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Entry tags:
- !location: planetside,
- !plot: shore leave,
- !status: open,
- anwei ayles,
- astrid hoffersson,
- ax,
- chases-parked-cars,
- daniel jackson,
- dean winchester,
- dhianeila,
- eleventh doctor,
- gertrude yorkes,
- howard bassem,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- lash,
- lord zetta,
- rory williams,
- ryuunosuke ikenami,
- sakura haruno,
- signum,
- snow villiers,
- sonic the hedgehog (games),
- tom berenson,
- tom/iniss
Shore Leave: Arrival
After the briefing, the Orbs Deck disconnected from Stacy, making it's way down to the planet and landing on the top of what looked like...a mall.
Outside, a mismatch of buildings stretched as far as the eye could see on a backdrop of a sunny green sky, a few golden clouds lazily floating across it. Here there was a mall, there there was a endless parade of street shops, and over there was a bazaar. And everywhere you looked there was advertising, selling everything from kitchen knives to starship engines to pet cosmetic surgery.
And populating this world was a practically endless number of species's, all of them brought together by one thing: trading. Credit was being exchanged everywhere you looked, from the shiny exclusive stores to the the dark and dangerous spaces in-between.
As the crew stood around, a peculiar looking alien with a mustache approached them, his oddly-shaped legs and knees making it looks as if he was walking backwards even though he was coming forwards. And as he moved, his accordian-like midsection made moved, making a weird, wheezing noise that might remind some of the crew native to Earth of the sound of Fran Dresser's voice.
<Welcome to XaXing, strangers!> he said to them in thought-speak, eagerly rushing towards everyone. <I am Guide! Your ship has already arranged accommodation for you, and I have been employed to guide you there and answer your questions! But if you would just sell me your memories then I can also guide you to all of the best stores and markets...>
[[ooc: After this post, everyone is free to make their own posts on the planet! Just tag all logs for Shore Leave with !plot: shore leave.
Also, if you have any questions you can ask Guide! ...just be prepared for him to also try to buy your kidney.]]
Outside, a mismatch of buildings stretched as far as the eye could see on a backdrop of a sunny green sky, a few golden clouds lazily floating across it. Here there was a mall, there there was a endless parade of street shops, and over there was a bazaar. And everywhere you looked there was advertising, selling everything from kitchen knives to starship engines to pet cosmetic surgery.
And populating this world was a practically endless number of species's, all of them brought together by one thing: trading. Credit was being exchanged everywhere you looked, from the shiny exclusive stores to the the dark and dangerous spaces in-between.
As the crew stood around, a peculiar looking alien with a mustache approached them, his oddly-shaped legs and knees making it looks as if he was walking backwards even though he was coming forwards. And as he moved, his accordian-like midsection made moved, making a weird, wheezing noise that might remind some of the crew native to Earth of the sound of Fran Dresser's voice.
<Welcome to XaXing, strangers!> he said to them in thought-speak, eagerly rushing towards everyone. <I am Guide! Your ship has already arranged accommodation for you, and I have been employed to guide you there and answer your questions! But if you would just sell me your memories then I can also guide you to all of the best stores and markets...>
[[ooc: After this post, everyone is free to make their own posts on the planet! Just tag all logs for Shore Leave with !plot: shore leave.
Also, if you have any questions you can ask Guide! ...just be prepared for him to also try to buy your kidney.]]
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His eyes skimmed, and he shifted his bag. So, why were they here? Even when the Doctor went somewhere for something specific, it always seemed to go left and become something completely different. Perhaps he was simply being paranoid, suspecting the worst of showing up on a planet.
The thought of something buying his memories was a little disconcerting, but so long as the alien didn't start insisting, he was sure they'd be fine.
At the moment, looking down at the size of the city, he merely feared for his feet, Amy was going to love this place, the Doctor was going to love this place. "Memories. What would you do with them, if we sold them?" Not that he was planning on it, but some of the other people on the ship might.
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Really disturbing aliens, this time, though they seemed rather harmless. He hadn't seen any genocidal types or any rebellion types. That was a good thing.
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He stepped back, putting a little physical distance between himself and the alien.
Now where had Amy and the Doctor run off to? Knowing them, it was only a matter of time before something exploded. And from what Jamie had said, the Doctor was adhering to his normal pattern.