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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-02-06 01:36 pm

Welcome to Orongo

Once those who decided to go along on the mission were gathered on the Obs Deck and had time to go over the mission briefing, the detachment procedures began.

As with the missions before, the doors to the Obs Deck closed before it detached itself from Stacy, tethered by a massive umbilical cord. Those who had been on missions before would find the experience familiar if still somewhat unpleasant, but for those of whom this was their first mission, the sudden lack of gravity and lurching feeling as they entered the atmosphere would come as a surprise.

Thankfully though, the ride was quickly over as they landed safely on the planet below, the gravitational dampeners of the Obs Deck gently dropping the crew members back on their feet. One of the walls opened up, forming a ramp to the ground below. There was a sudden, slight gust of air as the door opened as the thick air rushed in. Even so, the air felt quite warm and refreshing.

Looking outside, the crew would see the bright yellow sun looming overhead, quite close in comparison to the sun on most planets. A handful of small, silver clouds dotted the blueish purple sky.

Ahead of them stood a rather impressive looking plateau, surrounded by a tall, ornate stone wall which was covered in tribal markings. Directly ahead was a large gate through the wall, with several small stone buildings in front of it. Beyond the gates, a larger settlement could be seen. Surrounding the plateau and covering the surrounding region were numerous strange, blue and purplish trees and plants.

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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-06 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Come on, they're not all that bad," the Doctor says from behind her. Don't mind him, he's just continuing his Have a Look Around and it's going quite well, thanks for asking. Or not asking, because his corpse-ish friend here has a sour expression. It does make one wonder why she came along when there's not a single acid pit in sight or anything remotely big enough to eat off people's faces.

Well, the Doctor hopes Karis here has fun regardless. He know he is already, the Time Lord beaming at Karis.
Edited 2011-02-06 19:39 (UTC)

I don't know what you're talking about.

[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-06 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd like them more if I wasn't color-blind," Kari hisses. As if to punctuate her point, she stomps on a local plant. Yeah, take that, happiness. The Doctor is so damn cheery it's hard to stay totally mad at him - and Karis finds it really easy to be mad at people, so that's no mean accomplishment.
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excellent

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-06 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor hopes that wasn't one of the semi-sentient life-forms mentioned in the briefing. Karis here could certainly learn some restraint before she goes kicking at flower-looking things or...yes. The Doctor tries to step in before Karis possibly commits more murder, really, really hoping those flowers weren't of the semi-sentient -- or worse, sentient -- variety.

"Then there's form and texture you can still appreciate. You're not blind, Karis," the Doctor remarks. It's not quite a scolding, except it is. The Doctor pulls off his tweed jacket, trying to edge her away from the closest flower by pointing in the opposite direction. "What do you make of that wall? Rather big to be purely decorative, I'd say."

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[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-06 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Karis aims another half-hearted, plate-booted stomp at something else that looks like it might possibly be pretty and a source of joy for local children and romantics before she's pointed away. It's subtle - she can tell he's trying to redirect her and that irritates her to no end, but the question - well, that really is an impressive wall, isn't it? She clicks her tongue against her teeth for a moment, eying the stonework. "First off, try telling me that when I used to be able to see color. It's all gray and..."

She trails off, muttering darkly about how he can't judge her and he's got no right to tell her what she can and can't appreciate and if he does it again, she'll give him a boot where it hurts. So there.

As for the wall?

"...reminds me of the Greymane Wall, back home. Really big, really strong and designed to keep something out. Or in, really." She squints at it - she's no mason, but she has an eye for military fortifications. Plus, she'd ransacked half a dozen troll cities, so you got used to trying to tell what was valuable. "Meh. Could be warning against bad spirits for all I know. Maybe it's the local lord's crest or somethin'."
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I infected you with html fail? :|a

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-07 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Call it a cultivated skill, but the Doctor is completely and utterly oblivious to any possible muttering about putting boots in places boots have no right being in. Or at least he's looking oblivious, because his hearing is excellent despite his...age. Yes. Anyway. Moving on.

So he'll keep off the eyes subject because while he thinks he can dodge any incoming boots (he's had plenty practice dodging just about anything), Karis only needs to get lucky once.

At least she seems to be suitably distracted with the wall, the Doctor still remaining just out of boot reach. Can't hurt to play it safe and stay out of boot radius. "Boot radius" sounds more accurate, so he goes with that. Try being as old as he is and not picking up some survival tricks, even if he has to add "Boots; Dodging Thereof" to the list.

"If only we had a cipher or something," the Doctor heaves a wistful sigh. From the way she speaks, her experience seems sound. He'd really rather not ask why. One, because he probably doesn't approve and two, because it's quite obvious not from what she says but how she says it, how she holds herself while looking at the wall. Asking why is just an exercise in redundancy. "I'd love to know what they really mean. Or really, just to get a better look around! I'd love to see those semi-sentient lifeforms they mentioned!"

He may have forgotten about the mission. Or he's acting like he's forgotten, which amounts to the same thing.

Entirely possible.

[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Don't think Karis doesn't notice that he's hovering out of reach. Boot-range. Whatever. She's used to people giving her a wide berth - well, at least people who aren't Forsaken, anyway. Comes with the territory of being a hideous monstrosity, etc. She lifts the haft of her halberd just slightly, tapping her pauldron in an odd little tattoo - sounds a bit like a military beat, really. It's not loud, either. Just a little "ting ting ting", wood against metal.

"...guess so. Be nice to know if they portend sudden death to all who venture beyond them or something. That crap never ends well, lemme tell you. First you get spirits and angry animal gods and then everything goes to shit really fast."

And then you have to fight off waves of angry jungle trolls. Which isn't too bad, but after a while, your arms start to get tired from all the swinging. She shoots the Doctor a look. One that asks why he cares so much about semi-sentient life. Why he cares so much at all. But she actually says something like this, "I just want to get this over with so we can get back to kicking the Ohm in the teeth. Or teeth equivalent."
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-07 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You're a very negative dead person, Karis," the Doctor glances over at her, but she doesn't seem inclined to go back to murdering possibly semi-sentient flowers, so he's succeeded in that aspect. Excellent! "Besides, if the Ohm can swarm planets, I suspect they're too big to kick in their teeth. Not that there's anything wrong with a little enthusiasm."

The Doctor catches the look and holds it for a moment, then suddenly seems distracted by a cluster of shiny white rocks even further away from the flowers and, it's noted, nowhere near anything that looks like a possible lifeform for Karis to take offense at. Those boots look like they're could use a good stomping, especially with the Doctor maintaining a calculated distance from them. The Doctor takes off for the rocks, turning and waving Karis after him as if it's vitally important she check out rocks with him.

"Over here!" The Doctor crouches down next to a set of ridiculously white colored boulders. He promptly leans down and sniffs the closest boulder, breathing in deep. "Wonderful. I can't even tell what it's made of." The Doctor sounds like he's in heaven. Besides, he has to be positive for the two of them and he's gotten quite good at that over the years. It's not always easy, but most days he can do it.

[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Karis takes offense at everything (or pretends to). It's part of her charm. Well, if you can call a sour temperament and an inclination to take any excuse she can to hurt other people just a sour temperament. She grumbles - if she still had eyes to roll, she'd be rolling them right now - but it's the Doctor. There's something about him that makes people want to listen, for some reason. So, she trails after him, still looking her usual, sour self.

"What's so special about these? They look like rocks."

She gives him the oddest look when he smells them and then nudges one of the boulders with a boot. Predictably, it remains a boulder. And quite solid. "...not full of useful metals, are they?"

Not that she was sure you could tell by smelling them, but you never knew.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-07 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor taps the boulder. Really, she should have a sniff herself, but...right, yeah. The dead thing. She might not even have a working olfactory system, which is rather unfortunate. "They're alien rocks, Karis. A whole new world, in a whole new dimension!"

As for metals, he's not sure. Possibly? He thinks he detected iron, if iron fell face first into some helium and somehow popped out...whatever's actually in this rock. For once his usually accurate sense of taste and smell aren't helping him identify this rock and he's really only established that it's white, big, heavy and covered in little dimples. Pits, almost. Almost like pumice. The Doctor looks up at Karis, glad to see she's behaving herself with that boot, because he might've accidentally put himself within boot radius when he stopped at the rock.

Whew. The Doctor might be inching over to put the boulder between him and Karis in case that boot changes its mind. He also motions her to take a much closer look, as if they're just on a sightseeing trip.

"I haven't the faintest about what's in it," the Doctor admits. "Difficult to say what's considered useful in this universe, at least just from a few minutes out here."

[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, come on. Karis doesn't lash out at random. Much. Too often. Unless she feels like it. She simply leans against the boulder with one elbow instead, watching the Doctor's progress. He's so upbeat and positive and everything she hates in a person, but... he's so hard to hate at the same time. In fact, he reminds her a bit of a Forsaken or two she knew back home. She shakes her head, lowering her gaze to the boulder again.

"...you know. Gold, silver, iron, copper, saronite, fel iron... anything I can use to make stuff with. Otherwise... it's just a rock. Hell, I could see rocks like this all over the place back home!" She drags a claw across the surface of said rock for emphasis. "There's nothing different about it at all."
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ha, don't kill him :P

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-07 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it's because he's used to having company and maybe it's because he's that interested in the rock, but he forgets about the boot and the halberd and...promptly bats Karis's claw away from the rock.

"Enough of that, thank you! ...Oh -- look what you did."

There's a long scratch in the rock now. The Doctor frowns up at Karis, looks like he's of the mind to shake a finger at her (maybe even two fingers, but he's not that cross) and tries to make the best of the damaged rock. The Doctor reaches into his pocket and dabs lightly at the rock with a plaid handkerchief, collecting the powder along the edges of the scratch. He inspects the residue. Finding something about it satisfactory, he balls up the handkerchief and stuffs it into his pocket.

Right. No more flowers or rocks for Karis here.

The Doctor by then has noticed the crowd around a squat fellow, who seems to be fielding questions. Giving up trying to rub out the scratch on the rock, the Doctor stands on his tiptoes.

"Is that our host?" The squat fellow looks very host-like. Friendly, too.
Edited 2011-02-07 04:20 (UTC)

don't think she's not tempted.

[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Karis stares at the Doctor for a long moment, incredulous. What is wrong with this man? She finally breaks out her self-imposed stupor to wave a gauntleted hand at him, voice rising for the first time since they've landed. "Are you serious? Are you really...? It's just a Light-forsaken rock! It's nothing special! You can find rocks like these anywhere! Are you really worried about me hurting a rock? Did I damage its precious feelings?"

She trails off, glowering. No, she does not care about their prospective host. She does not care about the mission.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-07 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"You shouldn't have, provided it's not alive. Hopefully it's not," the Doctor lets the outburst wash over him, unruffled. He's used to reactions like that. Sometimes other lifeforms don't much care for his methods, which is fine: usually it's mutual. They want to point guns at people, he doesn't want them to point guns at people. Things like that.

The Doctor makes sure the handherchief is tucked neatly into his pocket, patting it down as he flicks a sidelong glance at Karis.

"Karis, I just finished saying we're on a brand new planet. Rocks could be alive, flowers could be about a step away from coming up with a cure for the common cold," the Doctor pauses, then corrects himself. "Or whatever they have here instead of the common cold. It's not as common as you think, actually."

[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Give me a reason to care. Once we're gone, I don't plan on ever coming back to this stupid rock." She turns away and takes another look at the wide open fields around them. It's all in washed out shades of grey and black and white. She hasn't seen in color in years, now, and she's forgotten what that was like. Oh well. She shrugs.

"...I don't get why you're so concerned with life. With... stuff."

She waves a clawed hand. He seemed decent enough for a breather and at least he wasn't trying to burn her out. "Everything ends up dead in the end anyway, so why bother?"
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-07 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, so now they're getting to the root of the problem. Or something that's vaguely resembling the root of the problem, because that's an awful lot of bitterness to be a new thing. The Doctor looks down at the scratched boulder. They were lucky this time, it seems.

"And time runs out in the end. The universe just goes up like that," the Doctor snaps his fingers. "No fuss, no blaze of glory; not many people around to even see it. Doesn't mean you can't enjoy what's there."

After all, it's a lovely boulder, Stacy's a lovely, if odd ship, and he does care for all his friends across time and space, even the short-lived ones like the humans. Just because he knows they'll die or he's been to a time period where not only are they dead, but so is the Earth, doesn't mean he'll stop caring. The Doctor tries to figure out what to say to Karis, to show her the world as he sees it. He can give however many speeches he wants, in whatever languages he feels like -- or even musically, like Tir of Antion -- but really, this is one of those things Karis needs to sort out on her own.

The Doctor might dabble in selective non-interference but this? This he'll gladly leave to Karis.
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[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Time runs out for everything. Yeah. That's true," she replies slowly, words coming out as she considers, "...doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. What it does mean is that I need to control what is there while I'm here. I have to make sure that I'm on top. That the universe isn't going to play another cosmic joke me."

She laughs, "Shit, already did. Ended up here. Wasn't expecting that."

She settles against the rock, armor scraping over the stone as she folds her arms. "No, I don't know if I'll make it to the end of the universe or not. But I plan on making sure I can damn well control when I go out and what's happening when I do."

Because being yanked around by cosmic fate really rubs her raw.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-02-07 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
And she's outlined everything he thinks is wrong with her point of view. Control. It's not about control. Control by itself is just so...well, boring. In his mind, it's perfectly fine to just have a good look around, maybe (incidentally) right some wrongs and then go on your way. Have a bit of fun, maybe, like drop in on Y2k or Y3k, even. Nothing wrong with being a guest instead of taking over the party for yourself.

The Doctor is regarding her with a neutral expression: right now, it's not friendly or hostile. It just is. "I hardly think the universe is interested in one specific individual, Karis," he says. "Despite what you think. Ever think that the more you try to assert control, the harder it gets? Pure control's impossible."

And oh has he seen countless civilizations and lifeforms try, all over the universe, all over time. Lifeforms bigger than the both of them tried and failed, over and over. Found out the hard way. Even he'd dabbled in it, something he's not particularly proud of. So yes, the Doctor thinks he knows a thing or two about trying to get control.

[identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
To Karis, control helps keep her sane. Controlling what happens to her, controlling events and people around her, whether because they are friendly, because she has them cowed by threats or because she is simply fitting in - that's key. She's lost control of her own life and actions before - quite literally - and she never wants that to happen again.

She swings her rather eerie gaze back toward the Doctor and snorts. She recognizes that expression. Or at least thinks she does. "Yeah, in the grand scheme of things, no one cares about me. No one really gives a shit about the end or beginning of my life. I know that. But that doesn't mean I'm going to sit still and not try and get better. That I'm not going to try. I can't control everything, but there are things I can and I'm not going to let those just drift by me without reaching out and taking them."

She shifts a few pebbles with a boot. He's really not bad, for a breather. At least he puts up with her (or maybe she puts up with him). "Besides, I can't control the whole universe. Gotta respect the cosmos, because it's a big place and it'll smack you if you try for too much, too fast."