Quantum Physics 123: Wednesday 2 November

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor looks tired today. He drops his books on the desk, hard, then stands in front of the classroom.]

Today we're going to continue our discussion from Monday on paradox. [As he speaks, he moves back to the whiteboard, where he writes PARADOX in big black letters. Then he pulls out his desk chair in order to sit down.] We had some good questions the other day, so [he sits down] please keep this u--


((OOC: Further play is in comments. A guide to the behaviour of Gremlin!Ten is here.))

((EDIT: The Doctor's now at large somewhere in Fandom High. No new threads, please.))

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[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

As The Doctor sits down, an angry growl is heard. There is a banging noise under the desk as something objects to the intrusion of The Doctor's legs. He feels a bite on his shin.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam arrives in class just in time to see The Doctor beating the hell out of the gremlin. She studies his form with the chair and can't help thinking they need to get a gremlin baseball team together. He'd make a good faculty advisor--especially if they used cricket bats.

"Sir! Are you alright?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

What just happened?

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia is just about to take her seat when she sees the Doctor jump up and bash something small that has just scurried out from under his desk. She just stares at the (now flat and rather sticky) thing on the floor.

...Ce dracu!? Are...are you alright, Doctor?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John slides into class and notices the different air about the class immediately.

"Uh, am I in the right class? Quantum Physics, right?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He jumps up on top of the desk, feet landing with a squelch in the remains of the gremlin.] Class, Ms Carter wants to know who I think I am. She wants to know why I teach what I teach. Well...

I am the Oncoming Storm. I am the last of the Time Lords. And I am the destroyer of worlds, in order to keep YOUR arses, human or no, from being exterminated like cockroaches. So you'd best LISTEN CLOSELY in this class, because you never know when you might just be stamped.out. [He grinds the toe of one Chuck Taylor into a gremlin organ.]

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Can we assume that Hank was there but just observing all this? I just got home from work and this was the first that I *could* comment.)