19; before they put us in the coffin [i've got things to say]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Here's a Doctor, for the first time in a very long time not doing some sort of experiment on the Plane! He is, in fact, cleaning up(?!?) his laboratory materials, putting them all into boxes and blipping off the Plane to, apparently, put them away back on his home world]

[he's not talking(?!?), just working, quietly]

[feel free to interrupt]

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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta, holding the official position of Doctor-stalker, is of course there; with her arms crossed] ...Is something wrong?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks up and gives her a smile. He likes his stalker, after all] What? No, no, everything's fine.

[that would be a lie.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Good! She likes him too.

...Though that won't be stopping her from narrowing her eyes] Doctor; I know that tone- what's happened?

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

[watching the Doctor clean up a bit more before saying anything]

Packing up?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Mmm. Just making sure there's nothing laying around. You know. In case. Can never tell how long we'll be on the Plane, can we?

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

Something's sticking Doctor. You're picking up after yoursef.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I always pick up after myself.

[beat] It might take a while, but eventually I get there.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[oh hey, Doctor, have a Dorothy meandering through the area, flipping through a leatherbound book that looks far older than she is, and knowing her age, that's saying something. It's a second before she looks up, but when she does, she just stands there staring at him for a good long while, watching him work, thinking about what this might mean.

Honestly she doesn't know what to say, although considering the way their delightful interactions have gone in the past, she might not say anything even if she had the words. So she just watches, curiously.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[he knows she's there, but he continues to pack for a few moments, before suddenly spinning around to face her]

We've never gotten on, I think.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you're the one these belong to. Hope you don't mind that I borrowed a flask. Friend of mine needed one, and I wasn't sure where I could grab one at two in the morning.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's all right.

Wait, what did your friend need a flask for at two in the morning?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[approaches slowly, gaze lingering on this and that] Packing? Makes sense, I suppose. Just in case. [there's a hint of wistful regret in his voice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. Good to see you understand.

Just in case. [his tone is slightly more worried]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Who died this time?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks up over the beakers] Who said someone died? Maybe I just want to tidy up.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Jim is... holding back a little. because she's not a scientist, but okay. Let's see what's going on. It's what she's here for, after all.]

Would you like some help?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Hmm? No, no, I think I've got it. Just...can you grab that spanner there, for me? I need to get all of the tools in one place.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[concerned TARDIS is concerned ; ;]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[self-pitying Doctor is sad Doctor is sad and says nothing, just keeps working]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[standing back a little distance, confused]

What are you doing?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Cleaning up.

Time to put away childish things, and all that.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

Doctor?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks up, gives her a small smile] Hello, Rose.

Sorry, late tag is late...

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he watches the Doctor for a moment, briefly wondering if unlike his eighth and ninth selves, this one might be more on the tidier side, but he's no fool.]

Going somewhere, Doctor?

No worries!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks up, plasters on a huge, false grin]

Straxus! Been a while! Pass me that beaker, would you?