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Characters: bit_impossible, best_served_hot, mib_agent_k
Location: The Plane Library
Time: First day of the monkey shenanigans
Summary: A quest for knowledge isn't always an easy one--but this one really takes the cake.
Warnings: It's two Time Lords, an Agent, and homicidal monkeys. Violence, snark, glares, and a TON of running will be involved.
Notes: Posting order is Ten, Master, K, and our monkey once we get one/it decides to interject!
The Doctor stared at the library as he approached it, his expression stony as he felt the little hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand on end. That was never a good sign. They foretold the presence of something very, very bad--or the atmospheric conditions perfect enough to produce hail, but he was more than certain it wasn't the latter. Still, he had a feeling that something was going to happen at the library sooner or later--and ohhh, if he found out if anybody living in there had been hurt in any single way...
But those books...he had no idea who the note was from or whether it was a trap or not. Well, he had an strong feeling that it was a trap--hence the hairs--but then again, no real knowledge was ever gained from just sitting back and hoping the information would come filtering into one's head.
He felt that note in his trouser pocket resting against his sonic screwdriver, but he didn't pull it out. The call numbers were easy to memorise, but despite his frequent trips to the library, he couldn't immediately recall where they could be and that annoyed him greatly.
At the same time, however, he couldn't help but feel that rush of excitement that he got every time something interesting potentially interesting laid behind a set of closed doors. The thought brought a small, determined smile to his face.
"Well," he said, musing out loud, "nothing ventured..." He reached out to grab the door handles.
Location: The Plane Library
Time: First day of the monkey shenanigans
Summary: A quest for knowledge isn't always an easy one--but this one really takes the cake.
Warnings: It's two Time Lords, an Agent, and homicidal monkeys. Violence, snark, glares, and a TON of running will be involved.
Notes: Posting order is Ten, Master, K, and our monkey once we get one/it decides to interject!
The Doctor stared at the library as he approached it, his expression stony as he felt the little hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand on end. That was never a good sign. They foretold the presence of something very, very bad--or the atmospheric conditions perfect enough to produce hail, but he was more than certain it wasn't the latter. Still, he had a feeling that something was going to happen at the library sooner or later--and ohhh, if he found out if anybody living in there had been hurt in any single way...
But those books...he had no idea who the note was from or whether it was a trap or not. Well, he had an strong feeling that it was a trap--hence the hairs--but then again, no real knowledge was ever gained from just sitting back and hoping the information would come filtering into one's head.
He felt that note in his trouser pocket resting against his sonic screwdriver, but he didn't pull it out. The call numbers were easy to memorise, but despite his frequent trips to the library, he couldn't immediately recall where they could be and that annoyed him greatly.
At the same time, however, he couldn't help but feel that rush of excitement that he got every time something interesting potentially interesting laid behind a set of closed doors. The thought brought a small, determined smile to his face.
"Well," he said, musing out loud, "nothing ventured..." He reached out to grab the door handles.