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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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He's a little surprised they have artichoke memories already on this planet, especially when he'd been convinced his are rather amazing, but that doesn't stop him for long. The Doctor nods, decides he'd really like to keep his body-surfing competitions to himself, and thinks of another. There's so many in there, both good and bad and terrible and absolutely wonderful. So many in just this last regeneration with the Ponds, in fact. He snaps his fingers as one comes to him.
"Y3K. You have that one?"
Y2K, however, is off-limits. He's reserving Y2K as a surprise for Billy and Jamie once he has the TARDIS fixed.
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Almost put Y2k to shame. Almost, though. Keyword there. The Doctor reaches into a pocket -- the one he's tried to make bigger, not quite with the same level of success as Jamie's new super sporran (and its imaginary mint) -- and pulls out a small, credit card sized chip. It's slightly holographic, showing an example of the major cities in Y3K on Earth. He holds it up to Guide's eye-stalk, choosing the one he's noticed seems to be the more dominant one.
"And there's loads more," the Doctor isn't bragging - he's been to multiple Y3Ks over the centuries, popping into a new city for whenever he felt like it.
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The Doctor thinks, eyes withdrawn, and then it comes to him.
"Okay, I've got it. Now, how do I give it to you?" He can think of several ways but he'd rather make sure before he starts anything. The rules, after all, could be quite different in this universe, despite the fact they've already become well-acquainted with artichokes (which was rather disappointing, because he would've liked to share his recipes. Perhaps another world).
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Sitting isn't half as fun with his normal Gallifreyan legs. They don't exactly fold like Guide's do. The Doctor pats the wall next to him, urging Guide to either sit with him or crouch, if he can't quite sit with a bone structure like that, and looks for all the world like he's done this thousands of times before.
Or maybe thousands of times of "close enough". There're still several firsts here. The Doctor laces his fingers together in his lap, boots kicking idly against the wall.
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When he returns, he's holding a small device. <Here it is!> he announces, before standing next to the Doctor. Alas, he's not gong to try sitting.
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Apparently he takes his fake business quite seriously.
"Excellent. I'm assuming this hooks up here and oh, that's slightly counterintuitive isn't it, and...there!"
Guide now has a vivid memory from the Doctor's eyes, staring up at a countdown for Y3K, someone standing next to him hollering their lungs out amidst snow drifting down on their heads. The person, however, is blocked out, but there's loads of fireworks and cheering humans to make up for it. The Doctor turns to Guide and gives him back the memory recorder.
"Now, let's get started on that tour, shall we?"
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[[ooc: You fine with leaving it off here and handwaving the tour?]]
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