Welcome to the Kiddie Korral.
Who: The Fifth Doctor and open!
What: IMAGINATION STATION! (yes, I once went to a day care center called that. STFU)
Where: The gymnasium!
When: Officially, the 2 hours prior to lunch and 1 hour prior to dinner, but pretty much any time, really!
Warnings: ...paint fights? Tantrums? Who knows!
It was a bit of a task, gathering everything properly on such short notice. But then, he was the Doctor. If he could save Earth with a cricket ball, he could most certainly manage a room full of children and art supplies. He was more worried about the books, actually.
He'd set up a few tables in one section, one with different types of paint, paper and brushes, one with pencils, pens, markers and more paper, and one with various odds, ends, clay and glue for impromptu scultpure. Another, much smaller table was lined with various books for various age groups- most of the titles from Earth, by memory of Peri's favourites, as Tegan had never been much of one for reading. There were chairs littered all about the area, a stray mattress and blanket (from his cabin, in fact) in the event of surprise napping, and two or three plush toys he'd been rather surprised to find in the TARDIS wardrobe, though none of them look like any Earth creatures he'd ever known of.
What: IMAGINATION STATION! (yes, I once went to a day care center called that. STFU)
Where: The gymnasium!
When: Officially, the 2 hours prior to lunch and 1 hour prior to dinner, but pretty much any time, really!
Warnings: ...paint fights? Tantrums? Who knows!
It was a bit of a task, gathering everything properly on such short notice. But then, he was the Doctor. If he could save Earth with a cricket ball, he could most certainly manage a room full of children and art supplies. He was more worried about the books, actually.
He'd set up a few tables in one section, one with different types of paint, paper and brushes, one with pencils, pens, markers and more paper, and one with various odds, ends, clay and glue for impromptu scultpure. Another, much smaller table was lined with various books for various age groups- most of the titles from Earth, by memory of Peri's favourites, as Tegan had never been much of one for reading. There were chairs littered all about the area, a stray mattress and blanket (from his cabin, in fact) in the event of surprise napping, and two or three plush toys he'd been rather surprised to find in the TARDIS wardrobe, though none of them look like any Earth creatures he'd ever known of.