http://theshortdoctor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] theshortdoctor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] aphelion_rpg2010-04-25 09:58 pm

April 25 // Open

Date: April 25 (6 AM)
Characters: The Doctor, the Master, Sam, Robin
Location: Machine Room
Summary: Basically they are reversing the polarity mass.
Warnings: SCIENCE MONTAGE

The Doctor woke up uncomfortably hot and decided he had had quite enough of all this. Really, he was surprised it had gone on as long as he had. He'd tried his best not to interfere too much, he really had. After all, wasn't that the whole point of this stupid exercise? He'd thought for a while that the Time Lords might be running it as a kind of test, to see whether he could go for a whole week without meddling. Well, he'd had it. He was meddling.

He knew that the TARDIS on Morpheus was going through her growing pains, and that the adverse reactions occurring in the colony weren't really her fault, but he was still sick of the tropical heat and the gravity fluctuations. Things had reached a critical point; any further and their livelihood on this little God-forsaken bit of space debris would be compromised. The people who were stuck here deserved better than that. So he didn't feel too guilty as he stormed through the sleeping quarters at 6 in the morning, pounding on doors and waking people up. He went to the Master's room, Robin's, and Sam's - all the people he knew had been working on the problem with the computer systems for the past few days.

"If you'd like to help me fix this infernal heat and the gravity issue," he bellowed, "be in the machine room in ten minutes."

If none of them showed up, well, he would just have to do it himself. But he was pretty sure they would show.

[identity profile] lord-and.livejournal.com 2010-04-26 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
The Master had been awake for some time, but he waited long enough to ensure that the Doctor had passed farther down the hallway, out of earshot before he made his way out of the room. He'd gathered a few tools he'd been keeping in his room, including the sonic screwdriver he'd liberated from the Doctor a few days prior. He'd been passing the time by making a few key (and a few unnecessary but amusing) modifications to it, figuring it'd come in handy once someone finally got a move on with solving this problem. Not wanting to appear to be at the Doctor's beck-and-call, however, he turned and took the long way around the station, enjoying the peace and quiet before heading to the machine shop.