[There are tribbles literally everywhere. One had actually managed to clog his shower head for the half an hour Jim took for himself at home, which resulted in some impromptu plumbing before he could even take a damned shower. He hasn't even slept since McCoy's little announcement. Or ate. Or done much of anything but run himself ragged trying to help with the procurement of a gigantic freezer and the containment of the little fuzzballs.
Instead, he'd rounded up a group of kedan, organized them, told them what to do and how to do it, and then parked himself, exhausted, in front of the console, scanning new posts to see if anyone had anything new to add about the tribble infestation. The Doctor's post is the first thing he sees, and in it, Clara's comments.
He spends like, .06th of a second torn between duty and friendship, but the latter wins out, no contest. There's thousands of people here who've all been informed about how to deal with tribbles, but Clara has only a few close friends who actually know and understand her situation.
He heads to her place, so damned glad to have that cast off he actually relishes being able to run, and isn't even winded when he gets to her door to knock.]
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Instead, he'd rounded up a group of kedan, organized them, told them what to do and how to do it, and then parked himself, exhausted, in front of the console, scanning new posts to see if anyone had anything new to add about the tribble infestation. The Doctor's post is the first thing he sees, and in it, Clara's comments.
He spends like, .06th of a second torn between duty and friendship, but the latter wins out, no contest. There's thousands of people here who've all been informed about how to deal with tribbles, but Clara has only a few close friends who actually know and understand her situation.
He heads to her place, so damned glad to have that cast off he actually relishes being able to run, and isn't even winded when he gets to her door to knock.]