanks!