the delicate application of science.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Cambot is assisting the Doctor in her experiments today. She has some sort of set of test tubes and things and a Bunsen burner, and she's helpfully talking to Cambot about things that really, really don't make any sense unless you attend the Academy at Gallifrey and/or studied with Makrus B'zor, the father of modern chemistry on the third moon of Hyrellium.

For posterity, you know.

Much more interesting is the sudden BANG, followed by purple sparks which fill the room with pinkish smoke in something like .05 seconds flat. Then the Doctor staggers back into view, looking fairly, um. Well. Her hair's soft of purpleish, and her skin's taken on a greenish tint.] I meant to do that! Well, it, er - [Brb pink smoke up her nose.] Wasn't meant to be quite that dramatic. Hand me that fire extinguisher, would you, Barbara - I mean, Jamie - and tell the Brigadier I might have ruined this laboratory a bit, he'll understand.



[(No Cambots were harmed in the making of this film.)]

Comments

[sylvan-child.livejournal.com]

[!!!]

A-are you okay?!

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Of course I am, Chatterton.

[sylvan-child.livejournal.com]

Ch-Chatterton?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Have you found that extinguisher yet?

[sylvan-child.livejournal.com]

U-um...

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Well?

[hasthecrazy.livejournal.com]

[Very intently studying this display of SCIENCE.]

Smoke bombization is at optimal, I am seeing, but I have the experience of smoke always having vase-crashing accidentals. Fawful wonders what was failing in exchanges for pinkedness.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Wrong flow of neutrons, I suspect.

[hasthecrazy.livejournal.com]

[nods] Too much opinionation.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

I could do with a little bit less of its lip.

[hasthecrazy.livejournal.com]

Take such attitudes with a grain of salt. It needs no lippage if it has enough bite! [giggles]

[bittyzo.livejournal.com]

[Ienzo's no expert in the way of explosions, but he's pretty sure that pink smoke isn't what anyone could call "natural".]

Alright?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Mm? Has the Brigadier answered yet?

[bittyzo.livejournal.com]

[He blinks. He knows he isn't a brigadier, and he's fairly sure he doesn't know anyone else who might fit that description.]

What brigadier?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Leftbridge-Stewart. Tell him what happened, would you?

[bittyzo.livejournal.com]

[There's a longer silence as this, as Ienzo debates whether or not to admit his suspicions about this still-unknown man's presence. After a good deal of consideration, he figures it can't hurt to agree to tell him on the very unlikely off-chance he shows up, so he nods. If he shows up, he'll... mention the strange pink smoke cloud!]

[keeperonenya.livejournal.com]

[Galadriel has watched the proceedings with great interest, mild shock, and a bit of concern, in that order.]

Are you quite alright, miss?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, I'm fine, Zoe!

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Oh now that is good wholesome entertainment, yes sir! I'd suggest trying it again, with even more of whatever makes you go green! And then give it to Mike.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Mike? No, I'm fairly certain it was Jamie.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Oh, and confusing Mike for random other people, too! That is delightful. I don't suppose you can give me the formula for that?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

E equals MC cubed.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Ah! Brilliant! Can't believe I didn't think of that...

[Dr. F leaves. And then, after a moment, he returns again.]

...Also um, what materials are you using?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Oh, just a spoonful of sugar.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Oh, right! Got it! [Dr. F runs out of Cambot's view. After a moment, from offscreen, he yells:]

Oh, FRAA-AAAAAAAAAANK!

[Another pause, and then the loud BANG! of another explosion. Dr. F laughs maniacally. When he comes back onscreen, he drags a dazed Frank with him, now with greenish skin and purple hair.]

These are very exciting results! Keep up those tests, won't you? More explosions like that, and perhaps we'll have a space for you down here, miss!

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Mm, yes. Would you mind finding the Brigadier for me?

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Dr. F: I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that--

Frank: [Raises his hand] Present.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Brilliant! Would you mind finding me another lab? I'm sure that Dr. Sanchester fellow isn't using his for much good.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Frank: Well yeah, but I don't think he'll like it much if I ask to borrow it. Last week I spilled cheetos all over his mold cultures.

Dr. F: ...I think I'll just leave you two to that. [He wanders back to his experiments.]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

...What?

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Well I had these cheetos, and he was doing experiments with black mold, and then the black mold ate the cheetos I spilled! Plus I wasn't wearing my face mask.