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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]
Yep! Completely human, no metal showing at the moment.
Angie tilted her head toward him, giving it some thought. "I've never seen her refuel. Which doesn't mean that she doesn't. She's massive, after all, and we can't see all of her.
"On the other hand, the only other ships I've seen that travel the Bleed? Were fueled by baby universes." It wasn't pretty, but she had no idea who had even created the Carriers. "And yes, she does seem to travel through the Bleed most of the time. She only drops out into a universe if there's a specific reason."
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The Doctor stroked his chin, thoughtful, "Probably doesn't need to refuel that often then. Lucky for those baby universes." He looked up, and smiled, "Yes, right. Hi. I'm the Doctor," he held out his hand, still thinking aloud even through the introduction, "So what're those specific reasons? At a guess, I'd say those missions I was hearing about."
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She took his hand in a firm handshake. Quite firm, actually. "Yeah, pretty much. At a guess, I'd say that Stacy may take fuel from the surroundings as well. If it's not a baby universe or a white dwarf or something." Her smile widened. "Angie Spica. Sometimes known as The Engineer, though less so around here. We have a lot of engineers, after all."
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"The Doctor," he said, shaking that hand. "Makes sense, huge ship like this. Probably needs a lot of engineers and other crew. By the way, lovely set of names you have there."
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Her grin widened as she let go of his hand. "It does. Actually, we probably need more than we have, but Stacy only wakes people up in fits and starts. And when people compliment a set of my anything, it's...not usually my names, admittedly."
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Not that he felt the need to go accessorizing again with it. Interesting to find out that there were probably countless other people still in pods. Still in "storage". Well, there was a way, counting all the pods that weren't opened. That sort of thing. Didn't clear up who was in there exactly, though.
"They should," the Doctor says, "Good set of names. Does Stacy release names of those waking up before, or not at all?"
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She shook her head. "No. As near as I can tell, it's sort of random as to who is released at any one time. I could be wrong, but we've not seen a specific pattern. Names tend to end up released as missions come out and I assume the captain has access to a current crew roster that includes everybody who is awake at the moment."