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I am bored.
I spent the last few hours idly refining my team for that Biotech adventures thing that's basically an excuse for them to all be shagging the computer (as played by John Simm)(I'm not obsessed, I'm focused).
So far I've decided the pshrink calls herself Phoenix and won't admit to being originally Phoebe. She has a whole flamey theme going on. Also a tendency to wear V necks to show off her heart surgery scars. That part might not work cause I don't know where the scars would be or what they look like, but you know, in general, there was heart surgery, and she's not one for covering up scars. Or being afraid to be a geek in public.
The mechanic is a transman with more practical than paper qualifications. Maybe a mature student. Traveled, seen the somewhat steampunk solutions in recycling technology in some of the poorer areas of the world. Isn't really impressed with cutting edge until it gets properly useful. Will tinker until it is. Turns up at job interview, sees computer screen is on the blink, fixes it before he sits down. Wears those trousers with all the pockets, all full of tools. Also some cool rings, like titanium ones with patterns on.
Yes, I designed the fashion choices of fictional characters nobody is going to get to meet.
Also figured out how he'd get her to go on a date. It involves poetry. And a TARDIS key.

I'm so so bored.
It's half past one in the morning and all I've done for like 10 hours is try and get to sleep and it still hasn't worked.

The other characters on the ship-with-a-brain are all, like, superpowered, and made by biotech somehow. Like I was going to borrow clone!Jack from SG1. Only aged up a bit. And less creepy with the high school thing. But as well as them I wanted some characters that were just regular people, only somehow connected to the same topics. So I figure surgery could be a theme.

Now I need to decide what the character with the way cool purple metal legs does for a living. Maybe they're a driver.
*thinks*


PS Never google for scars. Not with images. Not without brain bleach handy.

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I'm up, awake, dressed, and eating breakfast.
This state already bumped into several problems.
Like the way I seem to have run out of trousers. I finally found a pair that aren't in the wash already, but they're made of weird fabric and I think I Do Not Like. I've got to wear them today, but I strongly suspect they're going in the charity bag when I get back. I have two other pairs in the charity bag already because the pattern just got to be too much. The fabric on them is nice though. I might end up swapping. One of them is the same type as murder victim on the right in Torchwood 1-08 wore. But without the blood.
Then there's the 'start the day with a painkiller' issues. My mouth feels like someone jabbed it with a needle then stuck a drill in there. Which, you know, happened. It'll calm down. But my mouth also only fits together properly if I make that face you make at the dentist, that combination of 'worried!' and 'I can't feel that side anyway'. Anywhere else and it feels like I've got some food stuck under my tooth. Makes me grumpy.
But hey, up, dressed, nearly ready to go. Call that a win.


I think I had 7 hours sleep. Maybe. Does it count when you wake up but think sleepy thoughts?

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I have no car. A car was supposed to pick me up 20 minutes ago. But there isn't one.
This makes the whole getting to college thing a teensy tiny difficulter.
Dammit.
I've already missed one of the buses that could get me there. The other one will cut it very fine indeed in terms of walking up to college from the bus station.
I phoned the car place but got an answerphone.
Urgh.
Difficult!

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I'm all grumpy and tired and I can't remember what I was going to put in this window.
Bugger.