[Anyone who catches the Doctor moving through the halls of the station today will find him moving with nearly manic energy. Walking's for losers, apparently, because he's moving everywhere at- well, not necessarily a run, but it's an awful lot of jogging.]
[Most of the morning he can be found in the Holodeck, pouring over the control panelor whatever type of interface it might have, if there's not a physical interface. He's looking carefully through the settings and any pre-scripted scenarios available, trying to find any kind of actual information about the station itself, or better yet, some kind of access to the stations computer systems at large.]
[Later in the morning, the holodeck is being used for it's intended purpose, more or less. The Doctor has turned it into... someplace very orange and a bit green, apparently? Whatever it is, he's running around the central console, furiously tapping keys and throwing levers, and occasionally hitting it with a small rubber mallet, because of course he is.]
Come on, come on- ah!
[He gives the controls a last frustrated smack, shoving away a monitor mounted on some kind of sliding track around the central column.]
Not enough processing power, not nearly enough-
[In the afternoon, he's back to the library, with another stack of books, and a notepad covered in scribbles. The handwriting is... not as bad as a doctor's traditional handwriting, but it might take some examination to make out. There's also a few odd, circular runes of some kind. The one thing that might be easy to make out at a glance is the sentence scrawled across the top of the page in blocky, scribbled letters, and then circled a few times for emphasis: EVERYBODY LIVES. There are, embarrassingly, multiple exclamation points.]
Mods to the Holodeck, please
[Most of the morning he can be found in the Holodeck, pouring over the control panel
or whatever type of interface it might have, if there's not a physical interface. He's looking carefully through the settings and any pre-scripted scenarios available, trying to find any kind of actual information about the station itself, or better yet, some kind of access to the stations computer systems at large.][Later in the morning, the holodeck is being used for it's intended purpose, more or less. The Doctor has turned it into... someplace very orange and a bit green, apparently? Whatever it is, he's running around the central console, furiously tapping keys and throwing levers, and occasionally hitting it with a small rubber mallet, because of course he is.]
Come on, come on- ah!
[He gives the controls a last frustrated smack, shoving away a monitor mounted on some kind of sliding track around the central column.]
Not enough processing power, not nearly enough-
[In the afternoon, he's back to the library, with another stack of books, and a notepad covered in scribbles. The handwriting is... not as bad as a doctor's traditional handwriting, but it might take some examination to make out. There's also a few odd, circular runes of some kind. The one thing that might be easy to make out at a glance is the sentence scrawled across the top of the page in blocky, scribbled letters, and then circled a few times for emphasis: EVERYBODY LIVES. There are, embarrassingly, multiple exclamation points.]