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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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"It wasn't as if you didn't have plenty of chances. Now, interesting sound, wrong intervals, I already mentioned they're not right for bolts, so..."
Or he meant to mention. Didn't exactly get around to it. Could've, if he wasn't already past the "it's not the bolts" part. The Doctor stalked away from the wall and pacing in thought past the flesh bouncy couches. They practically begged to be bounced on, the Doctor casting a tempted look at them and there was a silent promise that yes, he'd most certainly have a bounce on them soon. Definitely soon. Just a quick bounce. The Doctor came pacing right back to Merlin, snapping his fingers as something suddenly dawned on him.
"What about before you came in? Notice any flickering lights? Unusual surge? Maybe a hum that sounds more like a groan: the one you make when you bang your knee on something."
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...did he just bounce on one of the chairs? But they're made out of meat! That's disgusting!
But no, Merlin wasn't going to remark on strange bouncing habits. That's one of the things you learned as a servant: don't talk about the noble's strange habits. Especially if they involved bouncing. Much safer to just pretend it never happened and answer the questions.
"No, they weren't flickering at all! And they say it isn't magic," (well, really Merlin sensed that is isn't magic) "but they're all closed up so they can't be getting any air in there - how come the fire doesn't go out?"
Unfortunately, coming from a world where 'lights' meant 'flame', and 'flames' meant 'flickering', Merlin didn't actually realise that steady stream of light on Stacy wasn't the abnormal part.
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"Magic? Could be, depends on your definition of magic and your point of view," the Doctor spread his hands, still talking with them. Well, just shy of flailing with them. Bouncy chair aside, he didn't seem to want to sit still. "What fire? You saw a fire?"
The Doctor sat up straight. It was considerably more difficult getting up then it was bouncing down, the fat shifting under him and the seat determined to make sure he was comfortable whether he wanted it or not. The Doctor spent a few seconds trying to sit up straight(ish).
Whew, this was harder than it looked!
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"No, I couldn't see the fires - they're all hidden. But I don't think they can get out? Well, not unless someone break the coverings, I guess."
And all that bouncing was beginning to make Merlin a little dizzy...
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He had the gall to even sound smugly pleased.
Still, it didn't appear everything on this ship was grown from the same source. Those lights could have been planted on later, if they weren't something straight from Stacy. The Doctor trailed off, seeming to go back to thinking, even if a lot of it was simply enjoying a very well made chair. It was very comfortable. Like fireside comfortable, but better.
"You're a nervous one, aren't you?" the Doctor chimed up without warning. He had that look like he almost wanted to try a test nap on the chair, but his eyes were fixed on Merlin, alert and still taking too long to blink.
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Then Merlin startled, blindsided at the sudden change in subject. "Nervous? No I'm not nervous. Why would I be nervous?" he said, babbling.
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"I don't know. It's distracting."
The Doctor watched Merlin. That was a fairly good babble there. Not that Merlin would win any medals for it (the Doctor had seen better babblers) but still.
"That noise. Was that you? Seemed like it didn't start until recently. It's not a bad noise," the Doctor added kindly.
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"I'm not making any noises!" Merlin protested, still feeling a little rattled. "Why would I be wondering around...making noises?!"
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