And I've been putting out fire with gasoline...

[nothingsodivine]

Des leaves work around the time he finishes his conversation with Martha, looking like the sort of person who has just received news that the Apocalypse is going to occur within two weeks... Honestly, it's not that far from the truth. He'll concern himself with Jack Fucking Harkness and all his relevant identities later, however. He has a Doctor to

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For a moment, nothing happens. And then a little pink ferret ball rolls out of the kitchen at top speed, the Doctor inside it. Charlie, apparently, got tired of chasing him all over the city. The Doctor is not amused.

Des! Desdesdes! Let me out! And- do you have keys? I hid your keys but I looked for them and they weren't there and DO YOU HAVE KEYS?

...when he's person-shaped again, he'll be glad that he's not psychic, just so Des doesn't have to hear the things he says when the ferretbrain's in the driver's seat.

[nothingsodivine]

Des stares at the little pink ferret ball. In his defense, he tries very hard not to laugh, but, uh, it's kind of hysterical. He picks up the ball as it rolls by him and holds it close to his face.

And then he starts laughing. He's laughing for a good few minutes, before he says:

"Look, Dmitri's going to be here any second. If you agree to do whatever we say, I'll let you out of that thing, okay?"

Take the offer, Doctor. Taaaake it.

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor glares. You see that glare, Des? It is the glare of an ancient and powerful man from the oldest civilization in the universe. It is the glare of the bloody Oncoming Storm. ...it is the glare of a disgruntled ferret.

What, and you're not even telling me what it is first? You can't keep me in here forever, you know, just... please... open the ball? He paws at the side of the ball. Attempts to gnaw the curved wall, which, of course, gets him nowhere.

This is entirely unfair.

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, Doctor. You are made of intimidating.

"Gnaw all you want, Doctor, but I've got control over the situation right now and I say you stay put."

At least until Dmitri gets here and he talks to her.

Speak of the devil...

[nowinprint]

And in came a raven who swooped down beside him.

Or, more accurately, circled the house until she found an open window on the second floor and ducked in, and then followed the sounds of Des until she could land on his shoulder. Public transit is nice, but it's slow, and even dipping into her stipend to pay a cab leaves her dealing with traffic. This is a more direct approach, and when it comes to the House of the Disaster-Prone, she has a feeling that urgency trumps decency.

Once she has a good grip on Des's shoulder, she tilts her head at him and tries to get her syrinx working the way she wants it to.

"Trrrrrrenchkut."

[nothingsodivine]

Des is still holding the Doctor's ferretball when Dmitri swoops in, but once she perches on his shoulder, he leans down and puts the ball back on the ground. "Doctor, I have to pow-wow with Langolier for a bit. Just roll with it."

The Doctor is probably going to bite his fingers off when he gets him out of that ball. Des is willing to take that risk.

To Dmitri, he says, "I've got a robe or something upstairs you can borrow upstairs." Plus upstairs has the benefit of not being a place Doctors in ferretballs can get to easily.

[nowinprint]

Dmitri shrugs, indicating the way to the stairs with her beak. Well, on you go, Desperado. Unless you want me to fly up and find the robe myself.

She glances down at the Doctor in the ferretball, tilting her head to get a better view of him. Dmitri has questions. Oh, so many questions.

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor just sits there for a minute. In his ferret ball. There's Des and Dmitri - albeit a raven-shaped Dmitri - and they are conspiring against him. He doesn't know how or why, but oh, he knows they are.

Although at the moment, all he can really do is bump his ferret ball against Des' ankles. Angrily. You can let him out now, Des. Don't you love him?