Shore Leave: Arrival

[cityship]

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.]]

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[makeherblue]

The Doctor waits patiently for Guide to return, the alien coming back with that mind-boggling gait of his and the memory recorder, both of which are distracting in their own right. It doesn't escape the Doctor's attention that the Guide is being exceedingly prompt today and he makes an absent note to give his superiors a glowing recommendation -- provided the Special Tour is Extra Special, because he did mean it when he wanted it the specialest ever. By now it's slipped his mind he's only a Pretend Official Stuff Inspector, the Doctor plucking the memory recorder from Guide's...not-hands as if he's actually here on business.

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?"

[cityship]

<Yes, right this way Inspector!> Guide said, looking positively delighted with the memory the Doctor's given him (or, more accurately, all the extra credits that he can trade this for later), and moving off to start showing him around XaXing.

[[ooc: You fine with leaving it off here and handwaving the tour?]]

[makeherblue]

[[OOC: I'm okay with that! So just assume Eleven knows all the nice places and places with good stuff?]]

[cityship]

[[ooc: yup, and feel free to make up said places if you want :P]]