Up to Spec [Ali, Doc^5, Nexus]

[onemorebounty]

*Samus had lost track of time in her reading, flipping back and forth through the manuals the Doctor had left, leaving off one to search for something in another. By now, she was surrounded by open books, an empty tea cup, and the crumbs of whatever sandwiches hadn't been liberated by anyone else. She pored on, seemingly oblivious, occasionally

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali answers promptly, as she always does when Samus wants something.

Good news, I hope?

[onemorebounty]

*Nor will Ali be kept waiting.*

Mixed. A question for you, and options for the Doctor depending on your answer.

[vicioussweetie]

Where shall we meet?

[onemorebounty]

I haven't moved. How long has it

*She cuts off, noting the running chronal coordinate on her PINpoint, and amends her question into a request.*

Bring food.

*Sort of.*

[a_bit_put_upon]

(( posting as a new comment, in case you guys had more to say before he gets there xD ))

After a while, the Doctor can be found wandering back into the library with yet another glass of the odd cold tea the TARDIS has prescribed him, after yet another checkup on the rooms of his companions- he can't help but worry in a streak sometimes for no reason. He scans the massive collection, looking for a title that may catch his interest for a short while.

He really ought to be out researching some of the more spectacular things he's learned in and about the Nexus, but while amiable with his friends, he doesn't quite feel up to being stopped at nearly every turn and asked a load of... well, silly questions, most of them. Most of them tend to concern his romantic relations with companions he can barely remember, or possibly has yet to know.

He has decided that being silly is a trans-universal ailment.

[vicioussweetie]

((Nope! That's why we invited you to join the conversation. :P))

Silly truly is a trait shared by one and all. So is giggling, at least if the giggling he can hear from elsewhere in the library is any indication. Or maybe Ali has finally lost her last, tenuous grip on what he'd consider reality; that's always an option. Either way, she seems to be in a very good mood.

"It would probably help if somebody spoke Doctor," she comments to Samus when the laughter dies down, "besides himself."

[onemorebounty]

*It seems she isn't alone in her laughter; Samus, too, is indulging in a rare fit. At least when she goes crazy, her laugh will clearly identify her as such, and won't be as pleasant as this one.*

It probably would. But we can pick out the words we know, and make a good guess about the rest.

*Why, his ears ought to be burning! They're talking about him!*

[a_bit_put_upon]

His free hand is up and touching the spine of a book promising to break down the orders of thermodynamics when he hears the laughter. Curious, he ventures closer to the source, hesitating for a split second when he hears the remark about the way he speaks. Well, he's used to that- he's been hounded many a time in the past by Peri and Tegan alike for slipping into that sort of talk.

He rounds the corner, mildly surprised that Samus is here again- or has she never left?- and leans against a wall shelf, grinning a bit sheepishly. Several feet at Samus' back, he and his grin are in Ali's plain sight, and there he waits for an invitation or a sign of shooing him away, never having been one for interruptions unless they were terribly important.