Last week my wonderful new
Captain Jack Harkness action figure came in the mail. (Don't ask what the postage cost. Just don't. It was worth it.)
I was thrilled, of course, and I took it up to show
maaseru. But as I was knocking on her door, Jack dropped his Webley. It may be hard to tell scale in the picture, but that little gun is only about one centimetre long. It disappeared on the carpet.
So I left Captain Jack with
maaseru, and borrowed her flashlight, and started hunting on the hallway carpet for the gun.
A young man came out of the apartment next door, and asked what I was looking for. "A plastic gun," I said, and did my best to describe it. So he's down on his hands and knees looking for it, and I'm waving around the light, and who'd have though a gun one cm long could hide so well?
Eventually we found it, and it is now taped to the plinth that Jack stands on. It looks to me like a little plastic stand with the Torchwood logo on it, but the packaging calls it a 'plinth'.
maaseru, always precise in her English usage, looked at it in disgust: "That is not a plinth."
Jack is a little larger than my action figures of Ten and Martha and DW Jack, so he looms beside them in my bathroom, awaiting a Doctor of suitable size to be posed with. Symbolically suitable, now I think of it.