trans_9 | Fuzzy Dangerous Things

Bored and seriously needing a way to distract herself from knowing her world was gone, Claudia had decided that the ship did indeed warrant more exploring. Blah blah blah, she'd heard the warning of not exploring on one's own. But C'MON! The ship was pulsing and was fleshy and all around ew! How'd they just expect her to sit around???

Walking a little bit further, and realized that she must have stumbled across the Weapons and Possessions locker. Grinning, she peeked inside and seeing that there was no one else inside, sauntered in and looked around with wide eyes.

"Dude no way!" she squealed her gaze falling on various objects that she recognized from various movies and video games she'd played.

"Sweeeeeeeeeet!" Man, Artie would go nuts in this place! Her eyes widened as she slowly walked around the room, her fingers trailing along various objects and her mouth seemed to be twisted up in a perma grin. This was waaaaaaaaay too cool!

Hearing a noise behind her, Claudia suddenly spun around and her elbow caught the edge of a cage -sending it crashing to the ground. Wincing, she looked around, hoping that no one had heard the sound. Well since no one had come barreling in demanding to know what was going on, she seemed safe at the moment...

Or so she thought.... Until she heard a whimpering sound coming from around her feet.

Looking down, she smiled seeing what looked like a fuzzy ball of fur looking up at her with the most pathetic eyes she'd ever seen. "Awwwwwwwww! Aren't you cuúuuuuuuute?!" Claudia cooed and leaned over to pick it up. It looked oddly like Fizzgig from The Dark Crystal and awww! It was too sweet! But as she reached for it, the fur ball snarled at her and snapped at her with a row of very sharp, very pointy teeth.

"Hey! What the-" Claudia cried, snatching her hand back before the creature could latch onto it. "So NOT cute! HEY!" She squealed, jumping back as it snapped at her ankles. "AHHHHHHHHH!" She quickly scaled up one of the lockers as the ball of fluff decided that her ankles would make a most excellent snack.

Peering over the edge of the locker, Claudia scowled down at the furry thing. "Not cool! So not cool...." She sighed, her gaze drifting toward the door. NOW would be a good time for someone to actually come in. Nooooooooow would be good.... Or now... "Helloooooooooooooooo??? A little help here! Someone? ANYONE?!"

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"Can't you just... Like kick it in a cage or something?" Claudia asked, her eyebrows furrowing, though she's not against blasting it with a laser either.

"You think there might be a laser in this room? Seriously? I didn't see any when I was poking around earlier..." Though she also hadn't had a chance to continue being nosy, she'd unleashed the furball from hell.

"I found what looked like an ordinary pen before that was a laser, so ye never know." Yes, he is familiar with pens and not 'dude'. Go figure.

"But I wasna thinking of lasering the beastie. If this robe doesna have any hidden surprises, I can use it as a net, I think."

"A robe? Why would there be lasers in a robe?" Had she missed part of the coversation? Seriously she must have because the robe just seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Umm... But do ya think you can kinda hurry and find it already? I kinda have to use the restroom."

"I dinna know, but I'd prefer not to risk it." The robe, however, seems clean, and Jamie starts to move over towards where the fuzzball was last spotted.

"Alright, ye wee beastie. Are ye going to cooperate so Claudia can get down or no?"

"Du- Jamie, where are you from where robes have lasers?!" Claudia asks, arching an eyebrow. SEE?! She remembered his name!!

CLaudia peered over the edge of the lockers and pointed toward a pile of random stuff. "Did you check there? Watch out though! Seriously sharp teeth."

Jamie stops for a moment and matches eyebrow with eyebrow. This would possibly be more effective if said eyebrow wasn't almost immediately hidden by his bangs. "I've not seen a robe with lasers ever, but the pen that was a laser was in here." So, of course, in Jamie's mind, everything in here now has the possibility of having a laser in it.

"Actually, where I came from originally, there were no such things as lasers." That came rather later. He moves over to look at the pile Claudia pointed out, calling out softly.

"Here, beastie, beastie, beastie."

"No lasers?! Dude, uh Jamie, where are you from?!" Seriously? No lasers? Sounds like not such a cool place.

She watched him as he hunted for the furball. "Do you see him?" she asked, dropping her voice to a whisper just in case. Hey! You never knew about fur balls!

"Scotland," Jamie says - not really helpfully, given the kilt and accent. "It's just that they hadna been invented at the the time I was born."

He holds up a finger and crouches down a short distance away, studying the pile intently and looking for any sign of movement. He's got the robe ready, just in case.

"Oh reeeeeeeeally?" Claudia grinned. "I've never been there before..." she trailed off and she looked at him strangely again. "Dude.. Jamie, whatever, how could they not have been invented?? What time are you from anyway?!!"

She suddenly squealed and began pointing behind him. "Watch out! It's goin' for your butt!" she cried watching as the furball made a dash toward Jamie.

Either Jamie's got excellent hearing or really great reflexes, because at the squeal he leaps out of the path of the furry menace, and thus manages to avoid being chewed on.

Getting a better grip on the robe, he starts to chase after it, only to lose it again under a pile of stuff.

"Ah..." he says, after catching his breath. "The 18th century. So no lasers."

"That thing is evil!!!" Claudia cried watching as it burrowed into a pile of stuff. "If it's hiding in there... Do you think it's safe to get down?" She asked, her eyes widening hopefully.

"Whoa? SERIOUSLY?" She blurted out, eyeing him completely impressed/awed/flabbergasted. "Seriously how old are you?!"

"Maybe? I think it depends on how hungry it is. But I can protect ye if ye want to get down. I'll know if it's going to attack." He sounds very confident about that.

The fact that Claudia is that impressed with when he's from is not lost on him, though. "Oh, they've not told ye about the different times, then. I'm..." He thinks for a moment. "Wait, let's see. When I met the Doctor I was about 17, and then I traveled with him for a few years before Stacy...so 19, I think. Maybe 20 now."

He shrugs. "It's hard to keep track, sometimes."

"OK, I'm trusting you to keep that thing away from me," she tells him with a very pointed look before cautiously climbing back down off the lockers. She glanced around quickly before making a beeline to Jamie and scooted around so he was blocking her from where the furball had hid itself.

She peaked around at him, confusion completely evident. "Seriously? You don't know how old you are? That's gotta kinda suck."

"Part of it is being on Stacy, though," Jamie says, keeping an eye on the pile as he starts to move towards the door, then adds, "Keep behind me, aye?"

Did the pile just move? Jamie stops, and looks. No, it doesn't appear that it did. "There is - or was, I don't know if that'll be different now - no real way to keep track of time. So why worry about it?"

He so didn't need to tell her to stay behind him - she's already doing that. That and watching the pile for any signs of movement!!! Evil ball of fluff.

"Oh, well. I dunno," Claudia admitted with a slight shrug of her shoulders as they backed their way toward the door. "Though, I know exactly how old I am. So I'm either the same age as you are or a year younger." To her age is kinda a big deal. She so didn't want people ever thinking she was old! Not that she looked like it but you could never be too sure.

"Och, I wouldna have guessed 19. 17 or 18, maybe, but not 19." He smiles at her, meaning it as a compliment.

"Anyway, what I said before, about the different times - when Stacy saved people, she saved them from all sorts of different times, aye? So ye may run into other people from the past, or the future. Or your own past or future, come to think of it."

They're a few inches closer to the door, now, but it's slow going. Sudden movement may attract the evil, after all.

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