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trans_92010-06-19 01:01 am
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Suitable Distractions [open]
It was late afternoon, almost sunset on the tropical planet of Zokez II, the cloudless sky mellowing with hints of gold and mauve, the tide receding as much as possible with the gravitational equivalent of an extra moon now in orbit; most of the tidier shops were closing for the day, the stalls had long since packed up and headed inland, but across the street and deep into the square the Doctor spotted neon lights and flickering signs leading to shady corners and seedy taverns, where the late night crowd was beginning to gather in much tighter packs than the general mass of afternoon. This left plenty of open pathways, so long as one stuck to the right circles (and consequently didn’t plan on going anywhere in particular)—pathways which the Doctor was taking full advantage of in the face of yet another sleepless night.
Surely he was disappointed by recent events, yes, perhaps even more so by the idea that this time he was enclosed, this adventure he would have to play out in a normal, linear fashion, taking the path too well trodden by the more boring members of the universe not able to hop through the fourth dimension, as it were. But, as with what usually occurs with this incarnation, a chance for exploration and adventure quickly drowned out his worries, replacing them with youthful enthusiasm and breathless exclamations to random passerby.
Oh, and shopping. There was shopping involved.
Seeing as the TARDIS, though present, was currently inaccessible, the Doctor took it upon himself to gather some necessary supplies and what luxuries he could afford with his ‘pocket change’. Said pocket change went quite a long way, actually; the Doctor found that he was not only able to purchase more than enough electronic devices to keep him occupied for at least another month, if not more should Engineering provide him with a steady supply of parts to tinker with, but he was also even able to look around for some clothes in a vain attempt to rebuild his usual outfit. Now obviously there were stores with striped slacks and long-sleeved jumpers and whatnot, but in the end they all fell short of the Doctor’s expectations, and he ended up leaving with only a simple white dress shirt (he was lucky to find one with a red interior, but alas, no question marks upon the collar) and a pair of plimsolls. Well, those and a far more precious prize.
A casual pass into a sporting goods store—perhaps in the hopes of finding a more substantial uniform—had the Doctor come across a surprisingly well-made cricket bat, brand new and heftily priced. It took the rest of his allowance and quite a bit of bartering to obtain it, but it was definitely a worthwhile acquisition. Even if he was able to get into the TARDIS, that old bat rotting away in there hadn’t been oiled in several centuries and would probably break in half if it was ever used in any serious competition. This was for the best, yeah?
So now, strolling along the deserted pathway, a small bottle of linseed oil and a dirty handkerchief poking out of his coat pocket, the Doctor was busily tapping away at his prize with a bat mallet and a placid smile on his face. He might’ve been humming, but it was difficult to tell over the rhythmic pounding of willow wood and the background chatter of alien gulls. He was, all in all, extremely happy with himself, this new development, and with being able to completely forget that the rest of the world existed.
Perhaps someone should come remind him that noisily knocking in a cricket bat is not the most efficient way to escape the outside world, as the outside world will often be curious enough to investigate such racket in one form or another.
Surely he was disappointed by recent events, yes, perhaps even more so by the idea that this time he was enclosed, this adventure he would have to play out in a normal, linear fashion, taking the path too well trodden by the more boring members of the universe not able to hop through the fourth dimension, as it were. But, as with what usually occurs with this incarnation, a chance for exploration and adventure quickly drowned out his worries, replacing them with youthful enthusiasm and breathless exclamations to random passerby.
Oh, and shopping. There was shopping involved.
Seeing as the TARDIS, though present, was currently inaccessible, the Doctor took it upon himself to gather some necessary supplies and what luxuries he could afford with his ‘pocket change’. Said pocket change went quite a long way, actually; the Doctor found that he was not only able to purchase more than enough electronic devices to keep him occupied for at least another month, if not more should Engineering provide him with a steady supply of parts to tinker with, but he was also even able to look around for some clothes in a vain attempt to rebuild his usual outfit. Now obviously there were stores with striped slacks and long-sleeved jumpers and whatnot, but in the end they all fell short of the Doctor’s expectations, and he ended up leaving with only a simple white dress shirt (he was lucky to find one with a red interior, but alas, no question marks upon the collar) and a pair of plimsolls. Well, those and a far more precious prize.
A casual pass into a sporting goods store—perhaps in the hopes of finding a more substantial uniform—had the Doctor come across a surprisingly well-made cricket bat, brand new and heftily priced. It took the rest of his allowance and quite a bit of bartering to obtain it, but it was definitely a worthwhile acquisition. Even if he was able to get into the TARDIS, that old bat rotting away in there hadn’t been oiled in several centuries and would probably break in half if it was ever used in any serious competition. This was for the best, yeah?
So now, strolling along the deserted pathway, a small bottle of linseed oil and a dirty handkerchief poking out of his coat pocket, the Doctor was busily tapping away at his prize with a bat mallet and a placid smile on his face. He might’ve been humming, but it was difficult to tell over the rhythmic pounding of willow wood and the background chatter of alien gulls. He was, all in all, extremely happy with himself, this new development, and with being able to completely forget that the rest of the world existed.
Perhaps someone should come remind him that noisily knocking in a cricket bat is not the most efficient way to escape the outside world, as the outside world will often be curious enough to investigate such racket in one form or another.
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And, to tell the truth, the prospect of having his later incarnation also consider those same options (and act upon them in a similar fashion) hadn’t crossed his mind until Jamie brought it up.
This understandably made him very worried.
“—Well, yes,” he began, giving the space in front of him a pained look, “Billy has already invited me to look around Engineering, and it would be quite useful if I got to know all of the various departments and their current projects. As for the other me…”
The Doctor paused, flicking the cricket ball up in the air and capturing it with his free hand, thereafter stuffing it back in the pocket whence it came.
“…I’m sure he has similar—if not the same—plans; but, considering that we’ve managed to avoid creating any major paradoxes by being in the same place and time so far, working with him shouldn’t be too much of a problem.” He winced, as if he’d failed to convince himself that this was true. “—At any rate we can request separate projects.”
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"Aye, there's a lot either one of ye can do in Engineering. Oh! I've not mentioned yet. Billy and Kaylee have been teaching me somewhat about repair, so ye may see me down there."
Granted, it's pretty much some very simple basics, but Five doesn't know that, and Jamie doesn't clarify immediately. Watching the cricket ball being tossed in the air instead, Jamie points, and opens his mouth - about to ask if he can take a look at it - when the ball is unceremoniously stuffed back in Five's pocket. There's a fleeting look of disappointment that is quickly turned into a slightly skeptical expression.
"Too much of a problem? Oh, aye," he comments dryly. "Ye weren't even able to look for the TARDIS without it turning into a bit of a stramash."
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If the Doctor was wearing his new shoes he would’ve tripped over them; instead he kind of half-stumbled, flipping around to give Jamie an incredulous look as if he was the cause for his misstep, but the real meaning of that crinkled brow and squinted eyes was obvious. Jamie? Doing repair in Engineering?
No way. “…Jamie, what exactly does ‘repair work’ entail in your case?”
Of course the tables of skepticism turned against him several moments later. The Doctor huffed, frowning pointedly, though the expression could hardly be taken seriously. It usually wasn’t.
“—Talking to oneself is a sign of insanity,” he quoted matter-of-factly, folding his arms with the cricket bat cradled in the center, “You can’t hardly blame us for getting exasperated with one another.”
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There's a rather baffled blinking at that reaction, as Jamie really has no idea why the Doctor would be so surprised by the his revelation. He did say Billy and Kaylee were teaching him, after all. Jamie just assumed the Doctor would figure that he's not exactly at a point where he can do reactor repairs or the like.
"Kaylee showed me how to fix frayed wires, since I've seen ye do that a lot of times. They have me do that, and sometimes I hand them things they need."
Which really isn't much more than what he used to do to for the Doctor. How often was it 'Hand me this, Jamie', or 'Press these buttons when I tell you to, Jamie', anyway?
"Why, what did ye think I did?"
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In conclusion, Five’s reaction had nothing to do with his mun’s distracted day at work and the consequent derpiness of all the posts she typed during this time.On the other hand, though, there was a chance that Jamie was not at all interested in working on repairing frayed wires and holding tools. Perhaps he was simply finding a familiar way to occupy himself while on the ship, and found that the techs in Engineering were close enough Doctor-substitutes. Or perhaps it was a bit more specific than that; perhaps it only had to do with the person Jamie had mentioned just a few seconds ago.
The Doctor deliberately—and quite gracelessly—changed the subject. “—So have you been getting these lessons from Kaylee for a while?”
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Apparently, distracted days at work appear to have been a common thing as this mun honestly hadn't even noticed any derpiness."A wee bit," he says, not at all fussed about the subject change. Non-answers to his questions aren't anything new. "When she got hurt during that Nightmare King business, she wasn't able to use her arm, so I offered to help."
Granted, this had started out as a rather impulsive, slightly-fueled-by-ale type of offer, but Jamie had made the decision to honor it anyway, in part because she really did need the help. However...there may have been some other motivating factors. It's not quite the same as it was for Victoria, but she does trigger a lot of his more protective instincts. There may be a little bit of attraction there, as well. He doesn't bother to try and hide any of these.
It's not the sole reason he's taken on those lessons, though. "But it's not just her, like I said, aye? Billy does help as well. Oh! Ye should ask him to show ye the RadBug sometime. It's a flying car that he built."
Engineering, after all, is one of the better places to see all sorts of interesting objects and inventions, even if Jamie has no clue about how half of them work.