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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
The Doctor had ignored as a whole the interaction between Logan and Gambit. In a manner of speaking the pair had a 'past.' Well, at least for Red Eye's end of it. For Logan's end, it was probably just all too illustrative of whatever their relationship had been back where Gambit had come from.

"Enough," he said sternly to Logan and Gambit. "You want to go have at it? Not in here, this place is a fine enough wreck as it is," He bent over and picked up another long row of slats, tugging it along without waiting for Jack to help. He was getting frustrated, his mind filtering back to where it had been. His priorities were off; moving lumber coming up with schemes for levers and cantilevers. What he should be doing is leveling the rest of the buildings until he found what he was looking for.

"You," He said, dropping the plank in the pile and looking pointedly at Jack, "Don't encourage them."

It was clear to the Doctor that no amount of trying to distract these people was going to work. No, he would have to tell them to be quiet and tell them to work. Because apparently giving them tasks to do was not enough for them to take their minds off of having raging egos and depthless pools of testosterone.

"Ianto - is that a rope end right there?" He asked, canting his head to look at the floor near Ianto's left foot. They'd have rope in a barn, wouln't they?


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