A Day in the Life -Sorta

[championoftime]

Who: The Seventh Doctor and you
What: A Day Few Days in the life of a free-roaming psychologist
When: Various times
Where: Wherever you want him to be in public. Except maybe the Engine room or the Inmate showers. Just sayin'.
Warnings & Notes: Since the Doctor is going to be up to a lot over the next few days, I'm putting up a general post for

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Anywhere you want to stick them

[vinkus_witch]

She was charged with talking to one person a week, and so she decided that now was as good a time as any to get that over. Elphaba approached the little man who seemed to be busy doing something and said, "What are you doing?"

Sweet!

[dominie]

The Doctor had settled down on the steps to work on a scanner of some sort (for all anyone knew, it could be a jelly baby detector. He did like to go on object hunts through the Barge). He looked up at the- oh! Green woman! Hello! Bright smile.

"Trying to adjust the photon flow through the third fiberoptic conduit. What are you doing?"

Re: Sweet!

[vinkus_witch]

"...what?" Not a word out of that man's mouth made a bit of sense after the word 'the', at least not in the first sentence. She had no idea what a photon or fiberoptic or conduit was. As for what she was doing, she couldn't very well say her warden was making her make conversation with people, or else it would possibly end the conversation right there. "I'm asking questions, clearly."

[dominie]

He chuckled. "Nevermind. It's not very important. I'm just passing the time." He was at least aware of who she was, but he wasn't the type to judge. After all, people that set themselves up to go by heresay were usually bound by their misconceptions.

"I'm fond of questions myself." He was tempted to flash his pullover sweater at her. Thankfully he had the sense to restrain himself.

[dominie]

The Doctor was there. This incarnation, anyway. He had a stack of playing cards that he'd assembled into a card castle and a book open that he was glancing through.

He looked to Howie as he came in and gave him a wave of his hat, before motioning him over.

[cautionarystory]

Elle followed Howie to the library, trying to look nonchalant in spite of the fact that she was half-convinced this whole getting-her-memories-back thing was the worst decision she'd made in her life.

She walked over to the Doctor without waiting for Howie and asked, "So how's this work, Doc?"