The Mission to Retrieve the Melting Clock

[cityship]

Once again, Stacy was in orbit around XaXing - but this time, the crew weren't going to get a shore leave. Only three crewmembers would set foot on the planet this time around, and they had a mission to do.

Return to the clock stall, and get the Melting Clock - by any means necessary.

[[ooc: Closed to Tim, Eleven, and Wilma]]

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[battorch]

Great. Of course this wasn't going to be made any easier for them. He held back the frustrated sigh, glancing at the Doctor, eyes narrow under the lenses of his mask. Will had already asked the obvious question, but he didn't feel that it was an appropriate time for questioning his past actions. Of course, they were clearly causing a problem in the present. But there was nothing that could be done about that now.

"There's no need for drastic action," Tim said hastily, stepping toward the (literally) monstrous security. "Regardless of how he behaved earlier, he is now with us," a gesture at Will with one hand, while the other moved very carefully closer to his utility belt. Just in case. "On official business for the Transmigration 9. We won't cause you any trouble-- we only wish to cooperate." But that wasn't looking likely any more. Hopefully if this did come to a more forceful retrieval it wouldn't take much more than a distraction and a hasty retreat.

[makeherblue]

The Doctor held up his hands, backing away from the grandfather clock because it looked just about the right size for a Bjorn the Unspeakable club.

Speaking of which, that name was utter rubbish.

"You know -- in case anyone hasn't ever told you -- that name is a bit ridiculous, don't you think? It's not exactly unspeakable if we can all say it, you know. And even if it was, what can they call you then? Right, that's probably not helping things..." The Doctor trailed off in mid-ramble, his hands spread in surrender (at least he hadn't thrown them over his head. Yet.)

The Doctor continued to back away from the grandfather clock and hopefully away from the temptation for Bjorn the Not-Quite-So-Unspeakable to use the clock as a club. He continued to back away past Will and Tim toward the door. In case Bjorn took a swing at him, he didn't want to risk the other two getting a clock chucked at their heads. Will had the wings to probably fly out of the way, but to be completely honest, the Doctor wasn't quite sure about Tim's depth perception what with that mask of his. The Doctor stopped by the door, frowning at the shopkeeper railing at him and unable to resist the urge to explain his point of view, even with Bjorn In Desperate Need of An Unspeakable Name hovering over him like a great big, much more impressive than his name shadow.

"I told him I was a Stuff Inspector, which was true in that I was inspecting stuff. And things. Bit of a Renaissance Man, really."

The Doctor stayed by the door, unable to get closer to the Melting Clock without risking the mission. This was where it was on Will and Tim for now, the Doctor now frowning up at Bjorn's ten feet of Speakableness and wanting desperately to give him some name tips. Trust him, he could probably give Bjorn loads and loads of better names so he could properly make lifeforms quake in their shoes.