InsaneJournal

The Doctor had spent most of his rainy day at the petrol station, taking apart the gas pumps-- well, he'd only taken apart just one, taking out small pieces, large pieces, and leaving it strewn everywhere. There was no gas of course, so there wasn't any reason to worry. At least, there had been no gas in the one he'd taken apart. He had managed to gather up a lot of small items, enough to make a portion of a sonic modulator, in the hopes he could resonate the glass and well.. shatter it. At least put a big crack in it. He'd meet back up with Ten sometime later tonight and present him with the portion of the modulator that he was working on. it wouldn't take them much longer to make a complete one, if they kept going at this pace.

He had thrown the parts all into a small backpack he'd found at the thrift store, for easy carrying. It was slung over his shoulder at the moment, as he ducked his way into the museum then headed for the door that led into the office that he, Rose, and the werewolf were all sharing. The same room he'd offered to Jack tonight, if he wanted it. It hadn't been any surprise that he'd been turned down. The handle was twisted and he stepped inside, eyebrows lifting and smile appearing as he saw Rose there. "Look at you! Right where you belong. A little wet, though. You're lucky one of us thinks about those things." Even as he said it, he was lowering the bag to the ground. The desk was gone from the office, pushed out of the room, along with the chair, to give them as much floor space as possible. Then he was crouching down and tugging out a t-shirt and some jeans, tossing them in her direction. "I thought about grabbing.. other things.." A bra and underwear, he meant, "But decided this would work just as well." He tugged out a towel and tossed it her way as well, to dry her bra and underwear, if she needed. The leather jacket was tugged off, it'd kept his torso dry, though his pants were a little wet. And the jacket was hung on a hook in the wall, once used for a picture.