capnjohnhart (capnjohnhart) wrote in whoville, @ 2008-08-15 16:44:00 |
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John had finally managed to get his hands on one of the hotel bar droids. So to speak.
He was currently sat cross-legged up on the bar, brow furrowed, muttering to himself around the screwdriver he had between his teeth, hands inside the droid's back. Out on the bar in front of him was his useful little bunch of metal toolkit pieces, his wriststrap, several random bunches of wires, and a bottle of an odd-looking pink spirit.
He jumped back suddenly, narrowly avoiding a large electrical spark from inside the droid. The screwdriver dropped from his mouth, and he cursed loudly.