when I look at the STAAAAAAAARS

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

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All of that work, and it looks like it's been for bugger-all. She was using Legato all the time ... I should have known. Should have put the pieces together ... but no, I was so focused on finding my own solution to the problem that I didn't even realize that it had changed. And now I may have just made things worse.

Just because she's got a renewable source of nourishment doesn't mean she's going to use it, singularly. ... But at least the Patrol is aware of the situation, now. I suppose the greatest quandary now is ... should I tell them what I've done, and risk possibly losing my membership, or ... wait until Riful uses it as some sort of leverage against me - as she undoubtedly will? It's not really a quandary at all, when I put it that way, is it, old friend?

[he rests his chin in his hand glumly and looks down at K-9, who waggles his little satellite-dish ears]

Affirmative, Doctor.

Then ... how should I tell them...? Where do I even begin ... Perhaps I should try to find a new solution, first.

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[he begins poring over his notes, and remains sitting at his laboratory bench in the TARDIS for quite some time. after a while, though, all the words and figures begin to blur together, and he leans back, rubbing at his eyes] ... Perhaps a change of focus, even for a moment ...

[he picks up the vial of blue program energy he'd gotten from Gibson, and studies it intently] If I can find a way to replicate this, Tony may have his portable fuel after all ...

[he's so tired, though, so very mentally shot. maybe just one little sip won't hurt. he sips at the test tube, delicately - and it tastes marvellous. like a good night's rest and the Zero Room and a good cup of tea and a sunny day and the best cocktail ever, all rolled into one drinkable thing.

before he knows it, the whole thing is gone.]

Well. I suppose I shouldn't have done that.

[not a nanosecond after, his head hits the workbench with an audible THUD]

((OOC: Space Core Loss starts in comments! PREPARE FOR SPACE CAPSLOCK!))

Comments

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I can tell you where I'm not.

I am not in space.

[thehumanfactor.livejournal.com]

That doesnae narrow it down much, ye bampot! At least- ye're in the TARDIS somewhere, aye?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yes. Yes, the TARDIS. TARDIS goes to space. Gonna take the TARDIS to space. Right now. Going to space!

[and with that he'll take off for the console room. WHOOSH]

[thehumanfactor.livejournal.com]

Hey?! Doctor, ye canna just go- [a beat] Well I suppose ye can.

[Belatedly realizing that if he wants to go anywhere he's going to have to get to the console room, Jamie's going to be legging it over there hoping to catch him and make sure he's not bleeding profusely from the noggin or anything.]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[and he's running circles around the console when Jamie gets there, pretty much hitting EVERY BUTTON EVER and humming excitedly to himself]

[thehumanfactor.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD in Jamie's experience, the TARDIS is close enough to crashing constantly even when the Doctor is only hitting one or two buttons at a time, so he makes a dive for Five and tries to hold his arms still and away from all them dangerous buttons.] Och, ye're gonna get us all killed, Doctor! What do ye think ye'r doing?!

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[he looks up at him, and BEAMS gleefully] Gonnagotospace. Space! Space. Upinspace. Gonna see space. See the stars. Stars-planets-galaxies-moon-GREEN CHEESE.

[thehumanfactor.livejournal.com]

[Just trying to usher him back out of the console room.] Ye've already seen it, ye bampot! Why are ye talking like that, then? What's so urgent about space?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[he flails, trying to get away - going squirmy like a toddler that doesn't want to be picked up] WANT TO GO TO SPAAAAAAAACE.

[thehumanfactor.livejournal.com]

Och-- ye- [And now Jamie does his level best to avoid any and all limbs by pressing himself up against the hardest to reach area - namely Five's back - and wrapping both arms around his midsection from behind before driving him forward out of the room like a linebacker. His speaking afterward might be a tad muffled.] AYE, FINE THEN, SPACE! We'll all go ta space, right after ye get ye'r head examined by a doctor what actually knows medicine things. [A beat.] Or maybe one a the other of ye, whichever comes first and doesnae get me elbowed in the face.

OMG I LOVE YOU.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[and just like that? he stops]

Okay.

[the promise of space - for NOW - is enough. he'll let himself be led, humming quietly to himself. GONNA GO TO SPACE.]

LMAO ♥!

[thehumanfactor.livejournal.com]

[Jamie cautiously extracts himself from Five once he's calmer, but hovers in case he needs to flying tackle the man or something. The Doctor has always been surprisingly spry.] Now, what were ye doing that ye shouldnae have done, exactly? Before all... [emphatic gesturing] this?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I was thinking about space. And all of the stars. [he'll just let Jamie drag him wherever he's going to drag him, since he's convinced now that space is somewhere along the way]

... But mostly, about space.