Lemondrop Lab [OTA, tag all interested in the Doctor's wanted ad]

[5th_doctor]

Encouraged by the replies to his request for assistance, the Doctor had transferred equipment from the TARDIS laboratory to his workspace at Lemondrop Lab. A centralized location for this project seemed much easier on potential assistants than bringing them all into the TARDIS, where he'd have to waste too much time giving directions to the main

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[mayko_knows]

She had been planning to come to Lemondrop Lab to visit Glitch, but she did have a bit of work to do first. She stepped into the main lab area and glanced around for anyone who might be able to help her find the doctor. It would be just her luck that she'd approach the wrong person, though.

"Hello? I'm looking for the doctor...?"

[5th_doctor]

An eager grin spread across his face. "You've found him," he said, a dash of amusement in his voice as he held out his hand. "How do you do?"

[mayko_knows]

She took his hand and shook it firmly.

"I do pretty well lately, thanks. I'm Mayko Tran." Just so that he knew who he was speaking to -- it was probable that more than one person had replied to his ad, after all.

[5th_doctor]

"Yes, I recall your message. Pleasure to meet you, Mayko! Now, um..." he spun around in place, taking quick assessment of the area before pointing out two stools set near a workbench.

"Please, have a seat. We've much to discuss. You say you've prior laboratory experience?"

[english_jewel]

I have never been in a laboratory, but the notice that had been sent out was quite intriguing and I decided it could not hurt to check it out. I was still a bit peaky after having been used by that terrible Freddy man, but work was the best way to push it from my mind.

"I thought perhaps I could help?" I asked nervously, looking around the laboratory.

[5th_doctor]

He was in the middle of cleaning the dust off a small circuit board when he heard someone in the lab. Abandoning the task for later, he approached the new arrival.

"Yes, perhaps you might at that," he said, sizing her up. "And what about the position has sparked your interest the most?" He paused, his mind backtracking. "So sorry. Manners. Also, I haven't had the need to interview for an assistant since, well, since never. Still unused to it." He held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm the Doctor. And you are...?"

[english_jewel]

"Gemma Doyle," I said dutifully, trying to remember all the lessons instilled in me by Spence. I was never terribly obedient but I did want to try.

"I suppose my interest lies in the laboratory itself. I've never had any experience with the sciences. They don't teach them to us at Spence since it's utterly unnecessary for a lord's wife to know mathematics."

[5th_doctor]

"Pleasure to meet you Gemma. Or is it Miss Doyle? Which do you prefer?"

He rolled his eyes, not at Gemma herself but at her situation. "Terrible pity to not allow the study of science on the sole basis of one's gender and expected social rank. 'Spence', that is an educational institution? What did you study there if not mathmatics?"

[faramir_hurin]

The Doctor said to come to his lab to speak more with him about his research so I'm here. The lab is next door to a place called McKay Electronic Repair. So it was Dr. McKay that I've seen. It is not as though we were friends on the island, though we did end up comfortable enough with each other. But this is not that Dr. McKay and I remember my first meeting with the other. Some other time when I'm not busy, perhaps.

Even after all I've seen, I have not seen anything like this lab. It's interesting already and I've only just arrived. I go to where the Doctor is and wait until he knows I'm here.

[5th_doctor]

Nestled in the crook of the Doctor's elbow was something that resembled an overlarge light bulb, and he was in the middle of wrapping a length of string continuously around it when he noticed someone else in the lab.

"Faramir! Good to see you again, old boy. Umm...could I entreat you to hang onto this for me?" He held the fragile object out towards Faramir. "And please don't allow the string to unravel."

[faramir_hurin]

I'm not sure how I feel about being called old boy by someone who I know is hundreds of years old. He doesn't mean it as an insult, so I let it pass and come forward to take the strange item in my hands--and being careful about the string.

"Done." I have no idea what he's doing but I can wait until he's done with it--being able to follow instructions without question and all.

[5th_doctor]

"Good. Excellent! Thank you." He spun around swiftly and stretched across a nearby workbench, snatching a long, thin pen-like device in his fingers. His thumb slid a switch on the device, which began to emanate a high-pitched hum.

"Laser scalpel," he explained, easing the tiny glowing blade ever closer to the excess end of string. "Very handy little tool. Please keep still, Faramir. The laser can't discern between braided fibers and flesh." Which was only because he had an earlier model without the built-in safety features, the curse of all early adopters of new technology.

The blade touched the string with a zap, a small length of string falling to the floor. "And now," the Doctor murmured, reseting the switch on the scalpel, "Soldering mode." The hum lowered in pitch as the Doctor took the recently cut end of string and attached it to the metal end of the bulb.

"Feeling well so far, Faramir?"