TARDIS Quest

[LifeOfGesture]

Waggle our eyebrows continuously. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

[Arganaut]

"I can see how smokin' hot you are myself, babe." The Janitor said, fixing up his attire to look a bit sharper. The woman was clearly becoming more and more bewildered by The Janitor's behavior.

"Er, yes, I suppose it would be obvious..." She muttered to herself, cleaning some sweat and grime from her brow. The Janitor just scratched the back of his head, suggestively waggling his eyebrows. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

"While I do admit that it is kinda nice to see you hot and bothered..." The Janitor began as he casually walked further into the room. "I am a guest of the park, but I am also a specialist management is consulting with. I told them I wanted to talk shop with their best engineer, and they sent me this way."

Her face almost seems to brighten at the end comment, a grin forming on her face (although one still balanced out by a look of some discomfort with the tone taken).

"Oh, I see. Yes, I suppose that'd make sense, what with everything that's been going on. So, what can I tell ya Mr...?"

[NotreallyHere]

"Bond, James Bond" Because what is the point of time travel if you don’t make use of forgotten quotes to seem clever.

[Wittgen]

I am the bone of my broom
Brushes are my body and bleach is my blood
I have mopped over a thousand pukes
Unknown to dirt nor known to cleanliness
Have withstood my sexiness to clean many messes
I have many regrets but regret none of them
So as I pray, Unlimited Janitor Works.

[NotreallyHere]

Roll for Seduction checks, no way the chick can resist our Gallifreyain SmexxynessTM.

[Arganaut]

"Smith, Fred Smith." The Janitor pulled out his Psychic Paper, showing it to Eveline who just glanced over it and nodded. "But back at HQ, they call me The Janitor. I'm the bone of my broom, brushes are my body and bleach is my blood. I have cleaned so many messes that I'm unknown to dirt nor known to cleanliness." The Janitor grinned, the young woman just staring blankly at him for a few moments. Soon enough, she chortled, covering her mouth with her hand as she struggled to withhold her laughter.

"My, Mr. Smith, do you begin all your questioning like this?"

[NotreallyHere]

“Only when there are beautiful woman evolved.” Wink

[ewuvi]

"Always." Completely serious expression.

[Wittgen]

"On Tuesdays, yes."

[lordofdrummers]

Why would you even do something like that?!

"What day is it? Because if it's Tuesday, yes. If not, I'm sorry for wasting your time." Turn away sadly, hoping to guilt her into talking to her.

Alternatively, pull a nine-millimetre and put it against her head. We're not the Doctor, you know, and it's always good to be able to defend yourself. Think about how much we could have p***ed off those Angels if we had shot off their ears? Or their noses?

Even if we don't threaten her, we should at least have a weapon in case we get into a life or death situation.

[NotreallyHere]

I don’t think we should pull a gun on this chick, and frankly it’s a little creepy that you would suggest that.

I agree that we should carry a gun though, preferably something in a .500 magnum. No such thing as too much firepower.

[lordofdrummers]

Hey, I wasn't seriously suggesting pulling a gun. I was just illustrating a point that a gun is a useful tool for a semi-immortal being. And you're right; there is no such thing as too much firepower.