Crickety cricket stuff... [OTA, tag Data]
In his hotel room, the Doctor was gathering up a collection of cricket equipment into a large shoulder bag. As always, the village appeared to supply whatever he most required. The thought gave him pause, reminded of the TARDIS and of her propensity for the exact same thing. He shook his head to clear it, then went for one last speedy go-around his room to check if he'd forgotten anything. Passing by his hotel room window, the gathering of clouds looming above made him do a double-take. Not that a little damp would keep him from the pitch, but it really wasn't ideal weather for tutoring.
As it turned out, he had forgotten something. A small, metallic cylinder sat upon his bed, marked on the side with three words which made the Doctor unexpectedly beam. He snatched up the cylinder in his palm, gave it a quick toss and catch, and pocketed it. Fetching out his mobile, he sent off a quick message to Data and hurried off, hoping to not get too spattered by light rain.
Arriving at Ten Forward, he reserved the holosuite for a good part of the afternoon. As he awaited Data's arrival, he ordered a cup of tea for himself and sat at one of the tables, setting his bag of sporting equipment on the seat opposite. He probably looked a bit odd dressed not in his ubiquitous beige coat and accompanying celery stalk, but shirt, trousers, woolen pullover and...cricketing gear.
[ooc: all other tags assumed to take place before the one w/ Data.]
As it turned out, he had forgotten something. A small, metallic cylinder sat upon his bed, marked on the side with three words which made the Doctor unexpectedly beam. He snatched up the cylinder in his palm, gave it a quick toss and catch, and pocketed it. Fetching out his mobile, he sent off a quick message to Data and hurried off, hoping to not get too spattered by light rain.
Arriving at Ten Forward, he reserved the holosuite for a good part of the afternoon. As he awaited Data's arrival, he ordered a cup of tea for himself and sat at one of the tables, setting his bag of sporting equipment on the seat opposite. He probably looked a bit odd dressed not in his ubiquitous beige coat and accompanying celery stalk, but shirt, trousers, woolen pullover and...cricketing gear.
[ooc: all other tags assumed to take place before the one w/ Data.]