The Doctor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fromgallifrey) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-06-01 18:58:00 |
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| Entry tags: | !complete, day 09, ianto jones, location: museum, the doctor (ten) |
Who: The Doctor, Ianto, and Open to Museum Dwellers
What: They meet at last!
Where: The Museum
When: Day 9, Early afternoon
Rating: PG (though, with Torchwood, you never know)
Status: Complete
The Doctor returned from his walk to the church with a fairly thoughtful look on his features. It was fairly clear that his first physical encounter with Ryuzaki had left an impression. Though, the Doctor didn't have any intention of talking about that right now. No, he was back in the museum and he wanted to get his attention back on the modulator. He had let himself become side tracked as of late - and it was time to stop losing sight of the final goal.
Stepping in through the museum's front doors the Time Lord meandered down the hallway to the tiny office trned his work space. It was like the TARDIS in the sense that he both lived and worked there. Sadly, it was not bigger on the inside than on the outside, so it felt a wee bit on the cramped side.
Pulling up the chair formerly occupied by Gambit earlier in the morning the Doctor carefully lit the fire in his little smelter. He was going to work on more of the wires - and soon he'd need to start doing loop checks and making certain that everything fed in the correct direction and that his improvised switches worked the way that they were supposed to. By his estimation he had nearly 37 individual lines to check. It would take some time. However, first he needed to get the wires attached.
He had been working quietly when he realized there was a strange feeling in his left pinky.
"Oh, no!" He gasped, setting down the pin he had been using and carefully blowing out the flame. This was not a time to panic. No, there would be no panicing. While Jack might not have been affected by the materials they had salvaged, the Doctor, apparently had been. "Who uses lead based products? Really?!" He asked, hopping out of his chair and bounding down the hallway.
"Chalk? Has anyone got some chalk?" He called, coming to a halt in the foyer.
Stepping in through the museum's front doors the Time Lord meandered down the hallway to the tiny office trned his work space. It was like the TARDIS in the sense that he both lived and worked there. Sadly, it was not bigger on the inside than on the outside, so it felt a wee bit on the cramped side.
Pulling up the chair formerly occupied by Gambit earlier in the morning the Doctor carefully lit the fire in his little smelter. He was going to work on more of the wires - and soon he'd need to start doing loop checks and making certain that everything fed in the correct direction and that his improvised switches worked the way that they were supposed to. By his estimation he had nearly 37 individual lines to check. It would take some time. However, first he needed to get the wires attached.
He had been working quietly when he realized there was a strange feeling in his left pinky.
"Oh, no!" He gasped, setting down the pin he had been using and carefully blowing out the flame. This was not a time to panic. No, there would be no panicing. While Jack might not have been affected by the materials they had salvaged, the Doctor, apparently had been. "Who uses lead based products? Really?!" He asked, hopping out of his chair and bounding down the hallway.
"Chalk? Has anyone got some chalk?" He called, coming to a halt in the foyer.