twelve | location: streets of taxon |

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor has to start working eventually. And while nobody hates the idea of working quite like the Doctor hates working, he hates the idea of being back in prison even more than that.

So, behold the Doctor, carrying things from a replication unit to the square where he's working on his next project. At present, the things he's creating are three-foot pieces of metal. He's spitting out a few at a time, and then moving them to a large pile where he has more already stacked up.

There's also a series of papers he's had made up sitting not far off from the stacks of sheet metal. They read: MISSING: ONE SONIC SCREWDRIVER. HONESTLY, NOW, STEALING ISN'T RIGHT AT ALL, IS IT?

Oh, he's also got a plate of pink-frosted cupcakes. A Time Lord's gotta eat, y'all.

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[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

Speaking of work, Doul isn't exactly on holiday at the moment, but his usual employer is not herself and as such has little for him to do. Among other reasons, this bout of idleness has inspired the Liveman to lock away his sword and take to the streets of Taxon for a long, (hopefully) exhausting run.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor, popping a big bite of cupcake into his mouth, notices said Liveman running and becomes instantly worried. After all, where the Doctor comes from, one doesn't run for recreation.

"Doul!" he calls, around the mouthful of food.

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

A quick stop and turn in place and he's facing the Doctor, "Yes?" If whatever he's yelling about isn't immediately important, Doul is going to stop and take a drink from his waterbottle while slowly walking toward the other man.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

He swallows the bite of cake. "You all right? Didn't take you for the recreational jogging sort. Course, didn't see you much outside of your work, anyway, but, still."

[Location: streets of Taxon]

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

The Doctor? He was there when Rose woke up but when she gets out of the shower he's gone. No panic. Just getting dressed in jeans, a tee shirt, hoody and trainers. It's not hard to find him. The map makes it easy. Like Doctor GPS.

She walks into the square with a chuckle, tablet held up to snap a picture. "That's one for my scrapbook. I'll caption it 'The Doctor and Manual Labor'."

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Very witty, Rose," the Doctor says, throwing another few sheets onto the pile. "But you know what I think? I think, in the end, this'll be better off for everybody. That way, they can't say they didn't know what I was planning."

He nods to the plate. "Cake?"

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[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

"Evidence file. Check," she beams at him. "Yes please!" She fairly bounces and skips over to the plate of cupcakes, picking one up and peeling the paper lining back before swiping a finger through the frosting then proceeding to lick the frosting off her finger.

"So what are we building?"

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh, I can't ruin the surprise," the Doctor says, grinning over at her as he grabs another set of metal to toss onto the pile. "Where would the fun in that be? Besides, it's nowhere near begun yet, much less finished. You'll figure it out once you see a bit more, I promise."

[caballero]

Bruce has no idea what a sonic screwdriver is (well, in practice; in theory he might have poked around at some of this after Sherlock absently dumped it with him), but he assumes it's one of the gadgets amongst the Doctor's belongings* that were taken from him during his arrest. Said belongings are currently neatly contained in a brown paper grocery bag, being carried by one Bruce Wayne, who's giving the whole set-up a faintly skeptical but otherwise mellow look.

"Doctor."

[* = an exact list of which does not exist on this end, but Sherlock's typist says whatever it is, it's all there. - the management]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor looks over his shoulder. It takes him a moment to recognize the man, but he gives him a short, acknowledging nod.

"Hello, there," he says with a lot of false cheeriness. "You've got me at a disadvantage, I'm afraid. Working. Can't even believe I've had to learn about it."

[caballero]

Not an enormous conversationalist, Bruce forgoes initiating any smalltalk and instead just approaches him, observing whatever it is he's working on. As a scientist and an engineer himself, he tends to be interested in just about anything in that department, even colored blocks. But that's not why he's here, and as he offers the shopping bag to the Doctor, his only remark is, "Holmes had this."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor looks down at the bag, then puts down another block of sheet metal to take it from Bruce. He rummages through it, grinning madly as he pulls out his sonic screwdriver.

"Oh, brilliant! Yes, I missed you too," he says, grinning madly and petting the object with a forefinger. "Ready to get back to work? We've got plenty to do here!"

[location: da streets]

[levilup.livejournal.com]

Levi is actually outside today, which is a rare occurrence, but he's determined to work out this new money system. He's not entirely sure how it works-- not that it's difficult by any means, Levi is just technology retarded. Money isn't something he has to worry about back home, considering the fact that he's hoarded huge amounts of it. But now he has to worry about money and buying his food, which seems rather unfair, considering.

Either way, he's hanging out in the shade of a cafe, a pair of big, reflection-y sunglasses covering his eyes (the sun may not burn him to a crisp, but it still hurts), fiddling with his tablet when the Doctor walks by.

Well, then. That's intriguing.

"Shouldn't you be wearing a construction helmet, Doctor? Neon yellow is so your color," Levi calls, grinning.

[location: da streets]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"You think?" the Doctor calls over to Levi with a smile. "I figured I might go for something in a coordinating shade of blue." After all, today felt like a blue-suit day.

"I've thought about getting one of these suits in yellow, but I figured I might stand out like, oh, well, a escaped prisoner."

[location: da streets]

[levilup.livejournal.com]

It's a nice blue suit, actually, Levi approves. "Honestly, if you tried to hatch a yellow suit, I might have to arrest you for a crime of fashion." Too soon for the prison jokes?

Levi stands up and wanders over to the Doctor, shifting uncomfortably in the sunlight, but he'd rather not have to yell across the city to have a conversation. Adjusting his sunglasses, he comes to a stop near the Doctor's work, and tilts his head questioningly.

"What, exactly, is it that you're doing, if you don't mind my asking?"

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It's never too soon for prison jokes. "Well, if you arrested me, I imagine I'd get significantly better treatment," the Doctor replies. "But, that being said, I'll have to make sure you never meet up with any of my previous selves. Especially my sixth. Whewwwww, he had some fascinating sartorial tastes, that one."

He tosses another sheet of metal onto the pile, then gives him a cheeky smile. "Escaping."

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[aintnoconvict]

Glitch was out meandering for the first time in...well, ages and ages, it seemed. The threat of Angelus was gone, DG's brief and terrifying glitch over, his unexpected musical theater debut behind him, and his injuries from the explosion well recovered from, so it was high time he got out to enjoy spring.

All right so it was still a bit chilly, but the sun was shining and Glitch was suffused with enough of a happy glow to warm the whole city. And then he noticed the cupcakes.

"Ooh, are you sharing?" he asked, not quite registering who the man with the baked goods was yet. Priorities and all.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Well, I could always wish up some more if we needed them," the Doctor says, tossing another piece of sheet metal onto the pile. "But, please, go right ahead. They've got the little edible ball bearings on them. Love the edible ball bearings."

[locati- OMG CUPCAKES]

[aintnoconvict]

With a grin Glitch picked up one of the cupcakes. "Thank you, that's-" Then he properly recognized the Doctor, and for a brief moment his expression went blank. After a moment, however, the smile returned a bit ruefully. "-that's very kind of you. H-hello Doctor, I didn't know you were..."

Handwave to indicate look ma no prison cell goes here, which he really should have noticed since he'd just spent some time at Petra's. Then again he'd been preoccupied with suddenly-evil-princess things.

[location: streets of Taxon] (laaate)

[mancalledspade.livejournal.com]

Spade has, at some point, wandered up. He glances from the pile to the cupcakes, taking in both as he takes a long drag on his cigarette. "Huh," is his final, eloquent pronouncement.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Those things'll kill you, you know," the Doctor said, grabbing another piece of sheet metal and stacking it into another pile. "Though, really, the appeal of dried vegetable matter mixed with narcotics doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And believe you me, I've tried to make sense of it all."

[location: streets of Taxon]

[mancalledspade.livejournal.com]

Spade's mouth twitches in a wry smile, but he says, "You suggest I switch to cupcakes?"

[returntous.livejournal.com]

Mabel is outside. This is onto itself a miracle; she originally thought that staying holed up was the best plan and that maybe the aliens would forget about her. She eventually, though, concluded that was stupid.

"I ain't seen it." She points at the cupcakes. "Can I have one anyway?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's all right, it'll get returned eventually," the Doctor says, offering the woman a grin. "But go ahead. I've whipped up more than I can possibly eat without having some sort of a sugar crash, I'm sure."

[returntous.livejournal.com]

Mabel picks one up and takes a big bite. Pink is her favorite color, although flavor-wise it's pretty bland.

"Not going to blow things up this time?" People talk about you, Doctor.