And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me...

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Any other day, maybe, the Doctor might be wandering the ship, looking for something interesting to pull apart or poke his nose into. He still hasn't had a chance to inspect the brain of the ship, after all, and there's that great big city he'd like to explore as well...

But right now, he'd rather not. He's tired and annoyed, and any place he could wander, it wouldn't be far enough. So instead, the Doctor has sprawled on his back, halfway upside down, on one of the couches on the Obs Deck. It seemed as good a place as any to sit still for a while - maybe not the place to go if he wanted to be alone, but he'll take company over quiet just now.

He doesn't actually seem to be paying attention to anyone who might be in the room, though. Instead, he's playing with an unidentifiable bit of patched-together technology - it's got buttons and flashy lights and a little dish and there is absolutely no outward indication of what it actually does. It's... entirely possible it's not meant to do anything, at least at the moment; he just wanted something to do with his hands, though someone to talk to (or talk at) would undoubtedly be a better distraction.

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"I think she was trying to make us not worry," he explained, glumly kicking at the floor, "But I don't think anyone else from my world is here. I've never seen them, and I go to look, every time."

But...well, it wasn't all bad was it?

"Oh, but I met Samus Aran! And Mister Chief! They're really tall and strong and they're teaching me all kinds of things. I think they're special because nobody else except Sir Brother Cargn wears armor all the time, like they do."

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"And... what do they do that for?" the Doctor asks, frowning just a little - or maybe he's just holding back a smile at that child's logic of 'armor = special, somehow'. Well, there's no reason it can't be both. "Do they really think someone might attack them on the ship, or do they just like to look a bit impressive?"

[dis-courageous.livejournal.com]

"Lots of times, there's attacks on the ship," Komali scolded. He's a child, but he's not stupid, "One time, there were nightmare monsters everywhere, and if you went outside, they'd eat your brain! Samus Aran told me that one time there were pirates and they killed people!"

Told like that, they might seem fairy tales, but they were, in fact, the truth. The Nightmare King's attack had more than just shaken the young bird prince.

"B'sides, Samus Aran and Mister Chief are the best fighters on the whole ship. They want everybody to be safe."

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"But..." the Doctor starts to say, and then shakes his head, cutting himself off. He knows better than to argue with a child he barely knows about someone the child obviously idolizes - he probably won't change his mind, and he very well might upset him.

"I'm sure they do," he agrees after a moment. "'Course they do. If it's that dangerous, though, shouldn't we all be wearing armour?"

[dis-courageous.livejournal.com]

"There's not enough armor for everyone, so only the best soldiers get it."

Duh, Doctor. Though that doesn't explain Grif.

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"Right. Of course." The Doctor nods solemnly - a little too solemnly to be entirely serious, though it's not (quite) mocking either. He cracks a smile after a moment.

"Just as well, really. The plantsuits are bad enough - I don't think I could handle mandatory armour as well. Makes it a bit hard to leg it, for one..."