10; I am a scientist [I can live on science alone]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor hasn't been on the Plane in a while. Funny, though, whatever he's been up to has made him a bit happier than he was the last time he was here]

[And now, the Doctor is sitting with a chemistry set and a mottled-together computer, working on a few experiments]

[Please, feel free to interrupt him]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[one thread before it all falls apart, then, shall we?]

Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[oh, if you insist. Go on, then, twist my arm]

Master.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

This is the bit where I say I like it when you use my name, I believe.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Is it? Well, we wouldn't want to be predictable, would we?

Hand me that spanner, would you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Predictably, you treat everyone around you like they're one of your assistants. I hope you don't intend on treating that hand-with-legs of yours like this.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks over all the equipment]

Working on anything in particular?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Hand with legs?

[amused]

You've been looking at his legs, have you? You know, if you need me to pass him a note after science class...

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[nods, gestures to the space next to him]

A few particle acceleration experiments. Trying to see exactly how time passes here on the Plane.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, don't worry, I got as intimate with him as I wanted to be not long ago. It's just not the same when you're part-human... well. [and that slight smirk of laughter says that 'part-human' isn't exactly that different after all]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sits down looking it all over]

Have you been able to figure anything out yet?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[the amused look fades instantly and he pointedly crosses his arms and looks at the Master as if to say 'oh, really?']

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not yet. Nothing seems to want to culture here. Everything gets to the breaking point and then stops.

[rubs the back of his neck and sighs]

This one won't accelerate. The machine is perfect. It's perfect, but it just won't work.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master doesn't say anything, but his smirk is darker now, and he's watching the Doctor as if he can hunt out the secret simply with his eyes. Because he knows there is a secret - he knows whom Handy was protecting.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and just like that, the Doctor turns back to the experiment, ready to pretend he's not uncomfortable with what the Master just said]

Well, if you're not about to help with this, best you just leave, then. Did you ever end up opening the gift from the Twins around Christmas?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[This here is where a softball is going to come whizzing past the Doctor's head and very nearly smash several rather important and slightly dangerous-looking components of whatever sciencey nonsense he's working on. Thankfully it doesn't break anything, and instead continues on its merry softball way...

...But it's shortly followed by a slightly panicked-looking and highly apologetic young woman with a worn old baseball glove on her left hand and a battered Kansas City Royals cap.]

Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, my fault, my--...

[Oh dear, she's seen the equipment. And now she's CURIOUS.]

What's all this for?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The truth.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She sits. And glares. Because she has discovered a merger WITH WHICH SHE IS NOT PLEASED.] You're bleeding into my house, Noodle.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What do you mean it won't work?

[inspects it closer]

Have you tried increasing the thermal bionutrients?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What about it?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[AW WHAT THE HELL, WHY NOT. All the other Tens have seen her. :| So here is an Aniki, more horse than human, coming to peer over his shoulder.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It just won't start! The reasserted telebiogenical interface seems frozen.

[considers]

Increase them? Really? [tries it]

Hand me that spanner, would you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're keeping it from me. There's a secret that I want to know.

I'll fence you for it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[aaaaaaaaaah! The Doctor may look like he's about to flip out at the thought of these things falling over and potientially burning a huge hole in the Plane]

No! No, it's all right! It's just---

[abbida---wabbida---]

Just...some experiments.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor refuses to acknowledge the cat at first, until she says what she says]

You know, cat, sometimes you make very, very little sense. Actually, most of the time.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She is curious as to whether or not these experiments pertain to their... uh. Discussion.] What're you working on?

[Oh, he may notice she looks a bit tanner than the last time they spoke, and is stuck in a dress again, though she doesn't mind as much this time. Her hair is, for once, braided back over her shoulders.]