somethin' happenin' here - what it is ain't exactly clear (open)

[cricketycricket]

[is in the midst of making rounds for the day, when he stumbles, catching himself on one of the roundels inset into the hallway] AH--!

... [hauls himself back up to his feet] There it is, again. ... That ... feeling, like something isn't ...

[and then, throughout the whole TARDIS, there's a loud chiming, like the bell of a clock tower. low,

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[thelabking]

[Fff Hodgins is still here, because he firmly believes the TARDIS is the Safest Place to Be]

Dude, what's with the noise? It sounds like something that happens before the fight scene in a kung-fu movie

[thelabking]

[Hodgins takes that on board, nodding in a Time-Lordy way. Or what he thinks is a Time Lordy way. He probably comes across as a bit of a pleb.]

Gotcha! [And off he strides to search!]

[thruppitybits]

[comes skidding in through the doors to the Cloister Room, looking this way and that for the Doctor]

Hey! I'm here! Are you going to tell me what's going on now?

[cricketycricket]

[calls from the room at the top of the stairs] In here, Peri! [there's the sound of a lot of things being shuffled and/or thrown around, then a faint crash, and some Gallifreyan curses]

[thruppitybits]

[frowns, squinting up the stairs, then runs for them, taking them two at a time. ouch, the grating sort of hurts on bare feet. she came running in her pajamas]

Are you okay up there??

[cricketycricket]

[pokes his head out from behind a pile of random parts and junk that ... he's just sort of cleared out of cabinets in a mad hunt for the parts]

I am, yes, but the TARDIS isn't... I need a replacement part.

[thruppitybits]

[aaand skids to a halt right next to you, huffing and puffing]

Replacement parts for what?

[hears other clanks from further down the room]

Who else is here?

[cricketycricket]

One of our other refugees, a Dr. Hodgins, he said his name was. He's helping me look. And, ah ... [holds up the broken part] I need another of these.

[thruppitybits]

Oh, Jack Hodgins? I met him, once. [cranes her head to look for him, and is distracted by a piece of TARDIS innard being shoved in her face]

--Uh, right. I'll just look for something that looks like that?

[cricketycricket]

Please do. ... I'm afraid time is very much of the essence ... [rummage rummage rummage]

[thruppitybits]

... Right.

[turns and walks about 10 feet away and and starts rummaging through the junk piles]

.... This sure is a lot of stuff, Doctor.

[cricketycricket]

Well, yes ... you never know what you're going to need. I've got one or two spares around here somewhere, I'm certain of it. They must have moved during the hallway reconfiguration - it jostles things around a little.