the doctor.

[The Device switches on, and the Doctor's face quickly comes into focus.] The Weeping Angels - by now you've all noticed the danger there, just don't take your eyes off them, even for a second. Don't take a photo of them, or film them, or anything. I'm setting up a perimetre around the Torchwood hub, you need to come down here. We'll put you in one of the rooms, it's the best I can do until I work out what it is they want.

But you have to get here!

[The Doctor is fiddling with his device when it comes on by accident, somewhat awkwardly switching one-handed between a handful of tools and implementing them. It's very, very easy to see Rose just off to his side, because she's very close. The reason for this isn't apparent until he instinctively tries to use both hands and her hand comes into frame with his, along with a lovely pair of handcuffs. He holds off from making a mildly annoyed sound and goes back to using the one hand for all of a few seconds and then decides this is not going to work.]

Rose, can I use your hand for a moment?

[There is mostly some sort of noise of exclamation emanating from the bathroomy area of the flat the Doctor and Rose share. The device has been left on some magical flat surface in the kitchen, since neither of us knows how much furniture they actually have. It doesn't take long before the Doctor comes out of the bathroom, trousers on and towel draped over his shoulders, most of his torso, and totally covering his head. He's ostensibly drying his hair, rubbing the towel over his head like that.] There is no way this is a curse. Nope. Not that fast. Isn't that right, Mr.... Whatsyourname. Mr. Whatsyourname and Mrs. Whereveyougoneofftonow. Collective middle name of Stopeatingthat. Bunnies! Rose brings home bunnies. Not that I have a problem with bunnies. [At this point he is clearly avoiding stepping on rabbits just as much as he is clearly talking to the rabbits as he gets what he came to the kitchen for - a bowl of cocoa pebbles - assembled.] You're small and fluffy and right adorable - you're just not what I was expecting. I don't know what to do with rabbits. I've accidentally scared whatsyourname off to the other side of the flat twice today and both of you stopeatingthat's are going to ruin the wiring. Again. The first time it was my fault, but I've already told Rose it was you, so it looks like if you actually do do it, it'll be a trend. I'll be off the hook forever! There's some wiring a bit exposed if you can pull up the corner carpet in her room, I think. Have at it, Whereveyougoneofftonow. ...Wherever you actually are..

[At this point, he has his cereal all prepared and has started in on it, and just now spots the device, openly recording. There's a beat, and then he decides to just go with it. What the hell. He gets closer to it.] And you, Miss Rose Tyler, I know this- [He pulls the towel off his head and lets it rest around his shoulders, revealing very, very, not just-sort-of-brown hair, but ginger hair.] - was your doing.

[Feed kicks on as we see feet padding rapid-speed from one room into another wearing a dress shirt basically like a dress.] Roooooooooosee! Look! I’m all, tiny! Again! [He hops up on her bed and bounces on his knees next to the blanket covered bubble he knows is Rose, trying to get her to wake up.]

[It takes Rose a little while to wake up because omigod she’s drowning in blankets. When she finally gets out from underneath them all, she’s turned tiny too. She gives him a big toothy grin, pushing all the hair out of her face.]

[The Doctor’s face LIGHTS THE HELL UP.] ROSE! You’re TINY! [He then does the only rational thing he can do. He tackles her, with giggles.]

This is so much better bein’ tiny with you. [She flails a little through tiny!Doctor and blankets and pajamas that are so much bigger now.] Whatta we first?

Well I wanna get dressed. [He flaps his arms up and down for emphasis where the sleeves look like he’s some sort of bird trying to take flight.] And then... I dunno. We didn’t get to the carousel last time, although I don’t... know if I’m that interested. I don’t like being that close to the clock. Makes m’feel weird. too much energy to do drawing. You got any plans?

[She wrinkles her face up, considering this a moment, gnawing on her bottom lip.] M’gonna find somethin’ to wear too and...[thinking thinking thinking. A grin spreads over her face again.] What if we pretend the whole city’s gone to Daleks and Cybermen. We have to defend it ‘cause that’s what we do. Defenders of the...City.

Oh! [You have got him bouncing up and down on this bed, Rose. It is very early for this amount of excitement.] Brilliant! Daleks and Cybermen! But what do we... [‘Splodey noise] them with? I’ve got some stuff I could make into things but I don’t know what to use to shoot with.

[All the bouncing is very contagious and she stands up on the bed to do some bouncing with him, swimming in the tee shirt she wore to bed the night before.] Waterguns! [it’s shouted on a particularly high bounce.] With blue stuff. [bounce] kool aid!

[He pulls off the tie he fell asleep in and hands it to her for some sort of girdle/belt/thing. He had completely passed out unintentionally the night before fully clothed.] Waterguns for koolaid! I can make waterguns easy You go make whatever koolaid’s in the kitchen; I’mma get started on the guns. [Bounces off the bed. Nearly trips over shirt tails.] After I find m’new-old-tiny clothes.

[Rose takes the tie, uses it exactly as intended, turning her tee shirt into a dress and bounds off the bed to get her part of the defence started.]


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[The feed opens sideways on a desk of things that are dismantled and in various stages of repair. There's elbows and muttering and a desk light; the device is sitting near the edge on its side and we get a decent shot of the Doctor attempting to do some jiggery pokery to 'fix' something he's decided is broken.]

...--at then there shouldn't be a - well, no you'd need about eight more of them. Hmm. Lessee, eight to simulate one condenser, four condensers to take the place of one catalytic retrofitter... eighteen rolls of aluminium foil for one of the eight... And then it'll need fuel - that won't be hard, that's all over the place here.

[He reaches for something else and hits the device with his elbow, knocking it to the floor.]

Aah! Damn, I hope that wasn't... that. Loud, sorry are you on? Why are you on? Sorry, this was on. Erm. Goodnight!



[The Doctor doesn't usually have trouble sleeping. Well, because he doesn't usually sleep, but he does need bits of it every now and then, and right now he's not even got those. Feel free to action if you're close enough. (Special treat there; he's not wearing his jacket. EXCITEMENT.) I actually am sleeping; tags come in the morning.]

[The Doctor is coming home super late having been working in the lab this week a bit harder and longer than usual. Mild discovery of something had piqued his chemist, scientist, and inventor facets all at once, and they were proving somewhat difficult to keep scattered thoughts from running rampant over his attentiveness. But right now, was food. And the rare bi of sleep. and to make sure that his companions hadn't... done anything to his lovely box. He pulled out his key and opened the door and walked in on auto-pilot, already considering which was the closest bedroom and if it was his.]

Wait.. What? [This can't be..] What? [It was all shades of wrong and just.. Couldn't. There was no reason for it.] What?


[ooc: The TARDIS that looks like a police box but is at least five square miles inside? Yeah, it's a phone box now. 3ft by 3xft, if you're lucky. Guess who needs a new house? and possibly a therapist?]