im_thedoctor (im_thedoctor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-05 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | eleventh doctor, tenth doctor |
Who: Troy and John
Where: Troy's place
When: 6/5/2015
What: Troy needs to show John a thing.
Rating/Warnings: Low / None
Status: Ongoing and Closed
Troy moved through the house in a rather precarious sort of way; the day was cool with a breeze, and the house smelled of warm tea which usually relaxed him, but instead The Doctor, or Troy, or whatever it was he was calling himself these days, couldn't find time to sit still. In fact, sitting still was something he just didn't think was possible anymore. He'd tried it, got bored, and went about cleaning the house; except for the kitchen, that was a bit of a mess. Had he remembered to apologize to Clara for that? Oh, she wouldn't mind.
In the kitchen was a very large, and what he deemed to be ornate object tied together in a heap of junk. It spun on a motor, it had Christmas lights, it was filled with gardening, kitchen, and bathroom supplies, as well as one of Clara's hair clips. It didn't really seem to do much other than spin, though it did seem to be connected to a computer, and things were happening on that computer, just nothing of any coherent value. It was Troy's project, and it took up the room with a great, loving presence. Troy seemed to add to it, or remove from it from time to time, but usually always ended up looking about the same.
At the moment though, Troy was ignoring the computer, the object, and instead was focused on his pacing as he worked things out in his mind. He had a book in one hand, it was opened and he HAD been reading from it, but now he was focused too much on whatever it was his brain was focused on. He wasn't even listening for the door at the time, which was fine as he'd left it open a crack knowing John was on his way.