Morning in the house [OPEN]

[keyofmgy]

It's early morning in the house on Bannerman Road. In the living room, there is a young man stretched out on the couch in his undershirt and trousers, dead to the world aside from the occasional mutter in his sleep. On the coffee table nearby, a communicator is sitting silently with a light blinking on the front panel

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[splendid_roman]

Ian wandered past. He didn't recognise the man on the couch, but there had been a lot of new people arriving recently and he hadn't met most of them yet.

He hadn't quite worked out exactly how the communicators worked yet, but a flashing light meant something. He picked the communicator up and pressed a button, experimentally, at which it let out a loud squawk. Ian jumped and just about managed not to drop the thing

[keyofmgy]

Jack jumped at the squawk too, limbs flailing and letting out a yelp that may have consisted of the words "not going"; then he blinked, looked at Ian, and jumped again.

"What the bloody hell was that?" he blurted.

[splendid_roman]

"Sorry, it was this." Ian held up the communicator, which was now dark and silent. "Is this yours?"

[keyofmgy]

"Never seen it in my--"

Wait, yes he had. It was the same kind of device both the Doctor and Owen Harper had shown him. Running a hand over his eyes, Jack reached out for the thing. "I guess it is. High time I got one."