InsaneJournal

It was hard for the Doctor to give up on his ideas. He'd had the idea of syncing with the planet's psychic network as a means of communication; though, still the planet refused to cooperate - fiddling with it's frequency and making the Doctor's task at hand nearly impossible. It didn't make him feel entirely competent as he kept pointing his sonic screwdriver at the control panel and watching this little graph flicker on the blue toned screen with a quiet sigh of dissatisfaction. He'd been at this for hours and still no progress. Everything he tried the planet spit back at him - he couldn't help but feel like he was banging his head on the TARDIS wall.

Pulling up his stool he sat down, crossing his arms and looking rather crossly at the aqua colored pillar in the middle of the room which surged languidly with a quiet whir. "We'll figure it out sooner or later," he said to the TARDIS knowing full well he wouldn't be getting any sort of response from his ship - well outside of the continued hum.

Clicking his tongue he wiggled his toes on the scaffolding, tapped the rubberized toes there with a clunking noise that was wonderfully comforting. He supposed things could be worse - he could have to stay in the wretched room that the planet kept trying to force upon him - THAT would be unavoidably unsavory.

Drumming his fingers on the stools edge he just stared at the ceiling, trying to decide if he ought to sink his teeth back into his plan and experiments or not.