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[storminmywake]

"I just learned that some people don't understand the difference between entomology and etymology. And that bugs me in ways words can't describe."

The pun was excellent.

The Doctor just couldn't decide if Tracey's timing was deliberately malicious or purely coincidental (scalded nasal passages from tea wasn't something that he ever thought would be on his bingo card of 'things that happened to him', and yet, here he was). Worth it, though. Others, it's been a while since he's laughed like this.

"Wha', you're going to let their ignorance beat-le you so easily?"

[storminmywake]

(From this post: https://www.tumblr.com/storminmywake/786012438642540544?source=share)

Tracey grinned cheekily up at the Doctor. "Swearing is fun!" she said, replacing a test tube in a centrifuge and activating it. "I like swearing!"

The Doctor put his feet up on his desk, grinning; the results would take a moment to get in. "I's good, right? And the more languages you know, the more diverse the swears! Funny what some cultures consider cussing- more than a few culture where you can't say the names of cutlery implements."

[storminmywake]

"Can you settle something for us?" Tracey asked, cell phone held a few inches away from her head. From the phone, the voice of Osgood could be heard making a logical, if impassioned, argument for something.

She hadn't even been in the office for a whole minute yet, before approaching the Doctor. He was the first person she'd found who could be kinda-sorta considered an "adult," at least comparatively, so as far as Tracey was concerned he got to be the judge.

The Doctor was bored. Nothing (well, relatively speaking: small things were happening, but nothing that UNIT really needed him for) was happening, he'd hit (yet another) wall in regards to his research into travel between universes, and he was pretty sure the TARDIS was going to zap him if he tried doing any maintenance (she didn't need it).

He had been contemplating going into R&D to tear apart abandoned prototypes and see if he could build it better when Tracey wandered into the room with her phone outstretched and her request to arbitrate a situation. (It sounded like Osgood on the other end? Couldn't be 100% certain - the volume from the device wasn't high enough for him to make it). He was relieved for the distraction.

"Do my best to," he replied with a grin. "What's the topic of debate?"

[jamesbloodybond]

"Here, let me help. I've had my fair share of battle wounds."

Bond shook his head. "I appreciate it, and I empathise - but I can manage. It won't be easy, but you have a lot on your plate too. Thank you nonetheless."

[storminmywake]

"Director Steward offered to loan me her dad for Father's Day, and I'm only half-sure she was joking. You know her better than I do. How worried should I be?"

The Doctor laughed. "Whether joking or serious, The Brig is alright for a military chap. We're old friends, if tha' makes any difference. You'd probably get on."

He thought of Tracey, of how trouble seemed to follow her and how creative her solutions could be, then considered Alistair's reaction to it all. He grinned. "Actually, if you intend to take Kate up on the offer, let me know. I'd be happy to introduce you, and it's been a while since I've seen the man."

[nightacquainted]

(Have a lol whenever you come back!)

"Trust me," Tracey grinned, holding the uniform up. "It's ComicCon. If you wear this, NO ONE will think twice. I've got one too, it's FINE!"

It hadn't been easy, but she'd found one in his size: a gold and black Star Trek uniform! It was even the same series as hers, the original 1960s version!

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Vincent... had his doubts about this, to be sure. But even if Tracey was a bit erratic at times, and sometimes had ideas that were... well... easily definable as unwise, he trusted her not to lead him into something dangerous. At least not deathly dangerous. "Alright. I will trust your judgement."

The last words of a man about to regret so many things...

Nevertheless, Vincent did his best to get the outfit on, hoping it looking good enough to blend in with other fans of this particular television show. Judging from how excited Tracey was, he guessed that he looked at least passable. "But did characters from this series have a face like mine?" he asked rather innocently, wondering how there was any chance at all that he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb, even at a convention where one of the major pastimes was to dress up as all manner of odd characters...

[nightacquainted]

(LOL, for the funny!) Tracey hesitated when she saw the jar Vincent was investigating. "You might not want that one," she said. "I... That's catnip. It's a sedative, but... you know, I have no idea if it's safe for you."

Maybe it was. Maybe the suspicions she had about his biology were completely unfounded, and it would just be a nice cuppa for the man.

Or maybe it wasn't, and bad things would happen.

Perhaps it was unwise for Vincent to be snooping around in Tracey's kitchen, but... she didn't seem to mind. She had various spices and things, and he had gotten curious, opening one jar and sniffing the contents. It smelled... curiously good.

"It does not smell like a sedative," Vincent said, taking another sniff. It tingled in his nose and made him feel... a little more aware than he was a second ago. A little more jittery. "Are you certain?" he asked, because it was not the effect he might have expected from something labeled as a sedative...

[ordinariums-a]

@flawed---by---design cont. from here

He paused, and frowned, turning to look at the other. His gaze lingered as he tried to make sense of what he said, but... yeah, no, what? "Well, you're a hell of a distraction."