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

[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!]