paradisalost | Case Ten: Tempus Fugit. TARDIS Fugit.

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peter carlisle

Case Ten: Tempus Fugit. TARDIS Fugit.

March already? Soon we'll be --

[the writing stops because it's interrupted by a vwooorp vwooorp vwoooorping and WIND and ... a coffee mug being dropped on the floor :<

dictated;]

What the bleeding hell is that?

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[a little antsy under that stare; he scratches at a sideburn before smiling at her -- not too sure about trying to shake her hand, so he nods to her] Nice to meet you, Rose. [stepping towards the TARDIS curiously, though, because he likes to poke around by nature, squinting up at the lighted sign]

[still somewhat aksmaldsk at his appearance and such but then she's noticing what he's looking at]

The whole 1950s police public call box is a disguise that uh ... stuck once the circuit broke and it's been this way since cos it can't be fixed. Or so the Doctor says. I know he could fix it, he just hasn't.

[affectionate look at the TARDIS] I love it.

[he puts his specs on, yay nearsightedness]

Certainly inconspicuous, this. [pats the wooden corner] And sturdy. ['riiight' sort of eyebrow raise]

[asknaldmsk staring a bit again cos WTH HE HAS SPECS TOO?!]

Well no one really ever gave it a second glance so I suppose so yeah. [leaning on the doorframe, which nudges the door further open]

[lawl >>]

Odd. I know I'd notice it. Can't imagine anyone with half their wits about them who wouldn't. [-- distracted by door opening]

You'd be surprised.

[... hee, gaging his reaction]

[stepping back around to look straight-on through the door before -- look of pain, look of pain, ow]

Shit.

[o hai, coffee mug :<]

[ohshi-]

Are you all right?

Ah, fu -- I'm fine. [pulling that bit of ceramic out of his foot, wincing, and ack -- coffee in his sock, coffeeee D8 SMOOTH, CARLISLE]

[feels bad cos she's the one that knocked that mug over :<] I could um ... help you bandage that?

[holding foot] I don't want to impose, really.

I insist. I mean ... I did knock your mug over.

I owe you a mug too. [:(]

[ow D:] Don't worry about the mug. Just a spare from the kitchen.

[looking thoughtful] You're sure? I'd think patching my foot up might be a wee bit ... uninviting, what with the way of things. [headscratch with free hand, wobbling a little]

I've dealt with far worse than a foot during my time traveling with the Doctor [XD] Go on over there and sit down before you topple over. I just need to get a few things.

[ah -- nevermind, limping over to sit down]

[while he's doing the limping thing she's darted off into the TARDIS, hoping she's gone and moved the infirmary closer for Rose to get to and WOO YES! just a few things are needed and she's back out again]

Any way you can prop that foot up on something?

[does not want to know how she got all that so quickly in there ... he's done his research, yes, but still. and at that he nudges his desk chair over with his bad foot, enough so that he can sit down and prop his right foot up on the edge of the desk]

This all right for you?

[dumping the stuff on the desk, but far enough for the bleeding foot]

Good enough. Er ... this is gonna hurt. Sorry. [chewing on her lip a bit as she gets an antibacterial wipe ready near his foot to start prodding at it :<]

[Yay, pain. D:] I've dealt with worse. Better pain now than infection later. [eurgh] ... I really should be doing this myself.

[poking at his foot, yay blood D: but at least it's not that bad now]

And what - bend yourself into a pretzel trying to see it properly?

This'll only take a few more minutes anyway. [dab dab wipe poke ick x.x]

You'd actually be surprised at - ahhh - how good I am at thaaaaaaat.

[small hiss of pain]

Sorry!

[working faster omg but argh blood cleanup sucks; giving him a distraction!]

Why's that? Cos of your work?

[heh -- owwwww] Altercations are a common thing. Ow. Not necessarily with coffee mugs, ow, but random blunt objects, ow, and the occasional less-than-blunt object, yes. Ow.

Not a nurse, by any chance, are you?

Oh. Um ... now you get to add surviving an altercation with a coffee mug to your list? Vicious things, coffee mugs ...

[voice trailing off cos of that question - which reminds her of another time when she bandaged a shoulder and now she looks just a bit sad as she finishes dabbing at his foot and looks over the cut to see if it needs anything else before she puts some gauze on it]

No ... I've just done a decent amount of patch-up jobs before.

Had a mate who nearly lost an eye to one. The Constabulary's been trying to get them banned for years; instruments of death, we've found.

[curious look at her sudden sadness]

No wonder, traveling about in something like that. [pause] Are you all right?

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