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He hummed.
"I... I was thinking perhaps one of the receptionists would be willing to be "hypnotised," ah, by that I mean, they would pretend to be hypnotised in order for there to be an element of surprise... if they can drive a car, they could say that you'd asked them to take you somewhere, and once he was in, tie him up... or something like that?"
He chuckled.
"Honestly I just planed on tying him to an office chair and wheeling him about the office once he was in the same building as myself, have him look out the window as your men arrive, that way he'd be able to track what they did well or not... after he realises I'm not trying to kill anyone, that is..."
He sighed and shrugged, clapping his hands together as he crossed his legs.
"I do believe it will be quite the shock to him at first, but once he does realise nothing deadly's happening, I will be explaining what's happening to him, I hope you don't mind?"
There are four knocks on the office door.
"Ah, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have a couple of things I'd like to discuss... ah... if that is... acceptable, anyway..."
The Brig opened the door, looking ready to turn whoever it was away before he saw exactly who It was
“Oh.” His nose scrunched up, and he hummed softly in thought.
“..You aren’t interrupting a thing, dear fellow. Come in.”
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I'll be honest, I did this whole plan because I saw how silly this thing looked and I was like "you know what?"
. . .
I didn't really have a good reason for it, but then things started snowballing and I ended up summoning a Daemon and... well...
. . . It's very interesting to see that someone actually took a picture though!
Doctor Who - The Daemons
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He nodded in return, still picking at his fingers.
"Er, right, thank you... for... all of it, I suppose... yes, she's... very dear to me..."
He hummed, glancing up at the paper that he'd shuffled to the top and made a tutting sound.
"That one's a mix of paint, glitter, light, and smoke, so all of it... I'd be using that one as the "end" bomb, so to say, the... the one they'd need to take out the most, as sort of a... if that one goes off, that'd mean they were too late to stop me... if that makes sense?"
He scratched the back of his head, leaning back into the chair.
"I er... if everything looks good to you, I'd be able to begin working on... all of the equipment needed today and... be finished within the next couple of days... earlier if you could get a group of people to be able to build some seperately..."
There are four knocks on the office door.
"Ah, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have a couple of things I'd like to discuss... ah... if that is... acceptable, anyway..."
The Brig opened the door, looking ready to turn whoever it was away before he saw exactly who It was
“Oh.” His nose scrunched up, and he hummed softly in thought.
“..You aren’t interrupting a thing, dear fellow. Come in.”
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He moved to sit at the offered chair, still looking incredibly awkward.
"Er, yes... of course... it... I don't really think it's been home for me for a... long time, however... but... thank you... er... Vera picked out a surname for us... Marsh... other than that, I'm not sure how to go about setting up identities for us in any legal manner... erm... I ah... yeah... thank you..."
He sighed, scratching at the back of his head, before dropping his hands into his lap, fiddling with the papers on it.
"I am... glad we are on the same page with that, I'm just... she's a very young Time Lady... similar to a teenage human, I suppose, mental age wise... I just... I don't want her in danger..."
He cleared his throat and slid the plans onto the desk for him.
"A few of the drones and robots were designed by Vera, I focused mainly on making realistic looking bombs that were filled with non-lethal things as you suggested... like paint and glitter and... well... yeah..."
He fell silent after that, simply staring down at his hands, picking at his fingers, his gloves surprisingly absent, revealing well cared for nails that had been painted black.
There are four knocks on the office door.
"Ah, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have a couple of things I'd like to discuss... ah... if that is... acceptable, anyway..."
The Brig opened the door, looking ready to turn whoever it was away before he saw exactly who It was
“Oh.” His nose scrunched up, and he hummed softly in thought.
“..You aren’t interrupting a thing, dear fellow. Come in.”
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"Hello, my dear, I have a... request, if at all possible..."
He stepped inside, carefully shutting the door as he went, simply standing there for a moment, sighing.
"I don't know if the Doctor has informed you of my... of what I did that caused us to crash the other day, but... well... to make matters simple, I will never be welcome on Gallifrey again, disownment on my behalf, is the... easiest way I can word it... as such I'm in a... little bit of a Universal pickle."
He scratched his beard.
"Er, that is to day, I was reccomended to ask you about getting a legal Earthern identity set up, for both myself and Vera... as well as adopting her? I'm not... I'm a little more versed in the legal side of things than you'd probably expect, but I'm... not sure how to go from here..."
His lips twitched up into a small smile that quickly dropped after a moment.
"Oh, I've also got a few designs for non-lethal bombs and other... assorted equipment for you to have your people to look over... trust is something earned, I am aware... and since you're allowing me to do this... well... I think it'd be best to start off on the correct side of things, yes?"
He took a breath, allowing a moment of pause before continuing.
"I'd also like to request that if I am going to do this that your men's guns are swapped out for something equally non-lethal? I don't want to risk someone getting trigger happy, especially with Vera around..."
And throughout this whole thing, he remained standing next to the closed door, rather awkwardly, a bit like a teenager in trouble at school.
There are four knocks on the office door.
"Ah, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have a couple of things I'd like to discuss... ah... if that is... acceptable, anyway..."
The Brig opened the door, looking ready to turn whoever it was away before he saw exactly who It was
“Oh.” His nose scrunched up, and he hummed softly in thought.
“..You aren’t interrupting a thing, dear fellow. Come in.”
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He grinned as he began to clean up his mess, turning to the door as she ran off.
"You're welcome, my dear."
"Sneakers that's my ankle let gO-"
Vera limped into the kitchen. Sneakers was clinging to her ankle, making it very difficult for her to walk normally. She approached the food replicator and the cat finally let go of her ankle, instead beginning to paw at the machine. The young Time Lord gave her feline adversary an unamused glare.
"...Little menace won't let me do anything without making it difficult for me... What did you want to talk about, dad?"
( @veratheforgetful )
He snickered slightly from where he stood at the counter, half finished bowl of some sort of batter on the side, along with a few ingredients scattered about.
"He loves you, that's why."
He paused his mixing for a moment, then turned to her.
"As you know, the Console is... very damaged, I believe the High Council shot... something at us as we were leaving in attempts to prevent us from leaving, but I'd already sent us into flight as it hit, I can't see any other way she would have got so damaged so quickly..."
He sighed, turning back to his bowl, plucking up a tub of cooking cocoa powder.
"The coolant was leaking and I managed to patch it up, however I'm going to need a lot of materials we don't have onboard the TARDIS to build what's needed for the repairs... I've made a list so it's just a matter of putting an order in, but... what I need and the amount of it... that's going to be a very large custom order and it will take a while... I do believe we'll be here for a month at minimum."
He poured some of the cocoa powder into the mix and then stirred it in.
"I have been... offered a job from the Brigadier... it's... he wants me to continue creating plans as I had been... but swapping out anything lethal for non-lethal options... like... glitter bombs instead of real ones, I... accepted, it's... well, I- I need something to do and... it's the only thing I'm really good at, my dear... I was struggling to think of what I wanted to do with... well... anything, I suppose... I had been so... focused on destroying and causing harm and I didn't... I didn't know what I wanted to do and... well..."
He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"It'll... focus everything on something less... destructive... the Brigadier said it would work out as a training exercise for U.N.I.T... he also plans on keeping it a surprise from the Doctor so it'd be like... a prank, I suppose... I... would you like to help? I have a few ideas for non-lethal bombs, but I wanted to make them look as realistic as possible... no use in doing something half-arsed, hm?"
He grinned.
"Glitter, paint, smoke, flash... I was thinking... something like with the Autons? Could be... fun... I'll have to talk about them swapping out their actual guns for something less deadly, a few ideas there, don't want anyone getting trigger happy..."
He rolled his shoulders and glanced at her.
"I was also going to ask him about a legal Earthern identity as well as adopting you, but... they have surnames here, it's odd to not have one, so, I've researched and picked out a few that'd be fine, but I wanted you to have the last say in it."
He slid a piece of paper over on the countertop towards her.
"I looked through the top 250 most common surnames for the area we're in, have a good look think and get back to me about it before I go talk with him later."
The paper had a small list of surnames scrawled out in his handwriting:
Evans
Jones
Taylor
Moss
Marsh
Bell
May
Bird
Reed
Hunt
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He smiled in amusement.
"Of course, in that case, I'd like for you to locate as many metal factories within 100 miles of U.N.I.T, I'll be hiring the building out and I know many won't like that, so I'll need to call them up... and... you had a few drone designs, correct? Maybe brush them off and we'll see if we can't find a place to fit them into this, hm?"
He poured a small amount of salt onto his hand, taking a pinch and adding it to the batter, wiping his hands together to get rid of the remaining salt over the sink.
"Marsh, hm? Ah, of course, of course, fair enough, I'll bring that with me to the Brigadier when I go talk to him later."
He stirred the batter one last time, then dumped it out into a large pan, scraping the sides down and then placing the tin into the oven.
"Chocolate brownies, they'll be ready in about three quarters of an hour, my dear..."
"Sneakers that's my ankle let gO-"
Vera limped into the kitchen. Sneakers was clinging to her ankle, making it very difficult for her to walk normally. She approached the food replicator and the cat finally let go of her ankle, instead beginning to paw at the machine. The young Time Lord gave her feline adversary an unamused glare.
"...Little menace won't let me do anything without making it difficult for me... What did you want to talk about, dad?"
( @veratheforgetful )
He snickered slightly from where he stood at the counter, half finished bowl of some sort of batter on the side, along with a few ingredients scattered about.
"He loves you, that's why."
He paused his mixing for a moment, then turned to her.
"As you know, the Console is... very damaged, I believe the High Council shot... something at us as we were leaving in attempts to prevent us from leaving, but I'd already sent us into flight as it hit, I can't see any other way she would have got so damaged so quickly..."
He sighed, turning back to his bowl, plucking up a tub of cooking cocoa powder.
"The coolant was leaking and I managed to patch it up, however I'm going to need a lot of materials we don't have onboard the TARDIS to build what's needed for the repairs... I've made a list so it's just a matter of putting an order in, but... what I need and the amount of it... that's going to be a very large custom order and it will take a while... I do believe we'll be here for a month at minimum."
He poured some of the cocoa powder into the mix and then stirred it in.
"I have been... offered a job from the Brigadier... it's... he wants me to continue creating plans as I had been... but swapping out anything lethal for non-lethal options... like... glitter bombs instead of real ones, I... accepted, it's... well, I- I need something to do and... it's the only thing I'm really good at, my dear... I was struggling to think of what I wanted to do with... well... anything, I suppose... I had been so... focused on destroying and causing harm and I didn't... I didn't know what I wanted to do and... well..."
He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"It'll... focus everything on something less... destructive... the Brigadier said it would work out as a training exercise for U.N.I.T... he also plans on keeping it a surprise from the Doctor so it'd be like... a prank, I suppose... I... would you like to help? I have a few ideas for non-lethal bombs, but I wanted to make them look as realistic as possible... no use in doing something half-arsed, hm?"
He grinned.
"Glitter, paint, smoke, flash... I was thinking... something like with the Autons? Could be... fun... I'll have to talk about them swapping out their actual guns for something less deadly, a few ideas there, don't want anyone getting trigger happy..."
He rolled his shoulders and glanced at her.
"I was also going to ask him about a legal Earthern identity as well as adopting you, but... they have surnames here, it's odd to not have one, so, I've researched and picked out a few that'd be fine, but I wanted you to have the last say in it."
He slid a piece of paper over on the countertop towards her.
"I looked through the top 250 most common surnames for the area we're in, have a good look think and get back to me about it before I go talk with him later."
The paper had a small list of surnames scrawled out in his handwriting:
Evans
Jones
Taylor
Moss
Marsh
Bell
May
Bird
Reed
Hunt
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"Sneakers that's my ankle let gO-"
Vera limped into the kitchen. Sneakers was clinging to her ankle, making it very difficult for her to walk normally. She approached the food replicator and the cat finally let go of her ankle, instead beginning to paw at the machine. The young Time Lord gave her feline adversary an unamused glare.
"...Little menace won't let me do anything without making it difficult for me... What did you want to talk about, dad?"
( @veratheforgetful )
He snickered slightly from where he stood at the counter, half finished bowl of some sort of batter on the side, along with a few ingredients scattered about.
"He loves you, that's why."
He paused his mixing for a moment, then turned to her.
"As you know, the Console is... very damaged, I believe the High Council shot... something at us as we were leaving in attempts to prevent us from leaving, but I'd already sent us into flight as it hit, I can't see any other way she would have got so damaged so quickly..."
He sighed, turning back to his bowl, plucking up a tub of cooking cocoa powder.
"The coolant was leaking and I managed to patch it up, however I'm going to need a lot of materials we don't have onboard the TARDIS to build what's needed for the repairs... I've made a list so it's just a matter of putting an order in, but... what I need and the amount of it... that's going to be a very large custom order and it will take a while... I do believe we'll be here for a month at minimum."
He poured some of the cocoa powder into the mix and then stirred it in.
"I have been... offered a job from the Brigadier... it's... he wants me to continue creating plans as I had been... but swapping out anything lethal for non-lethal options... like... glitter bombs instead of real ones, I... accepted, it's... well, I- I need something to do and... it's the only thing I'm really good at, my dear... I was struggling to think of what I wanted to do with... well... anything, I suppose... I had been so... focused on destroying and causing harm and I didn't... I didn't know what I wanted to do and... well..."
He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"It'll... focus everything on something less... destructive... the Brigadier said it would work out as a training exercise for U.N.I.T... he also plans on keeping it a surprise from the Doctor so it'd be like... a prank, I suppose... I... would you like to help? I have a few ideas for non-lethal bombs, but I wanted to make them look as realistic as possible... no use in doing something half-arsed, hm?"
He grinned.
"Glitter, paint, smoke, flash... I was thinking... something like with the Autons? Could be... fun... I'll have to talk about them swapping out their actual guns for something less deadly, a few ideas there, don't want anyone getting trigger happy..."
He rolled his shoulders and glanced at her.
"I was also going to ask him about a legal Earthern identity as well as adopting you, but... they have surnames here, it's odd to not have one, so, I've researched and picked out a few that'd be fine, but I wanted you to have the last say in it."
He slid a piece of paper over on the countertop towards her.
"I looked through the top 250 most common surnames for the area we're in, have a good look think and get back to me about it before I go talk with him later."
The paper had a small list of surnames scrawled out in his handwriting:
Evans
Jones
Taylor
Moss
Marsh
Bell
May
Bird
Reed
Hunt
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Leak was sorted last night, items I'll need to make repairs listed... this is going to take a long while to get everything ordered, built, and then put into place...
...
... Well, hm... actually...
Pipes, pipes, so many pipes... Ra-
...
The coolant is leaking...
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Pipes, pipes, so many pipes... Ra-
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The coolant is leaking...
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I'm not sure, my dear, I'd ask, but I'm currently making note of exactly what I'll need in order to repair the Console... I've got a good idea of what's going on but... we're going to be here longer than anticipated...
... Perhaps you could ask?
You're never gonna believe this, but there's a spot HERE ON EARTH THAT LEAKS ARTRON ENERGY!! It's in Cardiff! We're all set for fuel!!
( @veratheforgetful )
... There is? That's... incredibly fascinating, actually... might have to go and have a look in-person... hm...
A natural hotspot for fuel right here on Earth...
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The damage is worse than I thought, there's disconnected pipes and wires... knocked loose inside the walls and the ceiling, knocked that bit of rebar loose and could very easily go again, this is going to take... a while to sort out...
... She now exits with a door next to the Console room instead of through the Console room itself, which is good, that's... at least no-one will be going through it for any reason... far too dangerous...
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You're never gonna believe this, but there's a spot HERE ON EARTH THAT LEAKS ARTRON ENERGY!! It's in Cardiff! We're all set for fuel!!
( @veratheforgetful )
... There is? That's... incredibly fascinating, actually... might have to go and have a look in-person... hm...
A natural hotspot for fuel right here on Earth...
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Alright, that's his lab cleaned up, and my TARDIS the right way up... let's take a look at the damage and re-configure so she exits from the hallway...
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I'll see, my dear, I'll see, I have to go through and take in the damages anyway once I'm done helping to clean this lab up... with how loose it was and how quick it was to come down on me, that suggests there's a deeper problem that needs looking at...
Vera, my dear, just a heads up that we're going to be stuck here for a little while... the damages to the console room need major repairs before it's safe to fly again... I am very sorry about that, I know you enjoy our travels...
It's okay, I figured that'd be the case... Anything I can do to help?
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Sorry, my dear, I don't want to risk it, not with just how close I was to regeneratin from it...
Vera, my dear, just a heads up that we're going to be stuck here for a little while... the damages to the console room need major repairs before it's safe to fly again... I am very sorry about that, I know you enjoy our travels...
It's okay, I figured that'd be the case... Anything I can do to help?
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Vera, please do not spend an extended period of time in the Console room, I do not know how stable the ceiling is, I will sort it out once I get back in...
If... if you must do something, please check on the engine room to see if she's managed to pick up a new fuel source, and if she hasn't please work her through finding one... there's a manual for it near the entrance of the room, just... the Console room isn't stable right now...
Vera, my dear, just a heads up that we're going to be stuck here for a little while... the damages to the console room need major repairs before it's safe to fly again... I am very sorry about that, I know you enjoy our travels...
It's okay, I figured that'd be the case... Anything I can do to help?
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