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[caballero]

Bruce Wayne has kind of had enough of today; while the world of Taxon doesn't look nearly like the (artistically rendered, he suspects) Doctor's looming apocalypse, it's still in a near-cracking state. The destruction of citizens vs sentinel robots, accidentally-detonated bombs, and his own creative use of the tram have left a notable impact. Still, there is more to come - but just how much more depends on all of them.

"There's no radiation in the individual bombs," he says, and he's walking, headed straight towards the Sanctuary building in downtown Osten. "The machines are there to protect civilian life, not the explosives. If you're still here and can't get to a safe zone or on the ship, stay as far away from any sentinel activity as you can."

Speaking of the machines - they're approaching, because he isn't stopping, and neither are the people behind him, whose shoulders or backs can occasionally be seen in his broadcast. Bruce is holding something small and heavy in his hand, somehow both calm and extremely annoyed.

"Unless you'd like to get down here and help break this goddamn facility open, because the Doctor is right here."

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In the Lower Regions of the Sanctuary

[orderfromchaos.livejournal.com]

Holmes readily accepts whatever's thrust at him, not overtly surprised at the sudden outlash. In fact, it seems as if he's doing his best to make himself invisible since that last bit of input, observing rather than taking an overly active role in the proceedings.


The detective can't seem to find it in himself to be quite so furious as his company, and so he simply steps aside to assure that he's anything but in the way, keeping a sort of idle watch on the pair making their exit. There'll be plenty of time for his own agenda later, he reasons, and it's only then that he actually takes an interest in the items he's been handed, starting to overlook them with an unusual amount of care lest he blow something up in the process.

In the Lower Regions of the Sanctuary

[knightflying.livejournal.com]

Judith is definitely someone to keep an eye on in future, but perhaps Holmes is as well. He's got the knack of fading, quiet and unassuming into the background, but as they've already seen, he's more than capable with a fire arm. And he's paying very careful attention to the Doctor's belongings, now that he has them.

These are all thoughts that Tim has to stow away for later inspection, however, as he needs to concentrate on his own task here. With the end of the... rope-like device in hand - and how he'd like to know how exactly that works, but again, not the time - he nods to Leila. "Just tell me where to hang it."

Re: In the Lower Regions of the Sanctuary

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Could be a little less tight," the Doctor complains, experimentally tugging against the restraints. He wanted to fight, but he's not stupid. He's not going to make it fifty feet away from these people. And, well, anywhere he wanted to go would probably already had people searching through them.

"Firing squad, then?" he asks. "Or are we going to get creative with my excecution? Can't possibly imagine a proper trial in this place. All people from different universes, no solid government or legal system. Still! I imagine it'll be interesting to see what you all have planned for me. Better make it interesting, though. Can't handle a simple gunshot wound to the head, that just wouldn't be fair. I know! You could boil me alive. Do be careful with that coat, Janis Joplin gave me that!"

He's fairly terrified of how utterly out of control everything has spiraled, so he's covering it up with a healthy layer of flippancy. Be flippant, be relaxed, it throws everyone else off.