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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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[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."