BOOM

[spacehipster]

Characters: The Doctor and you.
Setting: Room 1-04's door is wide open and waiting for investigators.
Format: Action is quicker, and is what I'll be starting in, but either works! I will match you!
Summary: The Doctor is trying, and failing, to get his collar off. Ridiculousness ensues.
Warnings: Mild swearing? Also, please, if you haven't already, take a look here at this special permissions post!

[Crash

Bang

Slam]


This thing better bloody well come off or so help me --

[The Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver whirred

Another crash]

Oh come on!

[A small explosion occurs. Smoke fills the room, but the whirr is heard once more, and the smoke begins to clear up.]

Okay. [cough] Right then. [cough] Note to self --- or is it selves?

Well. Note to me: The Sonic Screwdriver does not work on lighty uppy collar thingies.

Comments

...ahahaha they're rooming together oh god this wil be great.

[thisclinchesit]

[Another day, another small bit of info gathered, but none of it all that useful, so Shoutarou is off to retire to his room for a bit. Though...there's smoke coming out of the doorway. That's not good. He barges in, looking around.]

The hell's going on in here?!

isn't it just? :D

[spacehipster]

Oh, you know, things. Of the er. Explosive variety. Not to worry. Not to worry. I'm very capable. The King of Capable, I am. Actually, scratch that. It's a rubbish title.

[Says the man whose hair may or may not be on fire.]

[thisclinchesit]

[Shoutarou just stares at the man.]

You look more like the King of Hair on Fire.

[spacehipster]

That's even worse, you know. The King of Cool, now that's a title.

The Doctor, King of Cool -- and oh you meant that literally.

[brb, putting out fire with sonic screwdriver.]

[furrociously.livejournal.com]

[Do you feel that, Doctor? That's the feeling of someone watching you and your silly human antics.

She's never seen one in person, and definitely not one so old, so she's going to be in lion stalking the gazelle mode.]

[spacehipster]

[He would feel it if he wasn't quite so purrocupied.]

Right. Okay.

Legs? Got two of them.

Head? Still attached.

Hair? A tad singed.

Bow tie? Cool.

Screwdriver?

...screwdriver. Now where did that go?

1/2

[furrociously.livejournal.com]

[Screwdriver? Was that that pretty shiny pointy thingy near her? Must be.

Nepeta casually bats it back over towards The Doctor, but oh god its just so shiny she cant resist it oh god--]

2/2

[furrociously.livejournal.com]

[And she pounces on it.]

Rawr!

1/2

[spacehipster]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Molly peeks out the door and watches him]

You can't get it off! I'm really strong and I can't get it off!

[spacehipster]

Well.

That's just rubbish. I can definitely get it off. Just give me time, a fez, and exactly 13 jamjars.

Forget I said that. I'd need 15 jamjars.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

How can you get it off! [blink] What's a fez and a jamjar?

1/? Who knows...I will tell you.

[spacehipster]

Because I can. Because I'm me. And because I'm the Doctor. [DUH]

2/?

[spacehipster]

A jamjar is a jar.

For jam.

Self explanatory.

And a fez is...

[spacehipster]

Well, it's a...

4/?

[spacehipster]

[Aha! Got it!]

It's a hat! A cool one!

[spacehipster]

It's red. A bit square. Has a charming little tassel.

DONE!

[spacehipster]

You wear it to keep your head warm and look cool!

But mostly just to look cool!

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[...Ok did someone get explosives in their trunk]

...Nothing really works on lighty uppy collar thingies. New I take it?

[spacehipster]

[...he might as well have. His screwdriver isn't fond of the collar]

Well. Not nothing. Something must. Something always does. I'm pretty good at finding that something, you know. Excellent at it, actually. You could even say it's my special skill.

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

Special skill, eh? Well if you find the something none of the rest of us have found, do let us know.

[spacehipster]

'Course I'll let you know. Since I plan on saving everyone anyway, we might as well all ditch the daft collars.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

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Zut-! [] Are you alright?

[spacehipster]

Yeah, yeah! I'm okay. The King of Okay -- wait, I already used that, and it's even more rubbish the second time around.

Point is. I am 100% a-okay.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[]

... I see. [] No luck with getting the collars of hell off then?