When the Rani got into this universe, she had nothing but the clothes on her back and a mobile genetics lab. Now look what she's made of herself
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The Doctor shouldn't be trying to find giant squirrels in downtown Chicago. Not like a giant squirrel is by any stretch of the imagination the most dangerous thing he's ever run into, but there are several people who would be somewhat upset with him anyway.
Which is why he's industriously pretending he's not looking for it. And not at all why he took a quick trip to the medical room on his way out of the basement and is now carrying a ridiculous amount of sedatives with him. No, he's just taking a leisurely stroll outside... never mind the crowds on the sidewalk all watching said giant squirrel.
The Doctor's watching it to, but in a slightly more calculating way. If he can figure out where it's going, he can at least intercept it. And then... well, he'll work from there.
The squirrel in question is looking for food. It's identified the park across from the Conrad as a probable location, and, in true squirrel fashion, it starts dashing across streets, pausing at the edges, and nearly causing a number of car crashes. The poor thing has no idea what's going on.
Of course it's going for the park. Because what would a park be without giant, mutated squirrels?
The Doctor races after it, fumbling in his pocket for psychic paper to flash at bystanders. He has no idea what it's going to say, exactly, but they should be able to fill in the blanks - not that it even matters, when he's running too fast to really read it. "Nothing to worry about! Everything's under control!"
Or will be. Shortly. Hopefully. Assuming he doesn't get mauled by a squirrel.
...Of all the embarrassing ways to die, that is one he would rather not experience. Jack would never let him live it down.
Now, as squirrels go, this one is very large. That still only puts it at about the size of a human, and that means that when a human comes running at it, it's really none too comfortable.
It bats its tail, makes a disturbingly deep chitter, and bolts, leaping over (and sometimes on top of) cars, rebounding off buildings, and eliciting screams and gasps from the crowd as it sets of every car alarm it passes.
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Which is why he's industriously pretending he's not looking for it. And not at all why he took a quick trip to the medical room on his way out of the basement and is now carrying a ridiculous amount of sedatives with him. No, he's just taking a leisurely stroll outside... never mind the crowds on the sidewalk all watching said giant squirrel.
The Doctor's watching it to, but in a slightly more calculating way. If he can figure out where it's going, he can at least intercept it. And then... well, he'll work from there.
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The Doctor races after it, fumbling in his pocket for psychic paper to flash at bystanders. He has no idea what it's going to say, exactly, but they should be able to fill in the blanks - not that it even matters, when he's running too fast to really read it. "Nothing to worry about! Everything's under control!"
Or will be. Shortly. Hopefully. Assuming he doesn't get mauled by a squirrel.
...Of all the embarrassing ways to die, that is one he would rather not experience. Jack would never let him live it down.
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It bats its tail, makes a disturbingly deep chitter, and bolts, leaping over (and sometimes on top of) cars, rebounding off buildings, and eliciting screams and gasps from the crowd as it sets of every car alarm it passes.
Yeah. This is going well.
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