Hail the Conquering Heroes

[cityship]

Things can happen without Stacy knowing, that much is apparent now. The damage to her sensors is significant. But the fighting clued her in.

After it's all over, after those captured have been rescued, after the injured have been tended to, only the nest is left, and Stacy takes care of it.

||Infestation of Cluster 42, Level 4, Sector 7, Sublevel 12, Zone 37 has been detected. Triggering internal defenses. Decontamination commencing.||

There is a pause.

||Decontamination complete.||

Simple as that, once she knows the problem was there. Her internal sensors are damaged, especially in the city, and so are some of the systems monitoring them. You have to know what's broken to know to fix it.

Such a simple thing and it only took one man dying to make it happen. (His body is gone, by the way, ripped to shreds and eaten. There's not even a spot of blood on the floor. That's the bugs' doing. The bugs' bodies are gone too--that's Stacy's doing).

||Any injured personnel that still have not received medical attention, report to the nearest lift, and you will be transported to the MedBay. Any uninjured personnel, report to the Living Area, to the restroom facilities to undergo decontamination of xenobiological material. Then report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||

Said crew-mates--and the Doctor, who'd skipped out and miraculously ducked and weaved his way to the lift when he'd realized the Master was there--are there and waiting, and just a tad confused.

[ooc: read this first]

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[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

"Because?" he says with a shrug. A little color pushes its way into his cheeks - a hint of a blush. So he isn't just an animated corpse... "It's just... you seem kind of like some of the urban legends I've heard."

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Pixie grinned and flapped her wings a little. Aww! He's blushing! Cute! And way less non-creepy! "What were those urban legends of?" Doesn't matter where she is. She's not saying the M-word yet.

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

He takes a breath, smiling faintly at Pixie. There's still something a little unsettling about him, but it's much less so, somehow. "Faeries—not the Tinkerbell kind, I mean, the mythological rules-and-magic ones. Or people who work for them, or something, the stories are never really very clear on it..."

(Wait, was he quite breathing properly, before?)

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"Oh." She smiles back at him, though...okay...that smile is a little creepy. And...his chest...had it been moving? "I guess you could say I'm kinda sorta like that?"

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

"But you don't seem very... urban legend-y," Chris pronounces a hint warily, his eyebrows going up. "I mean, if you're going to be an urban legend, you should at least try and keep it from being obvious..."

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"Yes, because I can hide my ears and strap my wings to my back and..." She crosses her arms. "What's with the urban legend fixation, Gothic Gregory?"

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

"When going out in the sun makes you peel like an onion, you kind of pick up stuff," he says with a shrug. Maybe he has some medical condition—that would explain the paleness, at least...

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not buying that."

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

He shrugs absently. "You can believe what you want, but I'm not going to go get myself burned to prove it."

He fiddles with the guitar a moment, still trying to compensate for that slightly warped neck.

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

Pixie blinked. "Is there even sun here that you can do that with?" She looked back at the guitar. "Maybe lack of sun is killing that thing too."

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

He points at the floor. "There's a whole city down there somewhere. This place is big... I don't know if it'd affect me like real sunlight, but I don't really want to risk it."

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

Pixie nodded. "Still, you know, peeling is better than turning into dust or something. Or getting painfully sparkly." She grins. Oh, she made a funny. Right? Right? "It's like superfast sunburn." A beat. "Maybe you need like SPF 360 sunblock?"

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

Chris rolls his eyes a little. "Porphyria's not something you fix just with sunburn, 'less you like getting covered in hives and rashes." Ouch.

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

Pixie narrows her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Johnny Depp. I'm just being curious."

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

"What's with the nicknames?" Chris asks innocently, plucking out about a half-minute's worth (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ9jrBg4Lwc) of more notes that might be familiar. His fingers handle those strings seemingly effortlessly - he seems like he must have fairly strong hands.

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"Bohemian Rhapsody. Nice." Pixie flits about, her eyes on his chest, trying to figure out if he's still breathing. "I don't know," she says offhandedly. "I just do that sometimes."

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

He is - lightly. It certainly doesn't quite seem healthy.

He fiddles with the guitar's tuning knobs more. "I guess I should figure out some for you, if we're gonna be fair about it." He waggles a hand in her direction. "Pinky? Wings? —Ogler?"

He seems to have caught on to her staring, there.