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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[returntous.livejournal.com]

She seems about to say something else, the way her mouth opens and then shuts. But she changes her mind. "Things in between. If I see any of them,I'll be sure to get the word out."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Things in between what?"

[returntous.livejournal.com]

Mabel finishes off her cupcake, stuffing it in her mouth with two fingers. "Like I said," she replies once she's done swallowing. "I'll let you know if I see anything. Good luck with your project."