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[Hushed and awed, just above a whisper -]

Great scott.

[He trudges through the sand that has encroached on the floor of the building he's claimed as his workshop, one that had stood on the outskirts of the City. It's little more than a few half-standing walls now.]

One could hardly say there was a shortage of sand - a curious enough development, it seemed - but this is an extremely drastic and critical turn. Despite my limited experience in the City, I am forced to conclude that this is far more than a simple curse. My understanding is that the lengthy build-up towards this implies something of a far greater significance and a less fleeting nature.

[Then there's the rush of air that signifies a large, heavy sheet being lifted - off of the still-disabled DeLorean. Work's been done, though, and it doesn't have that far to go. There's an audible breath of relief as he finds it intact.]

In any case, these circumstances certainly warrant a bit of reprioritizing...

[ooc: As noted, this is open to action if desired! He's in the Desert City, so if you're in Glass, assume the appropriate distortion. Annnnnd I'm at work right now so tags will be slow/delayed.]

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[He's not that much less skeptical, but the tilt of his head is essentially a shrug.]

It seems a preferable alternative to walking, and I'm afraid the structural integrity of my workshop here isn't going to hold out for very long. Of course, the car can take a bit more than it looks like it can.

[ The Doctor grins. ] Better get to fixing, then, shouldn't we?

[And he gets a grin right back.]

My thoughts precisely! I have an assistant here now, and with an extra pair of hands, I'm certain we can get the car running in no time. Will you be able to get here safely?

Hope you're not counting me as the assistant! [ He nods to the question, though. ] See you in a bit.

No, no, he's a student of sorts that I've taken on. [Said with a slight laugh.]

We'll be here. [With a nod and a smirk, because... well, obviously.]

[ And there is a Doctor in your garage. Another Doctor, I mean. He's rolling up his sleeves (metaphorically; just try separating him from that leather jacket) and ready to help. ]

Looks nearly operational. What still needs doing?

[And Doc slides out from where he's currently working, under the car which is propped up on some desert rocks.]

You made it! Excellent!

[He's sprung to his feet in just a moment, wiping his hands off on the heavy leather welding apron he has on.]

It is nearly there; I was changing out the shocks, then I have a trailer design I'll need to assemble. Should be fast work - enable us to carry more supplies, maybe pick up a few people if we find anyone out in the desert. The car itself does lack a bit for seating.

[ The man is in remarkably good shape for his apparent age. His hair reminds the Doctor of his first self, just a little, enough to make him smile. ]

Time like this I miss my ship. [ Although the sudden imagery of attaching a trailer to the TARDIS makes him grin again. It wouldn't be necessary, but how she'd protest! ] Point me to the trailer. I'll get that going.

[ His sonic screwdriver hasn't been reclaimed by the sand yet. It should make quick work of things. ]

[He's had a bit of help in that department; he was always in decent shape, but a quick trip to a rejuvenation clinic in his world's future has knocked off a few decades of aging. The hair's not doing very well now, though; the sand and wind are really exaggerating it.]

I could only imagine. My strongest lamentation is for the car's loss of flight capability.

[He nods even as he speaks, gesturing toward a collection he's brought together of the surviving scraps. Nearby, he has a design drafted up on a propped-up board. It is a pretty detailed draft, but it's not to the Doc's standards.]

Forgive the crude state of the design; I haven't had the time to do a properly detailed and scaled schematic. And certainly, we may have to improvise given the lack of material that hasn't turned to sand, but the central idea of the design was to give it blades rather than wheels - less resistance going over the sand, easier on the car. It really wasn't built to do much in the way of towing.

[ Flight. Now there was something to fix later. Definitely. The Doctor is making a mental note. And he's looking at the design, somewhat impressed with the detail. He hadn't been expecting anything other than, say, a doodle, which was how he designed things. This seemed like it would work, especially if he fudged a few things here and there. Improved them, he meant. ]

Blades, right. This is more than enough. [ He pulls his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and grins. ] I'll get on it then.

[He really likes his schematics and models and details and things. Despite the detail, he'll have no problem with The Doctor putting his own spin on things - there are few things he loves like sharing interests, and he has enough appreciation for others' work that he'll certainly welcome some collaboration.]

Fantastic.

[And then the sonic screwdriver grabs his attention.]

Now that is an intriguing device. Tool of yours?

Sonic screwdriver. Never leave home without one. [ He grins. ] Works on nearly everything. Not wood. Not concrete. [ He presses the button and it makes a whirring noise, and the end lights up. ]

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