"He'll be the Doctor's priority, that's for sure," says Theodosia as she makes her way past the giant statue of Ben Franklin in the atrium. "Doctor D's a busy man at the best of times..."
Not all of the hallways leading out of the atrium are in habitable condition, but the worse-off ones have been cordoned off with canvas- or some kind of fabric, anyway- and scaffolding. One of the two really viable ones has been rather gaudily decorated- think along the lines of the Dresses the Girls are wearing. The other, rather smaller, looks like it probably had an AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY sign protecting it at some point in its history. Right now it just has a metal sheet upon which someone has painted 'The Doctor is In' in a style that looks almost as if the painter had seen work written with a quill-pen once. Theodosia sweeps up her skirts in one hand, steps past the sign, and calls out, "Oh, Doctor.... your clients are back, and they brought presents."
"Real presents, or the armor piercing kind?" comes Doctor D's muffled, wary voice.
"Real presents, Doctor. You're gonna like this..."
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Not all of the hallways leading out of the atrium are in habitable condition, but the worse-off ones have been cordoned off with canvas- or some kind of fabric, anyway- and scaffolding. One of the two really viable ones has been rather gaudily decorated- think along the lines of the Dresses the Girls are wearing. The other, rather smaller, looks like it probably had an AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY sign protecting it at some point in its history. Right now it just has a metal sheet upon which someone has painted 'The Doctor is In' in a style that looks almost as if the painter had seen work written with a quill-pen once. Theodosia sweeps up her skirts in one hand, steps past the sign, and calls out, "Oh, Doctor.... your clients are back, and they brought presents."
"Real presents, or the armor piercing kind?" comes Doctor D's muffled, wary voice.
"Real presents, Doctor. You're gonna like this..."