θ-7
[a vast array of tools rest, discarded, on one of the tables in the outdoor courtyard of the southern shopping plaza. at that same table, the Doctor sits with his feet propped up on a nearby chair. he appears to be concentrating on the CAT device in his hand, a serious expression on his bespectacled face.]
[but every now and then, his eyes flit over to look at an envelope that's practically buried beneath the primitive--to him, anyway--tools. with a frustrated sigh, he tears his glasses off, rubbing his eyes, and shoves the tools away to grab the envelope.]
What are you up to this time, Caligin...?
[after a moment, he tucks the envelope into an inner jacket pocket and returns to his attentions to the CAT he'd carelessly dropped on the table. sadly, even doing that didn't turn it on. he's rather disappointed it didn't work.]
[ooc: By the way, I'm going to leave you a note about what letter (A or B) that Ten got, and then edit that out of the comment. Just so you know!]
[but every now and then, his eyes flit over to look at an envelope that's practically buried beneath the primitive--to him, anyway--tools. with a frustrated sigh, he tears his glasses off, rubbing his eyes, and shoves the tools away to grab the envelope.]
What are you up to this time, Caligin...?
[after a moment, he tucks the envelope into an inner jacket pocket and returns to his attentions to the CAT he'd carelessly dropped on the table. sadly, even doing that didn't turn it on. he's rather disappointed it didn't work.]
[ooc: By the way, I'm going to leave you a note about what letter (A or B) that Ten got, and then edit that out of the comment. Just so you know!]