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A Day in the Life

Jan 17, 2011 20:15

Who: Agent K and Whoever
What: A Day in the Life of a workaholic
Where: All around the Barge.
What: See above.
Warnings & Notes: No hostility really planned for this. Just catching up on some CR. Language warnings 'cause... well, it's you know who.

sarah harding, agent k, nyota uhura, adric, narvin, martha jones, a day in the life, sherlock holmes

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09:00 pm The Deck most_feared January 18 2011, 04:23:26 UTC

The stars are out, and he went out to look at them with his usual reverence. It's about the only time that he doesn't divide up his attention. He really needs to stop and look at them, which he neglected for far too long in his service.

Re: 09:00 pm The Deck alzarian_youth January 18 2011, 04:32:32 UTC

Adric was reading a Gallifreyan textbook out on the deck, mentally comparing it to what Alzarians knew, while looking up at the stars, not fully thinking of either. He felt like he should go back to the Starliner, visit his brother, and he knew it would be nice. For a while. However, he knew he wouldn't want to stay there, that he'd want to come back to the Barge, come back to the Doctor. The offer of some sort of time hopping device had more promise. With it, Adric could find his own adventure, at least, even if he would miss the Doctor, so he didn't know why he felt some reluctance to doing that. To traveling alone.

So he sat there on the deck, deep in thought, when he spotted Kay. Looking up at the stars, he said, "I don't see any I recognize."

Re: 09:00 pm The Deck most_feared January 18 2011, 04:47:43 UTC

Kay looked over as Adric spoke, tucking his hands into his pockets. Ah, one of the Doctor's companions. Poor kid had a rough deal over Arthas's spree, too, if he recalled correctly.

"No, I don't either." He stared back out. "I don't really expect to recognize any, I guess." He shrugged lazily, and wandered over to the railing.

Re: 09:00 pm The Deck alzarian_youth January 18 2011, 12:27:18 UTC

"Me neither. I mean, we're probably not even in a universe I know, and without knowing a point of origin, even if this universe had the same stars as E-Space or N-Space, I wouldn't be able to calculate how they'd look from new angles."

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Other: Various hallway or room scenario goes here... most_feared January 18 2011, 04:24:53 UTC

Other: Kay's cabin--late timesbureaucrat January 18 2011, 04:51:59 UTC

Usually when Narvin entered the rooms, he entered with a rant. There was always something on the Barge that warranted complaint, and Narvin could work up a good bit of irritation over even the most innocuous things. He usually (sometimes...occasionally...maybe) had enough tact to keep his opinions to himself to facilitate at least some semblance of a functional work environment with his fellow wardens, but that meant that every irritation was catalogued and saved for private declarations.

So entering soundlessly, sitting quietly on his side of the couch, and silently working on mathematical equations on his hand held computer was unusual.

Re: Other: Kay's cabin--late most_feared January 18 2011, 04:59:57 UTC

Shit... what was wrong with Narvin? He watched from his side as Narvin settled down. He already knew that he was troubled. It wasn't as if Narvin complaining was unusual, but he'd been far more irritated and querulous lately.

His dark gaze darted over the handheld computer, the vague impression of a funeral in the making practically oozing from the Time Lord.

Rather than ask what was wrong, he went to put on his electric kettle. Got out a tea-strainer and made the attempt to actually make a decent not-lazily thrown together beverage. Within a few minutes, he was bringing him a warm mug, fixed to (the best of his memory) just the way Narvin liked it. "Here you go, Tiger."

Other: Kay's cabin--late timesbureaucrat January 18 2011, 05:43:32 UTC

Narvin looked up and blinked as if he'd forgotten he wasn't alone. He set the hand held aside, unconcerned about Kay seeing the temporal equations on it. Chrononal calculus written in the interlocking circles and spirals of technical Gallifreyan was better than most codes, and attempting to hide what he was working on would look suspicious.

"Thank you," he said, taking the mug of tea. He took a sip and stared at the opposite wall. When not working on equations, or plans, or doing his wardenly duties, his mind was busily partitioning and repartitioning, breaking off bits and pieces and shuffling them around at a frantic pace the likes of which he hadn't been doing since the war.

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