http://teethofneedles.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] teethofneedles.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-04-24 04:27 am

She's Alive [Open]

 Anyone wandering into the media library this morning would find a somewhat unfamiliar looking young woman (about eighteen, possibly nineteen) sitting in front of the equipment, head tilted back and eyes closed as she listened to some good, old-fashioned rock and roll. She looks fit, in excellent physical condition and seems cheerful enough. She has one leg folded over the opposite knee, toe tapping as she keeps time with the music. Yeah, she's discovered just how awesome music from twentieth century Earth is and she's enjoying it. 

Give her a minute and she'll probably notice whoever wanders in after her. 
makeherblue: (toa 3 books!)

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-04-24 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Now that's good stuff. The Doctor pokes his head in as Sweet Home Alabama starts really getting into the chorus, curious because this is the first time he's heard some classic rock on Stacy. Well, classic depending on your point of view and...relative position in time and space and there's loads more specifics, but the point is, it's enough to make him have a look into the Media Library.

It's empty except for a young woman. Human, by the looks of her. He doesn't recall seeing her around. Big ship, though, so it does make sense he hasn't seen every single crew member; new; old; or hasn't yet made up their mind. The Doctor tucks away the Otter Locater he'd pulled out, more to check it's working at all than anything else, and pops inside the Media Library. The Doctor joins her (although he can't resist fiddling with the equipment either -- some people have a case of sticky fingers? He has fiddly hands. Very fiddly hands. It's a curse).

"Interesting choice in music," he says, fiddling with a bit of tubing and glancing over at the girl.

And really, she is a girl. Even if she was eighty in human years, she'd still be a girl to him. It's one of those funny things about the human species's short life spans.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-04-25 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor frowns at the girl, because really, there's only a few people on this ship that can get away with calling him "Doc" and it's only out of sheer stubbornness. The voice, too, sounds a bit familiar, the Doctor staring at the girl for a long moment. Something about the smile looks like he's seen it before, too.

It's the fact she's not dead that throws him off.

"Karis?" he peers at her, leaning forward. That's definitely not very dead and he has to say, she really should decide on one or the other.
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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-04-26 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor frowns at her. No, he’s sure he isn’t going senile, because that isn’t how it works. “Horrible mood? More than that. Where’s your armor? And you’re more…squishy.”

He means that fondly. But he’s not used to seeing her with her bones properly hidden and her teeth are humanly blunt and not much good for looking even remotely threatening.
makeherblue: (a christmas carol s)

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-04-27 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he supposed she had a point. The Doctor never much saw the use of wearing body armor day in and day out himself. Sweating apparently wasn't much of an issue with a dead body: a living one, on the other hand, could make that a bit on the uncomfortable side. So the question was how could she have changed her mind about the whole dead thing? Rather big hurdle there and it struck him as the sort of thing you couldn't just decide to change on a whim there.

"I gathered," the Doctor said, still staring at her. Studying her, really. "Are you sure you don't even feel a little bit..." He was going to say corpse-y but instead went for - "...odd?"