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realityshifted2008-12-06 06:29 pm
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Constellation 02
[Arthur is on the Plane, sitting at his desk. There are papers strewn all over it's surface, most filled to the brim with scribbles of equations and notes. His pocket watch sits on one side of the desk, opened and facing upwards so that he can glance at the time more conveniently. On the other end, at the far right corner, is a cup of tea. It sits intact, and has long gone cold.
He looks a little worse-for-wear, a bit more disheveled than usual; clothes rumbled, his hair uncombed, and eyes with a touch of weariness to them. Arthur stifles a yawn, then sets back to work]
He looks a little worse-for-wear, a bit more disheveled than usual; clothes rumbled, his hair uncombed, and eyes with a touch of weariness to them. Arthur stifles a yawn, then sets back to work]

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I should probably be getting back to my work, anyway.
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[Then he stops and smiles.] There, nice general overview, I think.
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He listens intently, finishing what was left of his scone, grinning as the Doctor finishes] I have the feeling that for you, that is quite general. Must be amazing to see, though.