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

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Well he is.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

From someone who knows, it's not very nice to be called scrawny, even if you are.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

He preferred it to Twiggy, though. And the both of you very much are, you know. But his hair isn't quite as horrific.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, Twiggy! Wonderful woman. Bit too much eye makeup, but I've grown to like that in a woman.

Oi, now. I'm not---

Wait a minute. Does he look exactly like me, this scrawny friend of yours?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You know someone named Twiggy? That's just silly! It's a horrible name for a girl to have, you know. It only fits scrawny, gangly boys and you.

[eeeeer. she shifts uncomfortably, kicking her foot against the ground] Not exactly, no. You aren't exactly the same.