Day 20: Quantum Mechanics (tag Rodney, open)
Who: the Doctor
Where: Medical Facility - Lab
When: 20, afternoon
Invited: Rodney McKay, Open
Status: Complete
After setting up an IV for Boone, checking on Ripley and finally tracking Rose down to the room he’d claimed, where she was curled up on a bed wrapped in a blanket. The Doctor sat in on Daniel’s debriefing then sought out what remained of the source of the temporal bubble around this bunker. He found it with Rodney, unsurprisingly.
It was already noon as the Doctor sat down with the breadbox sized temporal field generator. Rodney had cleverly sent a power surge through it, burning it out, but keeping the component’s mostly recognizable. He wanted to look it over as well, and was twitching his fingers in his excitement to get a good look at it from his seat beside the Doctor.
He had three hours before he and Adam went over Rose’s bloodwork, if Adam was still up to it after the chaos of this morning. He may end up working on that alone, maybe he could recruit House by openly doubting the bastard would understand this kind of manipulation anyway.
Rodney cleared his throat, impatient for the Doctor to get on with opening the outer casing. The Doctor grinned. “You’re about to vibrate out of that chair, you know.”
“Yes, yes, haha. Now let’s see what’s in there.” Rodney appeared ready to rip the dangerous little box of technology right out of the Doctor’s hands.
The screwdriver made short work of the casing. Inside was a mish mash of parts and power sources from many different worlds and times, including modern earth. It was cobbled together in a manner much as the Doctor had managed to keep the Tardis running. He spared a moment to admire the adaptability of determination of the builder.
Asgaurd buffer, temporal regulator from 56th century earth, 17th century Kraxiokonopticon processor, a power crystal matrix from Raxcorafalapatorious. But something about the whole thing was disturbing.
“This is a basic temporal containment field.” That’s what was wrong. Oh, there was only so many ways you could put together such a device and have it work. But this… This was classic. He remembered having to build one his fifteenth year at academy, when temporal mechanics was the sole focus of the curriculum. “We made them in small scale, erected a field with slower time inside the bubble around floral arrangements or even foodstuffs. The bubble was never larger than one of your beachballs because of the risk of temporal instability. This is… classic. Anyone studying to be a Time Lord on my world had to make this during temporal mechanics classes. We made them EXACTLY like this. Not the parts, ours were more elegant and made from things found or supplied by the academy. But this is the exact set up. Right down to the twenty seven welds anchoring the base power supply to the unit.” Foolish tradition was part of the Gallifreyian life. Tradition was lived and breathed. Twenty seven welds, one for each of the senses.
Where: Medical Facility - Lab
When: 20, afternoon
Invited: Rodney McKay, Open
Status: Complete
After setting up an IV for Boone, checking on Ripley and finally tracking Rose down to the room he’d claimed, where she was curled up on a bed wrapped in a blanket. The Doctor sat in on Daniel’s debriefing then sought out what remained of the source of the temporal bubble around this bunker. He found it with Rodney, unsurprisingly.
It was already noon as the Doctor sat down with the breadbox sized temporal field generator. Rodney had cleverly sent a power surge through it, burning it out, but keeping the component’s mostly recognizable. He wanted to look it over as well, and was twitching his fingers in his excitement to get a good look at it from his seat beside the Doctor.
He had three hours before he and Adam went over Rose’s bloodwork, if Adam was still up to it after the chaos of this morning. He may end up working on that alone, maybe he could recruit House by openly doubting the bastard would understand this kind of manipulation anyway.
Rodney cleared his throat, impatient for the Doctor to get on with opening the outer casing. The Doctor grinned. “You’re about to vibrate out of that chair, you know.”
“Yes, yes, haha. Now let’s see what’s in there.” Rodney appeared ready to rip the dangerous little box of technology right out of the Doctor’s hands.
The screwdriver made short work of the casing. Inside was a mish mash of parts and power sources from many different worlds and times, including modern earth. It was cobbled together in a manner much as the Doctor had managed to keep the Tardis running. He spared a moment to admire the adaptability of determination of the builder.
Asgaurd buffer, temporal regulator from 56th century earth, 17th century Kraxiokonopticon processor, a power crystal matrix from Raxcorafalapatorious. But something about the whole thing was disturbing.
“This is a basic temporal containment field.” That’s what was wrong. Oh, there was only so many ways you could put together such a device and have it work. But this… This was classic. He remembered having to build one his fifteenth year at academy, when temporal mechanics was the sole focus of the curriculum. “We made them in small scale, erected a field with slower time inside the bubble around floral arrangements or even foodstuffs. The bubble was never larger than one of your beachballs because of the risk of temporal instability. This is… classic. Anyone studying to be a Time Lord on my world had to make this during temporal mechanics classes. We made them EXACTLY like this. Not the parts, ours were more elegant and made from things found or supplied by the academy. But this is the exact set up. Right down to the twenty seven welds anchoring the base power supply to the unit.” Foolish tradition was part of the Gallifreyian life. Tradition was lived and breathed. Twenty seven welds, one for each of the senses.