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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]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.


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-01 06:27 pm UTC (link)
Had the Doctor known that Ianto would be frightened of the mole he would have to ask: what did the mole ever do to you? Mole love.

Ianto spoke in a sort of manner that lead the Doctor to believe that if he ever managed to get to know him he was very funny. For the moment, however, the Doctor wasn't quite sure what was joke and what was real.

"Well, you don't need the chalk to measure the wall, do you?" The Doctor pulled up a spot against one of the nearby railings. He was leaning with crossed arms and feet; much more calm than he was a moment ago.

Abruptly, the Doctor scratched his head. He was thinking. Thinking about the modulator again. Would the lead paint affect the way it generated the pulse? That was something to chew on.

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[info]madeinwales
2009-06-01 06:35 pm UTC (link)
Most people had that trouble around Ianto. What was a joke and what was real. Ianto rather liked it like that, since it kept people slightly off balance. Though, in the Doctor's case, Ianto felt that he was always off balance. Smiling a little, he went back to unraveling yarn and rolling it into a neat ball.

"Well, no. Not to measure. But I was using it to think on paper on the floor. Thinking in the journals is broadcasting what's on my mind. This isn't quite as bad. That and I was using it to keep track of how many yards I've unraveled already."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-01 06:45 pm UTC (link)
The ball of yarn lead the Time Lord to wonder: Was Ianto a knitter in his spare time? It was a dying hobby in Ianto's time - knitting, and the Doctor would have admired that he had taken it up... if he had, anyway.

Back to the present, real world. "Oh, I think we're all quite well watched, actually whether we use the journals or not." The Doctor was back to talking like himself again now that he wasn't subject to a brush with regeneration anymore.

"How many yards are you going for, anyway?"

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[info]madeinwales
2009-06-01 09:38 pm UTC (link)
He wasn't knitting! There were no knitting needles about, for one. That should have been a dead giveaway, though really, he could have gotten them later, he supposed. "I think we are, too, but it might be a bit more difficult without the journal. Um. I'm not certain. I'm hoping to estimate wall height before actually going out and measuring it. The yarn's to measure."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-02 08:04 am UTC (link)
Was it wrong of the Doctor to try and make every situation just a little bit more interesting than it already was? He couldn't help that he had an overactive imagination and the entire universe as his playground.

"If they are half as sophisticated as I believe them to be, they're using the glass as a sort of transitor - hypersonic waves acting as a sort of radar. It would explain why the glass would be both molecularly bound to metal and the twang it gives off when it's hit." The Doctor recalled the feedback he'd heard when he knocked on the glass. Of course, unless someone else had hyperactive hearing they wouldn't have noticed. He did. And it hurt.

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[info]madeinwales
2009-06-03 08:33 pm UTC (link)
Ianto would knit with all the power of his obsessive nature. It was very good that he didn't knit. They'd be knee deep in water bottle cozies, if he did. It was much safer this way. For all of them.

Ianto listened to the Doctor while he wound up a ball of yarn, blinking occasionally at the explanation. "D'you suppose that the walls are powering everything in here? The weather is entirely manufactured. I'm assuming the light is as well."

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