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The Bookworm Strikes Again (open)
Who: Barbara and Anyone
Where: The Media Library and possible roaming
Summary: Research, tea, discussion and all that jazz. Feel free to simply come and bug her.
Warnings: None
After watching the Daligig slaughter the previous crew twice, Barbara went in search of any kind of material on the Daligig, Stacey, pod-popping and the crews which had traveled on Stacey. She didn't expect to find much more than what GLaDOS had told her but it was worth a look. Especially with all this talk of rebellion and distrust.
So, in a corner of the Media Library Barbara sat with piles books, stacks of visual recordings and audio recordings, plus pot of tea which had been sitting empty for a while. She was lost in her own world, memorising what she could and trying to gain a better picture of the ship, the war and everything else which could be considered relevant.
Where: The Media Library and possible roaming
Summary: Research, tea, discussion and all that jazz. Feel free to simply come and bug her.
Warnings: None
After watching the Daligig slaughter the previous crew twice, Barbara went in search of any kind of material on the Daligig, Stacey, pod-popping and the crews which had traveled on Stacey. She didn't expect to find much more than what GLaDOS had told her but it was worth a look. Especially with all this talk of rebellion and distrust.
So, in a corner of the Media Library Barbara sat with piles books, stacks of visual recordings and audio recordings, plus pot of tea which had been sitting empty for a while. She was lost in her own world, memorising what she could and trying to gain a better picture of the ship, the war and everything else which could be considered relevant.
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"I think I saw your door nearby," because the corridor was long. "Here!" she said triumphantly, tapping the nameplate which was drilled into the surface, and waited excitedly for Ian. It was his room, he should do the honours of opening the door.
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"I had no idea he'd kept all this lot here."
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He looked around at the table by the bed, which held a couple of books and the empty wine container that he'd swiped from the Roman villa. "I don't need any of this stuff."
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"I don't recognise half the things in here," her voice was a little muffled from being in amongst the clothing. "What's this?" she pulled out a hat and placed it backwards on his head, at a fetching angle. "When did you visit the 17th century? Did you rub shoulders with king James or Guy Fawkes?" Barbara chuckled and ducked back into the wardrobe.
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((OOC: Since she has her hands full I'm working on the assumption that she's put the ring box down.))
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((Well, I've sorted through my drawers with skin lotion in my hand before, I was thinking of that for Barbara. But I was going to have her put the box down soon, anyway. So this is fine:) ))
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"Planning on keeping the sword?" he asked with a grin, once he'd finished.
((OOC: It's been a while since I read the book and don't remember enough to have Ian describe it :) ))
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((That's fine...I'm actually struggling for things she could find :S))
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She held it up and carefully lifted the lid. The box looked a little loved, she didn't want to rip the lid from its hinges. Barbara expected something lovely inside; an elegant band with colourful stones arranged in some kind of pattern but when she found it nothing, she was surprised at how disappointed she was.
"It's empty," she frowned with sagging shoulders. "Why would I have an empty ring box?" It didn't make any sense to her
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"Perhaps it's somewhere else on the TARDIS. Maybe you kept the ring somewhere else and only the box in your room."
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She reached across Ian to put the little box on the stand by his bed, "I can't even remember what the ring looked like, so it hardly matters. I'll leave the box here seeming as you remember."
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