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11 October 2007 @ 03:01 pm
The laboratory suddenly got a little more colourful. And more ... timey-wimey.

"Hullo? Clair? Dreadfully sorry to just show up, but It appears I've misplaced my, er, Nexus-phone...."

You can has a Rassilon. A rather frazzled-looking Rassilon.
Ockette: Mad Scientistockette on October 11th, 2007 08:14 pm (UTC)
Way to startle the tiny mad scientist. Not a bright idea, when she's wearing the armature, but she stops the tentacles before they get too close.

"Pff, Rassilon, don't show up right behind me..."

Clair looks good. She's had a happy few weeks with her new friend Grey.

"What brings you by?"
Rassilon: he's listening reallyinthetower on October 11th, 2007 08:27 pm (UTC)
He's gotten good at ducking. He straightens from the impossibly low crouch he'd dropped into and shifty-eyes a little embarrassedly, dusting down his robes.

"Ah... eh."

At a closer look, he's sporting fading bruises and the healing scratches of someone who's come out the other side of a fight with either a vengeful transformed piece of consumer technology or a startled cat. Clair's Sanctuary surveillance may have picked up some of this.

"Actually, I don't think the Nexus phone survived being thrown." the next comes out in a bit of a rush. "I need to hide."

Ockette: Brains?ockette on October 11th, 2007 08:28 pm (UTC)
Clair peers at him. "You've had a rough few weeks. What's going on?"
Rassilon: just a man not a legendinthetower on October 11th, 2007 08:33 pm (UTC)
"Er, well, it hasn't been that bad, just a little ... stressful, is all, though I probably oughtn't complain, I'm not the one going through it, after all," he babbles. Good lord. Get to the point. "Only her pregnancy has gotten Kiam rather ... violent."
Ockette: Mwaahaockette on October 11th, 2007 08:36 pm (UTC)
Understanding. There's a lightbulb, even! ... Oh, that was one of the tentacles changing a burnt-out lamp on Clair's desk. Well, timing.

"Is that normal for Gallifreyan pregnancies?"
Rassilon: he's listening reallyinthetower on October 11th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
"Er... I couldn't say. She's a product of the genetic Loom, the way my people continued for ... millennia. But she's healthy. The fetus is healthy. All we can ascertain is that the hormonal shifts are causing noticable neurological upsets. And that is that, it seems. All there is for it is for me to tread carefully and anticipate every mood and whim, though not by looking into the future or using telepathy." Far from sounding bitter, he sounds pained.
Ockette: In His Shadowockette on October 12th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
"Why not?" See, the tiny tentacled doctor believes in using your unfair advantages.
Rassilon: he's listening reallyinthetower on October 12th, 2007 06:11 am (UTC)
"That ... just makes her angrier, you see. Results in more things being thrown at me. Such as the cat...."
Ockette: Sleepockette on October 12th, 2007 06:13 am (UTC)
"... Ah." Watch Clair Get It. "I remember being somewhat tempermental too. It's a... well, you grow a parasitic creature and see how calm you stay." She loves Angelina madly, but scientifically speaking, a fetus is a parasite.

"Bedrest and sedation helped."
Rassilon: he's listening reallyinthetower on October 12th, 2007 06:36 am (UTC)
He makes a small sound.

"I ... don't know if that'd be a very good idea unless administered by blowdart, if you take my meaning."
Ockette: GRINockette on October 12th, 2007 06:37 am (UTC)
"How about tentacle?" Big grin. She is kidding.

Rassilon: he's listening reallyinthetower on October 12th, 2007 06:44 am (UTC)
He laughs a wobbly laugh. "If I thought it would work...."

One hand pushes through his hair and his expression clearly says, awgawd just hide me, plz....
Ockette: Mwaahaockette on October 12th, 2007 06:45 am (UTC)
"If I let you spend a night in the couch, is she going to hunt me down and make me believe I'm a duck?"
Rassilon: just a man not a legendinthetower on October 12th, 2007 06:52 am (UTC)
Rassilon drops his head wearily into his hand. "No."

And he's gone and run out of things to say. Bah.
Ockette: GRINockette on October 12th, 2007 06:53 am (UTC)
She's grinning at him. Madly. In a manner befitting a mad scientist.

"Has she told you it's your fault yet?"