Video: When Props Attack

[timesbureaucrat]

[The communicator comes on with the sound of a hard crack, like the buttons are being smacked instead of pushed. The communicator bounces with the force of the blow.

On the screen, Narvin is looking wild-eyed and hair askew. He swears in Gallifreyan and runs a frustrated hand over his head.

Well, now that the communicator is on, he might as well explain.]

One of those vile pests has got into my room. If there's an exterminator around, I would pay good emeralds to see the blasted thing put out of my misery. I last saw it disguising itself as a communicator, but where or what it is now...

[He scans the room, sees something moving out of the corner of his eye.]

No don't--! [And runs off chasing after the Prop, communicator still on, but left on the table.]

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[tawarwaith]

[She flashes him a quick smile when he copies her whistle, and then nods]

Yes, more or less. All we need now is a place to hold them. Preferably clear so we know how many are in there to begin with.

[timesbureaucrat]

Indeed, the one in my room is probably not the only one in the area.

[...something clear to hold them in...]

Glass is heavy, not to mention brittle. Perhaps a cage of transparent aluminium?

[tawarwaith]

Unfortunately so. Unless they can teleport, the two who attacked me could no have been the same as yours.

[She had no idea what transparent aluminium was, so she could only assume it would be effective and nodded.]

If it holds them, all the better. It need not be too big, Just big enough.

[timesbureaucrat]

I'll go see what I can cobble together.

[And he trots away to use the spawner to produce a few flat, clear sheets, then quickly welds the corners together into a box. It takes about fifteen minutes before he's back with a clear box.]

Will this do?

[tawarwaith]

[Tauriel was not used to waiting idly so she starts pacing and poking at her room looking around it to make sure there were no Props lurking about in plain sight.

When Narvin returns, she is quick to appear once more looking over the box he had made.]

Perfect! That will be of use. We can go hunting at any time you are ready.

[timesbureaucrat]

After you...[And he wants to add a title at the end, but realizes he doesn't know what's appropriate. "Miss" doesn't seem right somehow.]

Do you have a rank? [Time Lords are very hierarchical. Titles and ranks are important, and if she has one he wants to know so he can use it appropriately.]

[tawarwaith]

I was a Captain of the guard back in Mirkwood. I guess it could be said that it is still my rank.

[She also doesn't know if that still holds true since she abandoned her post and defied her king. A part of her hopes that when she eventually returns home, that it would be her rank again. Rather than dwell on her fears, she flashes him a quick, humorless smile, trying to get herself back on track for hunting Props.]

Shall I meet you in the lobby?

[timesbureaucrat]

All right then, Captain. [He files that in his head. The title is "captain" but the rank seems equivalent to the Gallifreyan Castellan.]

To the lobby then. I'm curious to see how this contraption will work.

[tawarwaith]

[With a nod she collects her bow and daggers and secures them on her person. She doubts very much that they will be of use, but it is by far better than nothing.]

With luck we will catch them before too much damage is done elsewhere.

[She certainly hopes she is fast enough and agile enough t catch a prop before it can escape her.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Or before they embarrass me further. [Narvin mutters. He cares more about his pride than about damage to property.]

[tawarwaith]

[That gets a laugh from her.] Be sure to check your trousers![ Which is said juuust before she cuts the feed.]