"Hmmm? Oh... Regular. Black." Rodney wasn't not picky about his coffee. It just needs to be hot, black, and constantly flowing. Beyond that is a bonus. "Thank you." He crossed the room quickly, found a mug, and poured himself yet another cup.
Turning to take the board from the Doctor's hand, the astrophysicist looked closely at it, at the design. Not elegant, by any stretch, but it might work. Of course, the Doctor could possibly suffer from the same 'disease' as he, that is, thinking that all his plans will work. "I still think there's a generator somewhere on this island. Maybe two to provide the shield. We should find that first, put it out of commission, then try the transmitter." He could cite at least one instance where even the Ancients required something on the ground to hold a shield, and until he'd met the Timelord, the Ancients were the top dogs in the universe, and even then, maybe they were more evenly matched than one over the other?
Rodney's attention turned towards the board, and his coffee, and after taking a seat, studied it a little more carefully, allowing the conversation go on around him. There was one particular point, however, where he had to interrupt.
"Wait-wait-wait-wait..." He looked and sounded a little, well, disturbed. "There are really vampires? Th-th-they're real? I mean... here. Out there." With his mug hand, he gestured off to the 'distance', mindless of direction. "Really?"
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Date: 2006-04-16 01:21 pm (UTC)Turning to take the board from the Doctor's hand, the astrophysicist looked closely at it, at the design. Not elegant, by any stretch, but it might work. Of course, the Doctor could possibly suffer from the same 'disease' as he, that is, thinking that all his plans will work. "I still think there's a generator somewhere on this island. Maybe two to provide the shield. We should find that first, put it out of commission, then try the transmitter." He could cite at least one instance where even the Ancients required something on the ground to hold a shield, and until he'd met the Timelord, the Ancients were the top dogs in the universe, and even then, maybe they were more evenly matched than one over the other?
Rodney's attention turned towards the board, and his coffee, and after taking a seat, studied it a little more carefully, allowing the conversation go on around him. There was one particular point, however, where he had to interrupt.
"Wait-wait-wait-wait..." He looked and sounded a little, well, disturbed. "There are really vampires? Th-th-they're real? I mean... here. Out there." With his mug hand, he gestured off to the 'distance', mindless of direction. "Really?"