On a cold winter's day.... [closed]

[bluesuit_handy]

It's too cold out yet for Andrew to want to sit on a park bench and do his tinkering or people-watching outdoors. On the other hand, too much time spent working on his latest scanner inside the small flat he shares with James has been making him stir-crazy. James is lovely company, of course, and they became more or less used to long periods together in a confined space during their travels between the stars, but today he feels like poking his nose into other people's business -- or at least having a good, long stroll while he looks for some business he can poke into.

Thus far, nothing's turned up. Unperturbed, Andrew makes his way to the park, knowing that anything related to the rift is most likely to happen there. He shouldn't hope that someone will come through or that the rift will cause any new shenanigans, but some small part of him really, really does. He fiddles with his scanner as he goes, not expecting any readings that will actually shed light on the situation after so long of getting nothing useful, but hoping this latest model might pick up wavelengths missed by the last one he put together.

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[theoldgirl]

The TARDIS dislikes the cold too, so she's wrapped herself in an ankle-length dress and a thick coat, even wearing gloves for once. Not that that's particularly helping her fairly bleak mood. In recent days she's been aching more than usual under the rift's capriciousness, though at least that intensely disturbing experience with the distorted language perception is over. Still, she feels sore and tired and hyper-aware of how this universe bends at all the wrong angles around her, and she's going as stir-crazy as her pilot being trapped here. So the Doctor had made her go outside to distract herself while he's doing what he can to boost her systems and soothe her aches.

He'd even dug up money for her to buy some hot chocolate with, which she is sipping from now as she wanders aimlessly through the park. It's little use, there's just nothing distracting here, only crowds of humans and barren vegetation. But then a familiar sensation tugs at her attention, a minuscule taste of her own universe, and a second later she spots Andrew on the other side of the path. Well, any port in a storm... She hurries over to join his side, managing a small smile in greeting and peeking at his device. "What are you doing?"