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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.
Give her a minute and she'll probably notice whoever wanders in after her.
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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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"I need to take what I can get, Doc. It's not exactly home or familiar, but it's good stuff."
And then there's the voice. Like Karis', but without the dry, dead rasp. And younger, much younger, more energetic.
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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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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.
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"I'm human. Humans are kind of squishy by definition."
She doesn't really understand why he's so perturbed by the situation. She's been like this all along, right? It's not as if she's been some sort of horrid monster before this, mood or no.
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"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?"
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Honestly, if he'd brought up corpses, she would have had no idea what he was talking about. Of course, that was one of the perils of losing time; you lost memories with it. At least temporarily.