Strangely enough, or perhaps not so, Dr. McKay wasn't currently in the Land of Nod. Not while all this surrounded him. He wasn't in the control room, no. He wasn't back in the infirmary either, nor did he trundle off to bed. Well, not for long, anyway. He'd worked on a couple more formulae, having located scraps of paper, for the potentials of exactly how they might be able to break the EM fields. The time distortion issue, however, well, he had a couple of theories on that as well.
McKay was back on his feet and exploring, looking more towards the actual physical makeup of the TARDIS than where he was going. He'd discovered a few things, one of which the place was rife with what he'd figured were redundant systems. Nice to know, really. Now to cross reference that with the Doctor, and should his aid be needed before everything was done and over with, he'd have a good, solid foundation. Ships rarely fly themselves, and he happened to have a very good ability to climb steep learning curves.
The lure of coffee, the Martian blend, brought the night owl in the form of an astrophysicist back into the kitchen. It was late, yes, and as he stopped at the door to look to see who was within, he wasn't at all surprised to at least see the Doctor. With his mood still elevated with all the new things around him to touch, to look at, to theorize about, his manner and mien are animated.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
[McKay] Nightcrawlers (tag Faith, Doctor, open)
Date: 2006-04-15 09:00 pm (UTC)McKay was back on his feet and exploring, looking more towards the actual physical makeup of the TARDIS than where he was going. He'd discovered a few things, one of which the place was rife with what he'd figured were redundant systems. Nice to know, really. Now to cross reference that with the Doctor, and should his aid be needed before everything was done and over with, he'd have a good, solid foundation. Ships rarely fly themselves, and he happened to have a very good ability to climb steep learning curves.
The lure of coffee, the Martian blend, brought the night owl in the form of an astrophysicist back into the kitchen. It was late, yes, and as he stopped at the door to look to see who was within, he wasn't at all surprised to at least see the Doctor. With his mood still elevated with all the new things around him to touch, to look at, to theorize about, his manner and mien are animated.
"Coffee. That for anyone?"