[053: Video]

[shortsightedlove]

[The communicator turns on to show Rassilon eating grapes, the basket in front of him looking like it's almost empty.] These are... surprisingly good. What sort are they?

[And then he holds up A Time Tot’s Primer to the Nonintervention Policy.] And this shall be most useful. My documents keep getting dog ears, after all...

[The view shifts a bit as he puts it away and accidentally bumps against the communicator. His room looks definitely more crowded and one can see what might be a plush toy. If one is Gallifreyan, specifically a plush rovie.]

[Private to Claire]

I've been rather remiss in fulfilling our arrangement for... various reasons. [Like being locked into Omega's room for a month so he couldn't stab anyone. And brooding a lot. And preferring to draw up plans for weapons of mass destruction because that's so wonderfully relaxing.] My apologies. I shall get back to it soon.

[Private to the Doctor]

[Nope, still not talking :| All his fault anyway, hmph.]

{OOC: Gift part is backdated a bit.}

Comments

[rass_bestie]

You got a cuddly toy? [Who thought of that?]

[shortsightedlove]

[He holds it in front of him.] It's my old rovie!

[rass_bestie]

Oh, did you request that?

[shortsightedlove]

I requested the things in my old room. I... can't remember if it was in there, actually.

[rass_bestie]

Well, I doubt anyone else knows to get it for you.

[shortsightedlove]

I suppose so.

[rass_bestie]

Your room is looking a bit stuffed now that I see it.

[shortsightedlove]

[He shrugs.] I haven't found a place for everything yet.

[rass_bestie]

Do you need help?

[shortsightedlove]

If you feel like redecorating.

[rass_bestie]

[Omega shrugs, he'd like to spend time with him, decorating or not.]

[shortsightedlove]

Then come! [He's always welcome.]

[rass_bestie]

[Omega arrives a few moments later and comes in with a smile.] Hi.

[no_fastolfe]

[Vasilia looks pleased.] Auroran grapes; native to my world. Considered the finest of all the spacer worlds; I'm pleased they reached you.

[shortsightedlove]

Ah? They're indeed very good. I can see why the would be considered the finest. [Does he need to feel guilty for not getting her a present? ...Nah.]

[no_fastolfe]

I haven't seen you in some time; have you been doing anything interesting?

[shortsightedlove]

[I've been brooding :|] Just making some new weapon designs. They're still a bit rough.

[no_fastolfe]

[Vasilia looks less than instantly engaged-- weapons technology will never be something she likes. But.]

It's so difficult to design with the distractions aboard. I have a small project of my own, more an exercise in raw mechanical engineering than anything. It's relaxing, though.

[shortsightedlove]

Indeed. The lab here can't compare to my foundry... Though I doubt I would be allowed to built weapons were it even possible.

[no_fastolfe]

I miss my workshop on Aurora. It was a luxury to have a place that I shared with no-one else.

[shortsightedlove]

Quite. Not that this ship thinks much of privacy.

[no_fastolfe]

[She makes a sour face] Characteristically so. At least I have learned to ignore it, largely.

[shortsightedlove]

Having Omega does make it better. At least I won't have to bother with those showers.

[no_fastolfe]

[She waves a hand, looking resigned.] I have no such particular friend and the necessity for sexual encounters... I will tolerate the showers.

[shortsightedlove]

[He stares for a moment before breaking out in laughter.] There is no necessity for it. I just want to. And I've been using his bathroom long before that.