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

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor has a science experiment set up! In fact, he's brought on quite a bit of laboratory equipment. On a table is a long row of small, bushy plants, each covered with a different sort of covering or force field, except the last two. The Doctor is making notations on a chart about the progress of each.]

[after a few minutes, he reaches under the table and grabs a blowtorch, starting on the most heavily shielded, and begins slowly burning the plants.]

[It's science!]

Comments

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Have a amnesiac staring at you, Doctor! And clutching a sword, as always] ...what are you doing?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks over his glasses] Brigitta! Glad you're here. Can you check the temperature readouts on that panel there and put them into this datapad? I really need two hands for this blowtorch.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Staaare, though she's still moving over to the panel] Uh... Sure, how d'you know my name?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You still haven't apologised.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

To you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

How very curious.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Sterilized environmental damage assessment.

Also, terribly therapeutic.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[oh god the horror]

What are you doing, desu?!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[die plants die!!!]

Experimenting.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[have a little!Lucy! who is all oooooh and aaaaaah at you burning things]

I don't suppose I could try, could I?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks to her briefly]

Sorry, Trouble. Very focused experimentation. But you can be my assistant, if you'd like?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Dru isn't fond of science, I'm afraid. But she's curious enough to brave coming a little closer.]

You're hurting them.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

the Doctor puts out the blowtorch]

What do you mean?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[duh]

Burning plants.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[NUUU!!]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[die plants die!!!!!]

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

[...WHAT THE HELL, DUDE]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[aaaaaaaaaand a slow calculated burn, followed by a stop, writing down information, then more buuuuuuuuurn!]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[...If you're trying to get Dorothy Gale back on your good side, wanton destruction of innocent greenery is not the way to do it, Doctor. In fact, she looks kind of horrified and pissed off! "Kind of" here having the meaning of "totally going to kick your ass if you don't stop that right this instant".]

What the hell are you doing?!

[Oh god. You made her swear. You should probably run.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Science!

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[looks at the chart then the Doctor smiling]

What'd those plants ever do to you?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[mock-exasperated look]

Oh, don't you start, too!

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

-did I miss something, or is this just a therapeutic moment in general?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not everyone's as indestructible as you and I, Jack.