"When we get out of this? And we've dealt with our little friend over in anti-time? We're going somewhere nice. Like a restaurant. With tables, and chairs. And food. And nobody trying to kill anybody. I want the biggest disaster to be a burned crème brûlée! And time? he laughed, "oh I'm giving that away." Jack made his voice as forceful and authoritative as possible, mainly in a vain attempt to cover the fact that on some level he was asking the Doctor out on something that could very well be described as a date.
Not that he'd admit that, of course.
He looked around as the room seemed to creak and shift. It felt as though the floor might disappear from under them, and he got the distinct impression that these rooms had been vacant for a lot longer than three hours.
"Ooh, time waste!" he said with mock sarcasm, "my favourite!" He shook his head as he waited for the next question. "What energy systems do these bases use? Could be some sort of leaking by product?"
The screen bleeped and he looked back to it. "It is said he will knock, but how many times?"
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Date: 2010-01-02 03:53 am (UTC)Not that he'd admit that, of course.
He looked around as the room seemed to creak and shift. It felt as though the floor might disappear from under them, and he got the distinct impression that these rooms had been vacant for a lot longer than three hours.
"Ooh, time waste!" he said with mock sarcasm, "my favourite!" He shook his head as he waited for the next question. "What energy systems do these bases use? Could be some sort of leaking by product?"
The screen bleeped and he looked back to it. "It is said he will knock, but how many times?"
He frowned at the screen.
"Well what the hell does that mean?"