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trans_92011-01-15 01:09 am
makeherblue) wrote in trans_92011-01-15 01:09 am
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It doesn’t make sense. Or, rather, to be entirely truthful, it makes just enough to bother him and that basically amounts to the same thing.
The Doctor paces in front of the blast shield in the Observation Deck. Right now, he thinks he needs a good pace, something to help him think. No sign of Amy or Rory yet, which is surprising, in its own way. Amy has a habit of managing things all on her own, whether it’s saving him from that stint with the Time Vortex and the Entity or the whole of reality. Rory couldn’t be in better hands. If she is on the ship, he would have expected her to come dragging Rory after her by now. So no, it’s not really like Amy there. As for Rory…actually, the Doctor can see him getting lost here; between forgetting to check for gills, the plant-suits and meeting a load of aliens in a huge living ship, a human like Rory might feel slightly overwhelmed. Probably a bit distracting, yeah…
The howling nothing is still out there, the Doctor turning to look past the shield at it. It’s pretty, in the making-you-feel-slightly-nauseous kind of way.
Or maybe that’s just him.
Vaguely disturbing to look at or not, the Doctor glances out at the void outside of Stacy. It’s hardly the first time worlds, plural, have been destroyed or just generally threatened or in a peril-like sort of state. It's actually quite common. But there are signs or it’s meant to happen (history) except he knows as a fact that this isn’t one of those times. Amy and Rory's Earth has a very specific date of death and "death by Ohm" isn't right. This isn’t just a rogue black hole swallowing a dynasty’s system of planets or a quasar misbehaving. It’s…different. The Doctor turns away from the window, holding up the omnicomm in one hand. By now he’s stopped calling it a Thingie, even if it’s a much better name in his opinion. Useful thing, this omnicomm. Helps to keep in touch. He’s been trying to hack into it and get a direct line to Stacy but so far, no luck. Deadlocked, he supposes. Or maybe the new new sonic is still adjusting. Working out the bugs.
The sonic buzzes green in the Observation Deck as the Doctor continues to pace without looking before the blast shield. Occasionally he stops to twiddle around with the omnicomm, long fingers blurring, before he reads another setting on the sonic and then the cycle starts over. Every now and then he might make a full circle of the room, by some miracle not tripping over the fleshy seats, and might try listening to the walls or poking at where they meet the floor. Or what stands for a floor in a techno-organic ship.
[The Doctor is either poking around or looking serious business at the view, whatever works for you]
The Doctor paces in front of the blast shield in the Observation Deck. Right now, he thinks he needs a good pace, something to help him think. No sign of Amy or Rory yet, which is surprising, in its own way. Amy has a habit of managing things all on her own, whether it’s saving him from that stint with the Time Vortex and the Entity or the whole of reality. Rory couldn’t be in better hands. If she is on the ship, he would have expected her to come dragging Rory after her by now. So no, it’s not really like Amy there. As for Rory…actually, the Doctor can see him getting lost here; between forgetting to check for gills, the plant-suits and meeting a load of aliens in a huge living ship, a human like Rory might feel slightly overwhelmed. Probably a bit distracting, yeah…
The howling nothing is still out there, the Doctor turning to look past the shield at it. It’s pretty, in the making-you-feel-slightly-nauseous kind of way.
Or maybe that’s just him.
Vaguely disturbing to look at or not, the Doctor glances out at the void outside of Stacy. It’s hardly the first time worlds, plural, have been destroyed or just generally threatened or in a peril-like sort of state. It's actually quite common. But there are signs or it’s meant to happen (history) except he knows as a fact that this isn’t one of those times. Amy and Rory's Earth has a very specific date of death and "death by Ohm" isn't right. This isn’t just a rogue black hole swallowing a dynasty’s system of planets or a quasar misbehaving. It’s…different. The Doctor turns away from the window, holding up the omnicomm in one hand. By now he’s stopped calling it a Thingie, even if it’s a much better name in his opinion. Useful thing, this omnicomm. Helps to keep in touch. He’s been trying to hack into it and get a direct line to Stacy but so far, no luck. Deadlocked, he supposes. Or maybe the new new sonic is still adjusting. Working out the bugs.
The sonic buzzes green in the Observation Deck as the Doctor continues to pace without looking before the blast shield. Occasionally he stops to twiddle around with the omnicomm, long fingers blurring, before he reads another setting on the sonic and then the cycle starts over. Every now and then he might make a full circle of the room, by some miracle not tripping over the fleshy seats, and might try listening to the walls or poking at where they meet the floor. Or what stands for a floor in a techno-organic ship.
[The Doctor is either poking around or looking serious business at the view, whatever works for you]
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But there was something very intriguing about this guy. A presence like he knew what he was doing, or at least had an idea, at all times. Except now. This ship had a bad habit of doing that to people.
"Nice bowtie."
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The Doctor had reached up, adjusted the bowtie a little defensively and then sputtered to a stop, exactly in that order. It was the same reaction you got when you were going slightly too fast and you ran into a dip in the road or a speed-bump you probably would have seen coming if you were paying more attention. And going slower. And paying attention to that boring sign a few seconds ago. The Doctor floundered for a moment, immediately on the wrong foot. Turning, he was faced with another podling, a young man who was probably human but could very well be one of the close relatives, for all he knew.
"You think so?" The Doctor straightened the bowtie a final time. Oh yes, he liked this human already. Common sense with this one. "Right, the view. One way of putting it, yeah..."
The Doctor glanced out at it again. Swirls of some color but for him, the most noticeable thing was just that feel of nothing a person could get simply looking at it. The Doctor turned away from the blast shield, lowering his sonic and omnicomm. The good bit of pacing he'd already gotten under his belt -- not that he had a belt, but he could use one -- had helped clear his head, so he supposed he could take a break.
"Has anyone taken a reading from out there? Or a sample? I'd love to get a sample. Or samples. I'm the Doctor," he suddenly added, reaching out to shake the human's hand. "Did I mention? Aside from just right now."
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He gripped the Doctor's hand and shook. "Static. My name, not out there. As far as I know, no one's gotten any readings, but I can tell you one thing; no EM presence. It's not natural. Science team'd know more, I'm engineering."
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And yes, he did like that name. Very unique. He liked unique. Unique and short, more importantly, especially in any possible emergencies.
"And a wonderful workplace you have," the Doctor was gracious. More than gracious, because he wasn't pretending to be polite, either. The Doctor jerked his thumb over at the blast shield, "Of course it won't have an EM presence with it being between dimensions. Really should make those readings a priority, you know."
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Well, it hadn't been that many times, but even Batman had given him some credit for his work against the pirates, forming the outsiders, and fixing the ship's sensors. No one knew more about those than him, but that was back before the new captain.