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[raaaaage]

[good evening, Paradisa. not to interrupt, but...]

Hey, uh... Anyone have experience with handling unstable isotopes?

I've got... kind of a problem.

[kind of a potentially radioactive problem.]

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[cricketycricket]

Excellent. Now, then! What room are you in?

[brace yourself, dude. his finger's pretty much hovering over the keypad, and his other hand's on the dematerialization lever.]

[raaaaage]

...1914. Up in Gaudium Tower.

[cricketycricket]

Be right with you, then.

[and then there's a great wheezing, whooshing sort of sound over the journal...

or ... is it right there in the room with you, Bruce? oh wait, yes - yes it is. over there, in the corner, hopefully there wasn't anything important, because suddenly there's a blue police box shimmering into view as a wind kicks up around it. not quite strong enough to knock anything over, but - it's enough to at least ruffle some pages and drapes. the whole process finishes with a dull thud, and the door swings open. enter one Doctor, all business. unstable isotopes mean no time for small talk]

Alright, where is it ...?

[raaaaage]

[....wow. okay. wow.

it's a good thing he's seen some pretty crazy stuff the last few months, otherwise he might be really freaked out by the blue box appearing in his room. but for now he just looks kind of astonished and surprised and... brb trying to process.]

Uh... the... isotopes? [he points towards a table behind them 8( cube-shaped samples next to a big spinny machine.]

[cricketycricket]

Yes, those, thank you. [he'll move instantly to the table and assess the situation]

Alright, what do you need done with them?

dernit I am determined to finish this thread

[raaaaage]

[the situation looks... pretty tame, actually! legit equipment, nothing broken, just some cubes and some equipment for picking up readings. but give Bruce a second.]

That can wait for a minute, did you-- [pointing.] Did you just... teleport here... in a police box?

YES GOOD so am I

[cricketycricket]

Yes! Well. No. It's not actually a police box, you see, that's the broken chameleon circuit. It's a TARDIS, stands for Time and Relative Dimensions In Space.

[raaaaage]

[s-slow nodding.]

Okay. Well. Then I guess, uh... Yeah.

So this is what I was working on.

[sure, he will just shove all that crazy thinking aside for a moment.]

It's just some small samples. They're supposed to go in this machine, but if I'm right... the place doesn't really want me doing that.

[cricketycricket]

That certainly does sound like the sort of skill Paradisa's fond of taking from people ...

[that's just fine, Bruce, he and all his crazy will be right there waiting for you whenever you're ready. for now, though, he'll carefully pick up the samples and start moving them into place - because it's something he'd invariably be familiar with. Doctors and their science, and whatnot.]

There, how's that? Would you rather them placed differently...?