Every Time Lord in the room gathered round the robotic infant and its human and examined it closely.
"Hmmm. We may yet, Captain Harkness, we may yet!" Five observed after a few beats of their nudging and poking. He darted round his other selves and was under the console in a moment. Eight joined him, while Two and Three made their way into the interior again, presumably after more tools and equipment.
He could hear the sounds of sonic screwdrivers and the occasional pop and flash of objecting circuitry. The TARDIS bore all of this with stoic equanimity--after all, the Doctor always repaired whatever spur-of-the-moment changes he made. Well, usually.
"We can--" flashpop! "Ow! Rig a localised timetrace detector beacon on this, er, child, and feed that signal through the main temporal guidance system," Five said from under the console. "That'll give us the originating co-ordinates." He came out from under said structure and looked up at Jack again. "Hopefully."
Two and Three returned, dumping a myriad of odd-looking tools onto the console.
"Temporal detector beacon," Three said, holding up a ... thing.
"Oh, I had one of those at University!" Two grinned, reaching for it. Three snapped it out of his reach. Eight hid a smile.
"All we have to do with this is narrow its focus and attach it to the ... infant." You know, like you do.
Which is what he and Two did (arguing all the while about frequency modulations), while Five and Eight had a slightly more agreeable time at adjusting the temporal guidance system to take its co-ordinates from said thingy and put it through to the viewscreen.
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Date: 2007-04-10 11:19 pm (UTC)"Hmmm. We may yet, Captain Harkness, we may yet!" Five observed after a few beats of their nudging and poking. He darted round his other selves and was under the console in a moment. Eight joined him, while Two and Three made their way into the interior again, presumably after more tools and equipment.
He could hear the sounds of sonic screwdrivers and the occasional pop and flash of objecting circuitry. The TARDIS bore all of this with stoic equanimity--after all, the Doctor always repaired whatever spur-of-the-moment changes he made. Well, usually.
"We can--" flashpop! "Ow! Rig a localised timetrace detector beacon on this, er, child, and feed that signal through the main temporal guidance system," Five said from under the console. "That'll give us the originating co-ordinates." He came out from under said structure and looked up at Jack again. "Hopefully."
Two and Three returned, dumping a myriad of odd-looking tools onto the console.
"Temporal detector beacon," Three said, holding up a ... thing.
"Oh, I had one of those at University!" Two grinned, reaching for it. Three snapped it out of his reach. Eight hid a smile.
"All we have to do with this is narrow its focus and attach it to the ... infant." You know, like you do.
Which is what he and Two did (arguing all the while about frequency modulations), while Five and Eight had a slightly more agreeable time at adjusting the temporal guidance system to take its co-ordinates from said thingy and put it through to the viewscreen.