the thousand farenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes

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[the screeching still hasn't stopped. York had advised him not to go to the room in question unless absolutely necessary, so ... the Doctor sits himself down outside the TARDIS, perched on his windowsill, for a change of pace, and carefully cracks open his journal]

[Filtered to GLaDOS]

Pardon me, GLaDOS, but may I have a moment? I'm the Doctor ... I think I might be able to help you.


[Filtered to York; about 5 minutes later]

York? There's been no response ... It seems I'm going to need to go to GLaDOS' room directly. When you've a moment, would you accompany me?

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[encryptedlock]

[Knock knock, TARDIS.]

You know, I'd be happier, too? But it looks like this isn't going to fix itself.

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[gets the door!It's also entirely possible she can't hear me over ... that noise she's making. Only one way to know for certain, I suppose.

[glances over his shoulder into the console room] ... times like this, I wish I hadn't lost my sonic screwdriver.

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It does look like you eventually get it back, if that's any kind of consolation...I could always lift the one Other You carries around.

[He briefly considers consulting the Cube before dealing with GLaDOS, but...somehow, he doesn't think he'd get a whole lot of useful information.]

All right, first off, I'm pretty sure she uses lasers...you got some kind of protection against that?

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No, no. It's fine. I've gotten along without it all this time, I can, still. ... [dips a hand into his pocket and rummages... a lot ... until he comes up with a small hand mirror and smiles. simple solutions are sometimes the best]

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[York nods and thumps his chest, causing a brilliant yellow shield flare for a brief moment.]

My shields were designed to withstand plasma blasts. Lasers don't scare me. [Crazy AIs, maybe, but not lasers.] Need anything else or should we get moving?

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Nine times out of ten, all I need, I carry with me. [taps his temple]

Lead the way, York.

[shall we move this up to GLaDOS' thread?]