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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[caballero]

A little of column A, a little that he likes getting out of the house and isn't in any hurry to see what would happen if the Doctor tried Enfys' patience. (She still carries an ax.) He pauses, not turned fully back to the Doctor, and raises his hand. His wrist, complete with silver, irremovable band, is exposed. He doesn't say anything, but the implication - that he's trying to sneak up on a telepathic, omnipresent force (which has now heard him say it out loud, even) - is clear.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor nods, and his grin gets even wider. "Oh, see, that's the brilliance of it. It's like shouting 'mate in three'. Even if they know what's coming, but they can't stop it."

He is beside himself with smugness. It's so simple.

[caballero]

The contradiction there doesn't inspire much faith, but then, even if the Doctor had rolled out completely foolproof blueprints, Bruce still would have been deeply skeptical. He's quelled the black storm of hurt and anger over Rachel's death that threatened to let anything set him off into violence, but that doesn't mean his opinions on anyone have changed.

"Well, play nice." You know, because if people get blown to hell again Bruce gets the feeling someone is just going to take the initiative to kill this guy - and while he personally would prefer to avoid that, there's really only so much terrorist activity a small group of purposeful people can deal with.

Maybe he'll ask Leila about what the Doctor's doing later.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Play nice. Like the Doctor's some sort of a child. Whatever place this bloke came from, they can have him for all the Doctor cares. He'll save him, because he's going to save everyone, but he's not even going to pretend to like him.

"Always do," he says with a smile that's not even pretending to be genuine.

[caballero]

Well, if he's going to act like one...

Utterly unbothered by the falseness, Bruce gives him another unreadable glance and then walks away. A few steps later and he's already absorbed in something on his tablet screen, and then he's gone.