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[the Doctor has brought the yellow console room chair and a small computer terminal to a secluded corner of the plane, and is attempting to fix this TARDIS problem once and for all. he's surrounded by printouts in Gallifreyan as well as various alien programming languages. also several empty/mostly empty containers of food. other than a few pops in and out to check on the situation and nab supplies, he's pretty much been camping on the plane.]

[ooc: This is much later than I intended sdasdsd School things really caught up to me last week. So let's assume this is either really complicated, or Nine has been getting distracted. |D]

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[She is all dressed up in high fashion from the Mayfair area of London, peering over the console at him.] Are you fixing it?

[a glance up, then a doubletake at the outfit] I hope.

[Eh?] Is something wrong?

Nope. [and after a pause] Special occasion?

[...?] I don't think s--oh! You mean my clothes?

Sort of different, aren't they?

I suppose. [Fingers the hem of her sleeve] Signore Crowley bought them. I'm staying with him right now.

That's good to hear. [--wait for it] Er, who's he?

Ah, he's a fallen angel I met here.

[snap!] Always wears shades?

Yes! That's him.

Then we've met! Briefly.

Oh, good. He-- [Oh right, can't say he's nice]

[waiting for her to finish the sentence!]

Um... [It's not exactly the same, so--] He's been very gracious.

[Hops up onto the console in front of him] How's the weather, sailor?

Stormy, but I think I'm near the eye.

Hey-ho, blow the ship over.

It better not.

Eyes don't blow anyway.

...what are you doing to my console?

[with a frown at the latest bit of data] Not much.

Still fighting the time machine, I see?

I'm fixing her. This- [sweeping gesture] is a nasty piece of work.

It looks it.

[He picks up a random printout] This is even more garbled than the language of Hell.

Oi, just because you can't read it.

[He sighs and tosses the printout back where it came from]

Never was much for languages.

...or tinned meat. [He makes a face, nudging aside one of the empty food containers with the toe of his shoe]

It's not my favorite.

[he ruefully rubs his stomach as if said container has awakened bad memories.]

Especially when you factor in the time travel, makes it tough to remember the expiration.

Not fixed yet?

No. Every time I make progress, something else freezes up.

Kicking things a lot tends to help.

Percussive maintenance doesn't do a lot for programming.

Yeah? Too bad.

What's the problem, anyway?

We're being shuffled around different coordinates without materialising properly at any of them. Tricky stuff.

...What?

What I said.

Riiiiight.

[the Doctor frowns, glancing over the readouts] Are these accurate?

[a peek over at the one he's eying] For the last few hours.

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