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curiousredsoul ([personal profile] curiousredsoul) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-08-04 12:59 am

Meeting of a Doctor and a Dragon[Closed]

[Bendy-timed back to just after the engineering meeting, closed for Fifth Doctor]

The meeting had proved quite interesting to Celena.  Gave her a good deal to think about, both about the department itself, the people within it and the projects that had been brought up. Needless to say she would be looking further into the department herself. Apart from simple interest in it all she had gathered two particular outcomes from the meeting, one a possible step along in the completion and work of a project she'd been working quietly for the moment, and the second an encounter with one calling himself the Doctor and a request to talk with her after the meeting.

And thus here she was, waiting near the door to Special Weapons, waiting for the Doctor patiently. A softly glowing crystal device held to a thin chain hanging around her neck displaying what seemed to be a holographic schematic of a device of some kind, what it was was hard to tell as the dragoness manipulated the image thoughtfully, though a light swipe of a paw would disable the image once the Doctor approached her.

[identity profile] celery-brooch.livejournal.com 2010-08-04 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
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The Doctor in question had been delayed in this encounter, having made plans before the meeting to discuss the GLaDOS issue with Billy and, thus, his priorities were set. But with the room now relatively cleared and mountains of research waiting idly in the Media Library, the Doctor was free at last for some extra, personal prying. The jumping from task to task, gathering information as he went, reminded the Time Lord of many of his adventures, only helping to reassure him that this was just another one, just one more accidental mission that would turn out for the better in the end, where he and the rest of his companions would escape, relatively unscathed, time lines in order and destination in mind, back into the TARDIS and the hungry, relentless time vortex.

But I digress.

The dragoness’s device, functioning or idle, immediately caught the Doctor’s attention—it was, after all, the essential reason for why he wanted to talk to her—but he didn’t mention it or the topic of interest at first. Instead he approached Celena with a genial smile, gave her a short bow with his hands in his pockets (“How do you do,”) and unfurled a somewhat abused Panama hat to place atop his head of blond hair. A casual motion was made towards the empty hallway.

“Shall we walk?”

[identity profile] celery-brooch.livejournal.com 2010-08-09 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
And so they walked. On a spaceship the size of a small moon, they could continue to do so through these hallways for quite some time without reaching anywhere definitive. This was perfect for the Doctor's needs, of course—the chances of running into a certain someone decreased dramatically in these winding passages out of the usual transit areas.

Not that it gave him any excuse to waste time by dodging around the subject matter. Pleasantries aside, the blond Time Lord strode along at a casual pace and, as if noticing it for the first time, gave an inquisitive glance at the device around Celena's neck.

“Pardon me for asking, but that is quite an intriguing mechanism you have.” He raised his brow expectantly. “—A holographic storage unit, I take it?

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[identity profile] celery-brooch.livejournal.com 2010-08-14 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh?"

Yes, that would make sense—the mind worked much like a holographic projector, what with its separate parts infinitely recurring. Storing thought processes or scanning a mental image into such a device would, therefore, be quite simple given the correct layout and the capacity to handle a time variable, and it could even serve as a direct link between outside information and the brain, like a subliminal tape, only far more effective. The Doctor was impressed.

"I see...if I may ask, who exactly have you constructed these knowledge crystals for on this ship?"

[identity profile] celery-brooch.livejournal.com 2010-08-18 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor nodded, appreciative but still thinking. Clearly his mind was elsewhere and, judging from that worried expression crossing his face, it wasn't anywhere pleasant.

"Then I will be sure to contact you if I ever require one," he assured the dragoness before quickly jerking the subject back to his erstwhile goal, "Uhm—so you did make one for Nanashi? Did she happen to mention why she wanted one?"

[identity profile] celery-brooch.livejournal.com 2010-08-21 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor bit his lip. He was inclined to cover his tracks—he wasn't sure if Nanashi still consorted with Celena on a regular basis and would thus be trying to find out about him as he was—but Celena hardly seemed like the type to intentionally stab him in the back, so long as she knew the situation and knew what was at stake. Which meant that the Doctor would have to trust confiding in her.

"I—yes. I do have my suspicions."

[identity profile] celery-brooch.livejournal.com 2010-08-23 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor almost felt bad for what he was about to say. He never enjoyed ratting people out—usually he didn't, not if it wasn't absolutely necessary—mostly because he figured that he could fix the problem by himself, and mostly because it seemed hypocritical, made him untrustworthy. Even if Nanashi was up to no good and the Doctor knew it, running to others with confided information made him no better than the ones he was fighting against. Just another messenger. Just another pawn.

But surely...no, this was different. The Doctor didn't know anything for certain, and Nanashi hadn't given him any specific information, hadn't made him promise not to tell anyone else. This was just...a bit of concerned gossip. The Doctor was helping her. Yes. That would suffice.

"...Celena, I've met many corrupt individuals in my lifetimes. I know how they act, what they desire, and most importantly I can pick them out from a crowd."

He paused and bit his lip uncertainly.

"—Now I know it seems irrational, but Nanashi really doesn't sit right with me. Everything that comes out of her mouth is...artificial. I can't trust her."