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trans_92011-04-24 11:10 pm
pretty_lethal) wrote in trans_92011-04-24 11:10 pm
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The Change [open]
Neither Rachel nor Marco had any real trust in the medical situation they'd both been forced into. It seemed like they had been tricked and betrayed; and it meant that there were instantly a few more people crossed off their list of who they should trust when they escaped. In fact-- it left them at each other, it seemed, when they did escape from medical, two cockroaches slipping out of sight while medical was distracted from them.
Of course, this was compounded by the fact that several communications posts went up shortly after-- one announcing a Quarantine (thankfully they'd gotten out in time for that) and one announcing their abilities to the crew to warn them. And then things got worse-- Marco's morphing began to get weird, and Rachel... literally split into two.
This wasn't going well.
((ooc: As Blue's OOC post said, we need to make sure that only the people signed up for taking the two 'groups' (Nice Rachel and Marco in one corner, just Mean Rachel in the other) to Quarantine are the ones who actually do that. Other than that, feel free to try and do it! Tag under the header for whoever you want to thread with and feel free set the scene, and ours will enter in. :) ))
Of course, this was compounded by the fact that several communications posts went up shortly after-- one announcing a Quarantine (thankfully they'd gotten out in time for that) and one announcing their abilities to the crew to warn them. And then things got worse-- Marco's morphing began to get weird, and Rachel... literally split into two.
This wasn't going well.
((ooc: As Blue's OOC post said, we need to make sure that only the people signed up for taking the two 'groups' (Nice Rachel and Marco in one corner, just Mean Rachel in the other) to Quarantine are the ones who actually do that. Other than that, feel free to try and do it! Tag under the header for whoever you want to thread with and feel free set the scene, and ours will enter in. :) ))
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He looks down at the otter, which seems none the worse for its travels - unlike the Doctor, who has enough of a pong about him that even the Scot, with his 18th century sensibilities about bathing, has noticed.
"Phwoar. Where was that beastie, anyway? Ye smell worse than the wasteland did back when we were up against the Krotons."
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Yeah. That was totally it.
He glanced up at the Doctor, eyes narrowing a little. "Why are you even here?" he asked, suspicious.
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He peered at Rachel and Marco. Marco wisely showed a sense of self-preservation by covering his nose, so the Doctor decided there was no point in pointing out that Marco, your nose would probably be the first thing this otter would like to take a bite out of, in case it did get loose. Not that the Doctor can blame him. Marco had an extremely nice nose, as noses went, and he supposed if an otter took a disliking for someone, he'd go biting for his best feature. Rachel, on the other hand, looked like she could use a two-way cling with Jamie. Jamie certainly didn't seem to mind. Besides, Rachel seemed to be harnessing her inner clinger, so that was that.
"Looking for you two!" The Doctor smiled. Had a bit of a good crawl, climb and slime swim while he'd been at it, too. "Maybe you could use a sit. Or Rachel could use a sit, you should probably...keep doing what you're doing."
In other words, backed up and with nose protected.
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"Poor otter," she mumbled instead. She didn't get why Marco seemed so bothered by it! It was totally cute, it had just obviously been through some rough stuff. Though she wasn't entirely sure if it seemed friendly...
Nice Rachel looked at the Doctor, and asked, tentatively, "Were you, like, looking for us to take us to medical?" she asked. She still didn't want to go.
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Backed up and nose protected sounds like a really good idea to him, for at least as long as it took the Doctor to convince the rest of the group of his intentions. "Don't worry," he adds, directing the comment to Marco. "The Doctor will explain everything."
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If there was one thing Marco had learned by now, it was that Kang hadn't just protected the Visser. He'd turned the whole ship against them. It was just like back on Earth, where they'd never been able to trust anyone, ever.
"Like hell I'm going to sit down," he said, staring challengingly at the Doctor.
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Very extremely bad idea for Marco to sit down. The Doctor glanced down at the otter. The animal by now had paused in its weaving about his feet to glare with those calculating beady otter eyes at Marco. He assumed calculating otter thoughts were clicking around up there: possibly working out the best plan of attack, or finding the weakest tension point in the leash (that was what the Doctor would do, if he ever found himself as an otter cross with Marco's face). Oh yes, the otter definitely wanted Marco down and with his hands away from his nose.
A much much much easier target.
Nudging the otter back with his boot and trying to put himself between it and Marco -- but trying not to look like he was forming a Time Lord shield -- the Doctor exchanged looks with Jamie. Jamie, of course, had it in his head to do the sensible thing and offer Rachel a handkerchief.
The otter sniffed, whiskers twitching, as Rachel commented on it. If there was a way for an otter to look slightly placated, apparently Rachel calling it a "poor otter" was the way to go about it. The Doctor cleared his throat, rather used to being asked to explain things, even what (he thought) were the most simple things that didn't need it.
"Anyway, as I was going to say, I certainly wasn't planning to lock you up. Talk and possibly try to find out what's wrong, yes. Unless you wanted to be locked up?"
The Doctor peered at Marco and then at Rachel. Morphing powers or not, they looked human and peaceful...ish, so he'd rather sort this out quietly. It was a lot easier when the rescuees were willing. What would help was if they could get them to a nice, quiet place and he could talk with them in private, maybe scan them with the sonic screwdriver and see what it thought. But the important thing was making sure they didn't hurt anyone. So far, so good?
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And at least the Doctor was being kind of nice. He seemed like he meant it when he said that he didn't want to lock them up. "I, like, don't want to go get put in Quarantine or anything," she spoke up.
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One Rachel's settled, he does remove his arm from her shoulder, although if it looks like she needs the comfort again, he can easily put it back. She seems a little calmer, though, if that smile was anything to go by, and he gives her a small encouraging smile of his own to try and tell her everything will be okay.
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But if they went into Quarantine, they wouldn't be able to save his mother.
"Maybe instead of talking, you and that psycho otter of yours should be having a shower," he said, still eying that otter. "Seriously, man. They can probably smell you from three floors away."
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"Probably. Good defense mechanism, smell. Helps to keep prying eyes away." He tapped the side of his nose like he was a fellow conspirator and not someone trying to get them to come peacefully to Quarantine and anyway, that was all incidental, really.
Rachel and Marco both didn't seem to want to go. Not that the Doctor could argue with that; "quarantine" was such an ugly sounding word, full of -tines and necessary Q's and easily one too many A's for its own good. If their places were switched, he probably wouldn't want to go himself, just on sheer principle of the matter. The Doctor blocked the otter again with his boot.
"Right! As I was saying, I'm sure you're both aware there's something funny about you two. Temporally funny, not tickle-me funny," the Doctor added, as if it needed clarification. He didn't quite see the point being too gentle about it. "I suppose without any help you could bleed out of Time in a few weeks on your own, if not less."
That part was more to himself but maybe he should've thought to say it under his breath instead of laying it out like that.
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Of course, then his explanation about 'bleeding out' of time sunk in. She didn't want that to happen! It sounded awful and gross and painful. What would happen to them? Tearing up again, she voiced this, "I don't want that to happen!" she protested, voice high. "That sounds totally awful!" Oh no, oh no-- this was bad-- and even poor Marco was going to have it happen to him, too? Maybe they were better off listening after all. "It won't really happen, will it?" she asked, sniffling, and looking at Jamie for reassurance again.
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Maybe if Rachel can be convinced of this, that in turn would convince Marco, he thinks. Although, with that otter around...Jamie flicks a glance down at it. It still seems very determined to get at Marco, from what he can tell, and he has no idea if that is going to make a difference in what the lad's reaction will be. Still, it was worth a try.
"Could ye not at least consider letting them do so?"
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Rachel.
His eyes flicked over to her, frowning a little. He'd thought that she must have just morphed starfish again, because...well, anything else would be completely insane. The idea of losing time was insane. So when she'd claimed that she'd only morphed the starfish once, Marco had just dismissed it as just Rachel getting mixed up or confused.
But while Marco didn't want to admit it - their lives had already been completely insane for a while...
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“Can’t say if it will, but I’d lean toward ‘yeah’ for now.” He glanced at Jamie as Jamie chimed in. Jamie was being quite helpful right now, the Doctor pleased to have this sort of backup.
Of course Marco had to be the anti-Jamie, the Doctor wheeling around to peer again at Marco. With a poor attitude like that, no wonder the otter wasn’t too keen on this particular human. Surely they had to have noticed things off about them, people reacting to their memories as if they were…different. But he supposed it was one part of human nature to want to cling to the tried and true “it can’t possibly happen to me” mentality.
“Of course you could always wait longer and find out once you’re gone through puberty backwards,” the Doctor remarked. He held up a finger. “Or, and this is probably the better alternative (at least I think so), you can come with me and we can try to get you sorted before that happens. Trust me, puberty backwards isn’t fun. And think of all those baby teeth popping back in reverse!”
The Doctor shivered.
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Plus, the stuff that the Doctor was describing also seemed really awful and gross! She really didn't want any of those things to happen to her.
"Okay," she said, looking over to Marco apologetically. She really hoped he wasn't going to be mad at her. "I, like, don't want anything bad to happen."
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He may seem completely wrapped up in reassuring her, but he's still paying attention to the Doctor and Marco's conversation. He's just not commenting directly there. Better to let the Doctor handle things on that end.
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"We can't just go and sit in Quarantine," he argued, gritting his teeth trying to hold back the antsy jitters he was getting. He didn't want to tell them about his mother. He never wanted to tell anyone about his mother. He'd already gotten enough of that from her being dead. Except he didn't really have a choice otherwise, did he? "There's a slug in my mother's head, and we've got no chance of getting it out of her if we're in Quarantine. You really think that nothing 'bad' will happen with Visser One out there, huh?"
He glared at Rachel, before crossing his arms and looking away. He didn't want to think about this. Didn't want to think about anything other than finding Visser One. But he still didn't know the answer to that question, and he knew he needed an answer. For one, long moment, he didn't say anything. Then with the decision made, he looked back at Rachel, his voice quiet now. "How many times did you morph the starfish?"