The Doctor had his little lamp on his head, as he was doing some fine tuning of the holo-projector technology.

The classroom door was open.

And the strains of 'Hey' by Honest Bob and the Factory to Dealer Incentives were echoing out into the hall, as the Doctor was playing music.

[ooc: Open, especially to the soon-to-be TAs!]

Adventuring Survival Tactics, or Twisted Ankles Are Inevitable

General Class Synopsis: The cold hard universe has a lot to trip up even the smartest of travelers. This class will teach you some of the more common tropes and hindrances, as well as other various important subjects.

( Syllabus )

...for 2 TAs for Adventuring Survival Tactics.

Filled. Sorta. I have options of which I am weighing.

Responses screened.

The Doctor had stumbled across a room that had amazingly and improbably filled itself with soft plastic balls.

He'd be in here for awhile. Gleeing like a five year old.

[ooc: Locked to TARDIS residents, and this ALWAYS was Saturday. Honest.]

Today, the Doctor was adjusting the polarity of the neutron flow.

Possibly reversing it, possibly not.

He might even go crazy and inverse it, if the whim takes him.

[ooc: Open, though you'll have to knock on the door if you don't have a key]

The Doctor had move a small table into the console room, and put four chairs around it. The kettle was there, as well as the silver tea service ( Read more... )

The Doctors were all gathered together.

It probably would not be a teary goodbye.

"I suppose I should thank you all for coming," the Doctor said.

[ooc: Locked to me, oi vey.]

The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS, to discover something rather... disturbing. To him, at least.

There were eight other TARDISes, all lined up in a row next to his. The other Doctors were here. And most likely, out and about in town already. They knew to show up in the classroom for the class, but... oh dear. This would be a very long day.

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The Doctor had been healing up a bit, but he still had the finger splints and winced every so often from the pain in his ribs. Today, he was setting up a psionic amplifier.

He had himself to contact. Blinovitch limitation effect be damned.

[ooc: For any TARDIS residents, or anyone who wants to knock on the TARDIS door. Warning - Super slow play ( Read more... )

The Doctor was very glad he'd moved a sofa into the console room.

Because he'd passed out on it after returning from Caritas last night, and was still snoring there now. He still had the bandage on his head, the black eye, and the splints on his fingers.

[ooc: For any TARDIS residents, or anyone who wants to knock on the TARDIS door]