And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me...

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

Any other day, maybe, the Doctor might be wandering the ship, looking for something interesting to pull apart or poke his nose into. He still hasn't had a chance to inspect the brain of the ship, after all, and there's that great big city he'd like to explore as well...

But right now, he'd rather not. He's tired and annoyed, and any place he could wander, it wouldn't be far enough. So instead, the Doctor has sprawled on his back, halfway upside down, on one of the couches on the Obs Deck. It seemed as good a place as any to sit still for a while - maybe not the place to go if he wanted to be alone, but he'll take company over quiet just now.

He doesn't actually seem to be paying attention to anyone who might be in the room, though. Instead, he's playing with an unidentifiable bit of patched-together technology - it's got buttons and flashy lights and a little dish and there is absolutely no outward indication of what it actually does. It's... entirely possible it's not meant to do anything, at least at the moment; he just wanted something to do with his hands, though someone to talk to (or talk at) would undoubtedly be a better distraction.

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Forgive my lack of monkey icon

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

Said distraction would appear first as a green monkey watching the dish curiously as the Doctor fiddled.

"ook?"

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor glances up, blinking momentarily in surprise - not so much at the monkey itself as at the fact that it's green. But he moves past that quickly, and grins. Being small and furry (and not a cat) is one surefire way of getting a smile out of the Doctor.

"Well, hello there..."

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

The Monkey chattered away in it's excitable squeaky gibberish and scurried along the edge of the sofa to get a better look at the funny device before looking back at The Doctor and waving.

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke had been on his way for a daily dose of glop--despite having fresh foodstuffs on the Shadow, the mess hall was a good place to meet people, and Luke was intent on checking in with all his friends and various family members to make sure they were all right. That, and mulling over events with a mouthful of goo had become something of a common occurrence for the Grand Master.

He paused, though, seeing the man playing with the whatever-it-was on the couch. He looked bored, and, curious (about the man and the tech), Luke made his way over.

"Hello there," he greeted, sitting on a couch opposite. "What's that?"

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor glances over, without moving from his position sprawled on his back, and eyes the man curiously before he answers, "Well, it's a thing!" Obviously. Explanation is not this Doctor's strong point. "Probably useless here on the ship, but there's no reason it can't be... repurposed..."

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke looked at the 'thing' even more curiously. It wasn't closely analogous to anything he knew, but he wouldn't mind taking it apart and figuring what it was. "What does it do?"

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"That looks useful," Ben noted, flopping into one of the squashy chairs with a tray full of nutri-goo.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Used to be useful," the Doctor corrects absently, glancing over to the boy with a faint smile. "Was once... useful. Not so sure anymore."

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"What did it do before?"

[dis-courageous.livejournal.com]

"What's that?"

Hello, Doctor, have a little Komali peering st you from excessively short range. How in the world he snuck up to the couch so quietly is another matter- a mystery for the ages.

"It looks neat," He continued, blinking enormous red eyes up at the device, "Can I touch it?"

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor hadn't noticed Komali until he spoke. He starts, twisting around abruptly until he's mostly upright... and then makes every effort to pretend he wasn't just startled by a small child.

"Hello there! I, uh... 'course you can!" Which is not what he'd say to everyone, but... well. Komali's a child-shaped thing, and the Doctor's pretty fond of those. He holds the little device out for inspection. "It's just... something I happened to have in my pockets."

There are a lot of things he 'happens to have in his pockets'. It helps that they're bigger on the inside.

[dis-courageous.livejournal.com]

"It's too big for a pocket," Komali objected, but took the doo-dad cheerfully in hand, turning it over to look at it from various angles, for all the world like a dignified judge looking over an entry in a dog show for flaws.

"It's very nice," He pronounced, solemnly, in a way that implied he was patronizing the Doctor, "Does it do anything?"

[godbydefinition.livejournal.com]

Ba'al, to a point, was still nursing his wounds - so to speak. Physically there was little (and what there was was healing at a fairly rapid rate, thanks to his biology), but he too was quite annoyed by everything. His pride had taken a slight shot from recent events, but also he felt there was much incompetence - and too little known for certain. Surely, the crew would have to improve greatly before they next faced such a force.

If it weren't for such moods (and perhaps a small amount of boredom) Ba'al would never have set food on the Obs Deck again. He had avoided it, mostly because it was a place of gathering, by nature. He felt it necessary to branch out and make connections, but he hardly enjoyed being in large crowds of people. Fortunately, it was not terribly crowded that day.

The man on one couch did, however, catch his attention; Ba'al was unfamiliar with him, and he was handling some piece of alien technology (which he could not, for the life of him, identify). He stood not far away, hands folded behind his back (which now had a suit over top of the plantsuit), watching him for a moment, before he spoke up.

"Keeping yourself busy?"

((ooc: and I finally tagged you somewhere!))

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor had noticed the man in the suit out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn't actually pay him any mind until he speaks. Glancing up, the Doctor snorts softly, not quite a laugh, and answers, "This isn't busy. This is bored. And... some other things, but mostly bored."

[godbydefinition.livejournal.com]

Ba'al nodded at that, giving something of a laugh - and it was genuine enough, too. "I suppose that is a burden we must all face," he replied. As he spoke, he moved his hands from behind his back, attempting to adopt a more relaxed pose. "There is only so much to do with our time, here. It is best not to spend it worrying."

((ooc: it's fine! :) No rush. I can be a slow tagger sometimes, anyway.))

[modelscientist.livejournal.com]

Mordin Solus had come to the Obs Deck, as he had formed a habit of doing, to stare out at the Bleed and do a bit of thinking. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the fellow who called himself the Doctor was here and edged his way towards the man, intent on making some small conversation.

"Seems you've found something to occupy your time, Doctor."

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Mordin! Hello!" The Doctor twists around so he's actually sitting upright on the couch, leaving room if Mordin would like to sit. "And... well, I suppose I have, but only just. Have you noticed time moves very slowly on this ship?"

Maybe that's only from the perspective of a time traveller. The Doctor's not a fan of linear time.

[robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com]

John wandered up to the Obs Deck, and looked around at the people there today. Normally when he visited it was empty. Still he had to start showing his face at some point. If the crew thought he was a little less paranoid maybe he could finally get some information out of them. He stared at the man on the couch wondering just what it was that he was messing with. It didn't look like it could actually do anything. Strange, but then maybe it wasn't complete yet.

Moving over to the window he gazed out at the void of space, and thought. There was a lot he'd learned about the Ohm during the battle, and he was still sorting through it all looking for a weakness. Something he could exploit. Not just on a strategic level, but also on the tactical. It wouldn't do him any good to be able to cut off their communications if he couldn't take out a simple grunt.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor can't help but notice someone staring at him - the back of his neck prickles, instinctively, and even if the man isn't looking anymore by the time the Doctor looks up, he can more or less guess who it was.

Not someone he recognises, even in passing. And judging by the look of him, one of those military types - this ship has plenty of those, after all. Wonderful. The Doctor eyes him for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the object in his hands. He's much more comfortable with technology than surly soldier types anyway.

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie wanders onto the Obs Deck, looking vaguely grumpy. He's still under orders to take it easy, so he's finding himself growing bored more easily than normal. He has his practice chanter with him. If he can't go clambering up on rooftops in the city to play his pipes, he'll just have to settle for the next best thing. Once he gets there, however, he spots a familiar form on one of the couches, and his face breaks into a bit of a smile.

"Doctor!" Pleased to see him, he changes course so he can go over and pester the Time Lord. That's much more interesting than practicing, anyway. Once he gets closer, he spots the whatever it is the Doctor's playing with, and reaches out a curious finger to poke at the dish.

"Hey, what did ye come up with now?"

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Jamie!" the Doctor says brightly, tipping his head back so he's looking up at Jamie almost completely upside down. He moves the device just out of Jamie's reach as he moves to touch it, smirking a little - he kind of expected that would happen.

"Don't touch it, it's delicate. Ish."

Okay, he's been keeping it in his pocket for months at least, and anything he carries with him tends to get banged around a lot, so it can't be that delicate, but he's touchy sometimes. He grins anyway, though, happy to have someone curious about what he's doing, and levers himself back to an upright position on the couch.

"I built this to find holes in space and time, not so long ago. Not the big gaping permanent ones, though... it does those too, but I built it to find the little ones that crop up here and there, drag people or things through and then close forever. Happens more often than you'd think. Anyway, this thing picks up on Vortex energy, Void stuff, all the energy signatures those sorts of holes give off. Worked perfectly, but here on the ship..."

He switches it on, and immediately, every light on the thing starts flashing, it starts beeping annoyingly, and the dish on the top starts spinning around frantically. The Doctor lets that go on for a moment before he switches it off with a wry smile.

"It's a bit useless. I'll have to find something new to do with it."

[sanguineroyal.livejournal.com]

After introducing Ed and Katara to her sword technique Nanashi decided to wander the ship, wearing her sunglasses. She was so happy that she had sent them to the ship, not needing them to fight in the middle of the night.

That meant that they had returned safely to the ship.

Still, enjoying being able to familiarize herself with the ship better now that she could see, was not enough to distract her from the sound of the beat of two hearts in one body.

The Doctor must be in the room. She enjoyed her banter with him, even if last time she had met him, he had awoken her with that irritating sound. However, looking around, she did not see the Doctor. Just the general body of the ship wandering through the decks.

Eyes failing her, Nanashi used her ears, and discovered a peculiar man playing with some flashing disc had the same heartbeat as The Doctor.

How odd.

Nanashi walked towards The Doctor- The Tenth Doctor that is- and sat down on the nearest bench to the Doctor, leaning towards him. Her introduction to the last odd man with two hearts had gone rather interestingly. Time to experiment!

With the exact same politely inquisitive smile, Nanashi asked the exact same thing she had asked the other man with two hearts, "Excuse me little one, but you are not quite human, are you?"

She wondered if they were from the same world, the same species. She also wondered if the quirkiness was a cultural thing, or if this man would react completely differently.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor blinks in surprise for a moment and then swings himself upright, turning to face the woman who'd spoken.

"Little one," he repeats, sounding deeply amused. "Oh, it's been a very long time since anyone's called me that. And no, I'm not human, but I do a very good impression."

He tucks his device back into his pocket and leans forward, studying her face for a moment before he goes on, "And neither are you. Are you?" No, he's not actually sure about that, but most humans can't tell what he is - or, rather, what he isn't - right off. It seems a pretty safe guess.

Annoyed Doctor? Prepare to be more annoyed!

[watchwith3hands.livejournal.com]

Rei kind of loved the Obs Deck. He'd never been in space before waking up on Stacy (though he'd always wanted to - it was just a bit difficult when all space travel off the planet required either top physical health and science degrees or a passport and clearance, depending on the time period, and he had none of that) and he'd come to like the strange calm that watching outer space fly by gave him. It was a nice place to come and thinking, and maybe quote a little Star Trek just for the heck of it.

He was sitting on one of the squishy couches, legs up on the cushions and taking up the whole thing. He wasn't really doing anything, just thinking. As he did so, he played with a plain gold fob watch. It looked like just any other watch when it was closed, but the look he gave it and the reverence he treated it with was a clear indicator that it wasn't just a normal watch.

He'd gone a pretty long while sitting there, not noticing the Doctor. What got him to finally look up and see the annoying time traveler he didn't know. But as soon as he did, he groaned. He hadn't realized he'd done so aloud, though.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor had noticed the anomaly in the room - he couldn't help but notice, the way it grated on his time-sense - but he'd been nice enough to ignore it for the most part. That loud groan got his attention, though, and he glances over with an exasperated sigh and a pointed glare.

"Oh, really. Stop it, that's... completely unnecessary." He at least had the good grace to be civil. If by 'civil', you mean 'ignoring Rei entirely', anyway.