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Who: Oswin and the Doctor
When: Tonight, late.
Where: Their flat in Odin District.
What: Oswin can't sleep so she goes to bother her favorite physician.
Rating: PG

[Oswin tosses and turns. She can't sleep. A nasty nightmare work her up sometime ago and she can't manage to get herself to drift asleep again. Too much adrenaline pumping through her veins due to the dream.

A sigh and she swings her legs over the side of the bed, shivering as the covers fall off her bare legs. This won't do. She needs a distraction. And there is one man who is the world's best distraction.

Ducking under the top bunk she exits her room and opens the door to the room beside hers.]

Doctor?

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[ He moves his knee a bit to nudge her. ]

I'm not letting you build something without me.

[she jabs a finger into his thigh.]

Oh? And why's that?

Because.

[ His parts. And he's easily bored, so no taking his entertainment from him. ]

Request denied on account of terrible reasoning.

They're my parts. I gathered them.

We're roommates. Be generous.

I'm not saying you can't build it. I'm just saying I need to build it with you, in that case.

[ Pause. ]

Want to. Build it with you.

Want or need to?

[She raises her eyebrows, sounding amused.]

Both.

[ Building things is serious business.

Now what should he attach this propeller to... ]

[Aww. She'll bump her head affectionately against his knee again.]

Suppose I'll work with you. Don't slow me down.

That's my line.

[ He ruffles her hair with a smile and reaches for a small remote. ]

Please!

[But she grins back at him when he ruffles her hair.]

Fine. But no one is slowing anyone down here.

Definitely not. So let's get to work.

Edited 2012-12-04 23:20 (UTC)

Oh, now?

You don't want to?

No, not that. Just didn't think you meant now.

[ He'll just casually toss this propeller to the other end of the room and slowly - so Oswin doesn't fall - stand up to get to those parts. ]

Why not now? Now's as good as any time.

But we can finish your toy first.

Too late, already thinking about the flying machine.

[ And so he starts rummaging about. ]

Tut, tut.

One thing at a time.

One thing at a time is boring.

[ He tosses a propeller Oswin's way. ]

I'm sure we'll find ways to spice it up.

[She catches it and examines it before setting it down in front of her.]

Mmm.

[ Next goes a box to put batteries in. ]

What are you thinking?

[There's definitely a sort of glee to her voice. Like a kid about to receive a christmas day present.]

I'm thinking...

[ A lot of things. ]

How to control it. Or how to make it control itself.

Edited 2012-12-13 19:22 (UTC)

AI then?

[ He turns abruptly, blinking at her. ]

Yes. Well. No. No, that's not possible, can't do that with stuff. Junk. Scraps.

[ Frown. ]

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