08; I told ya I was trouble [yeah, you know that I'm no good]

[Have a Doctor. He's been, uh, indisposed the last few days on the TARDIS and no force in this universe could have him tell you why. As it is, he's wandering around, poking at some of the items left on the plane.]

Not it. Not it. Blimey, this place is starting to look like a dormitory common room.

[he finally finds a trunk he was looking for and turns it over.]

Right, well, that wasn't so hard.

[identity profile] anjelsword.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wanders up behind him and leans over his shoulder, hands in her pockets.] Something amiss?

[identity profile] anjelsword.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Bored. [Crooked grin] The city's damned quiet and it's making me antsy.

[identity profile] anjelsword.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not that I mind quiet, but too much quiet makes a mot restless.

[identity profile] anjelsword.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[The grin gets crookeder] It's against the Rogue's interests to make noise while he's brokering deals with our landlady.

[identity profile] anjelsword.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[laughing now] Well, what would you do, then?

[identity profile] anjelsword.livejournal.com 2008-11-17 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing needs it that I know of.

[identity profile] anjelsword.livejournal.com 2008-11-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[crosses her arms behind her head] I suppose I could go crack a few heads down at the docks, or look in on the slave markets and make sure there's no kidnapped children in the pens.