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16 January 2007 @ 09:59 pm
Clair might walk in to see open cell doors and her husband--or a man who looks a lot like him--standing over the beds of her comatose subjects. The open cells are empty. He's standing in an unconsciously cocky fashion that screams HERO. His actuators are shiny, his coat's the most bright shade of black anyone's ever seen, his goggles manage to look dynamic and mysterious instead of merely inscrutable.

And his puttons are octopus-shaped. Oh, for crying out loud.

He looks up when she walks in. "Ah. We might need to talk."

04 January 2007 @ 10:32 pm
Just when Clair thought she'd seen the last of him, the portal opened and Rassilon walked in, looking as though he'd never seen the place before in his life.
31 December 2006 @ 04:21 am
Otto is overjoyed, the reason for which becoming abundantly clear when one hears a tiny voice squeak, "Da-Da!"

"That's right! Da-Da!"
22 December 2006 @ 12:16 am
Coma or not, Clair couldn't resist another chance to take data on her former volunteer.  So Rassilon has been scanned, MRIed, prodded, evaluated, and berobed in one of those awful hospital gowns.  But after all that, she did put him in a bed, all the appropriate moniters on, and left her actuators to watch over him.
01 November 2006 @ 11:29 pm
What an evening. Wildly vascilating highs and lows, between her father returning from the dead, and Hanover pulling the same trick for the second time. Clair looks exhausted, her eyes shadowed, but she's smiling as she leads her father through the portal, into the main room of their complex. "Otto!" She sends her arms towards his labs to get him. "Otto, there's someone here you have to meet!"

She's nervous about this, of course. Otto's feelings about parents are complex, and not entirely friendly. And her father... well, she married a terrorist who once kidnapped her and forced her into hiding, seperating her family. Clair hasn't worked up the courage to tell her dad pretty much anything about her life since then. He seems to be siding with Mark on the 'if she loves him, I'll give him a chance,' thing, but that took Mark years.... She's bracing herself, even as she smiles and leans on her dad.
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
30 October 2006 @ 07:21 pm
Rassilon walked into the Labs again. This is a very regular occurance. They're used to him, probably. He gets dogged and kittied and goes about looking for Clair.

"I have something of yours here, Clair."
07 October 2006 @ 07:17 pm
It's not often one sees a Time Lord carrying an octopus walk up to you. Really, it sounds like the start of a joke. So a Time Lord carrying an octopus walks into a lab....

Nonetheless, Rassilon did just that, walking up to Clair, carrying Inky.

It was a sight she was probably used to, by now, as the two had become thick as theives in the last week....

"You rang?"
29 September 2006 @ 12:25 am
There are very few things that are safe from a Time Lord in the grip of ennui.

Thus, when Clair investigated why the signals from the remote Tesla have temporarily stopped, she discovered Rassilon in her MRI, running the thing with his brain waves and taking pictures of the inside of his own head. Apparently when he's insomniac, (as the clock nearby would say about 3:45am)he becomes achingly bored.

And that is why he is painting the inside of a room, now. With beige paint. Because, apparently, despite the fact that one can change the colour of the walls (among other things) with the push of a button, this room needed painted.

Ah, well, it was something to do.
26 September 2006 @ 09:32 pm
To-day's Tesla scanner telemetry readout resembles a lovely rendering of an actuator claw.
23 September 2006 @ 01:44 am
It just isn't polite to go materialising in someone else's laboratory space. Besides, he'd probably best get used to doing things the mundane way for a while.

So Rassilon walked in through a portal, clad in his usual colourful layers, sans Coronet, and looked about for Clair.