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Entry tags:
- !plot: send in the clones,
- daniel jackson,
- dr mcninja,
- dustin brooks,
- eleventh doctor,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- hana asakura,
- hit girl,
- howard bassem,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kon-el,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- lord zedd,
- lord zetta,
- nightwing,
- querl dox,
- rory williams,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sakura haruno,
- tana moon,
- ter'thelas
"Listening to others, considering well what they say" (Part 3: Maingate Hotel)
The Maingate Hotel was pretty extravagant, and an entire section of it had been eked out for the crew's use during their stay. They had several suites, three communal areas, a conference room, their own kitchen with a chef on call if they required her.
They were all teleported from the main teleport pad of the hotel into the conference room, which was a large enough room to be able to hold a group their size and had plenty of chairs arranged in a circular pattern so they could mostly all face each other or whoever was in the middle of the room.
Everyone had to settle down so they were all able to talk, and the meeting itself would have to be carefully controlled so they wouldn't all talk over each other. But they were up for the task, right?
[ooc: Guardian Setup, General Mingling, Clone Checkup, Newbie Briefing, General Briefing, More Mingling, Back to the Meeting, and The Idea Guy sections are open. Backup characters introduced to the plot can join in the mingling subthreads if they want. The opening of new subthreads will be announced here and the ooc. Please read the linked OOC post for a plot timeline.]
They were all teleported from the main teleport pad of the hotel into the conference room, which was a large enough room to be able to hold a group their size and had plenty of chairs arranged in a circular pattern so they could mostly all face each other or whoever was in the middle of the room.
Everyone had to settle down so they were all able to talk, and the meeting itself would have to be carefully controlled so they wouldn't all talk over each other. But they were up for the task, right?
[ooc: Guardian Setup, General Mingling, Clone Checkup, Newbie Briefing, General Briefing, More Mingling, Back to the Meeting, and The Idea Guy sections are open. Backup characters introduced to the plot can join in the mingling subthreads if they want. The opening of new subthreads will be announced here and the ooc. Please read the linked OOC post for a plot timeline.]
Re: General Mingling
"Oh, well then, I guess we're all right. Wouldn't want to leave my skull in the care of any meddling medical professionals. They might have years of studying the delicate workings of the human body to draw on."
Well, not that Zouichi was human. But anyway, he trusted The Doctor!
...Sort of.
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The Doctor fussed over Zouichi as he took a seat, pacing and milling about with the sonic in his hands as he listened to the man. Shame he hadn't talked to him much before in the Book Club, because "meddling medical professionals" sounded almost what he'd say. They had a habit for wanting to do things by the book and then they'd get cross when you asked to see this mythical book since they kept mentioning it and really, they tended to be a grumpy, high-strung lot. Glad to see Zouichi had a common-sense view of standard doctors and their by the book. The Doctor suddenly stopped pacing and spun on his heel, waving the sonic in his face, just short of jabbing distance.
The sonic buzzed green as he waved it from Zouichi's face up to the brand on his forehead. Big, ugly, glowy thing (well, the glowy bit was actually rather pretty if you ignored the fact it branded Zouichi as almost less than livestock but maybe that wasn't worth going into right this moment). After a moment of scanning him with the sonic, the Doctor flicked his wrist and snapped the sonic off.
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Zouichi wasn't actually particularly fond of medical doctors; they were all about the poking and the prodding and the unnecessary medical treatments. Still, they usually had some scientific training, and he wasn't sure what the Doctor had training in, aside from being singularly strange. He tried not to squirm unnecessarily during the examination, even when the Doctor whirled about, waving that glowy green thing at him.
"So, find anything out?"
[ooc: This is what Sakura found out (http://trans-9.livejournal.com/757631.html?thread=57889919#t57889919). Basically, they're nanites that emit a holoprojection]
Re: html fail, sorry. What did you want him to pick up with the sonic?
"What? Oh! Right, the scan. Interesting stuff," he said, utterly unhelpful. He waved the sonic at Zouichi, still nattering away. "Nanites! Or this planet's verson of them and anyway, it won't be easy getting them out (not worth a good scratch). The brand's a projection, so at a guess, I'd suppose it'll still pop up so long as the nanites are in your system and active."
He thought it might be possible to try removing them manually with the sonic. He wasn't sure. It wasn't as if he'd worked with this planet's technology and it was all rather exciting if you could get past the whole questionable turn of the negotiations and the behavior of the Galileans. Clone labor. Not much for that himself! Anyway, Zouichi had been a well-behaved patient himself by sitting still and not trying to jump into his sonic eye first, which was already much more promising than some of the...individuals he'd encountered in the past.
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"Makes sense, I guess. If it was a tattoo created using an ordinary chemical compound, my systems probably would have eradicated it by now. But I have to say, I'm not crazy about having foreign nanites in my system, either."
No telling what else they were doing with their little nanite selves.
He nodded to the sonic screwdriver. "What is that device you're using?" Because it was awfully suspicious, scientist or no.
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So the Doctor could appreciate what he took to be Zouichi being calm and objective about this.
He was about to tuck the sonic back into his pocket when Zouichi gestured at it. The Doctor held it up.
“Sonic screwdriver. Wonderful little thing if you need a good snoop around,” he said, as unspecific as before. “It seemed to like you, not that it’s sentient. Could be sentient, I suppose, if I twiddled with it, but yes.”
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"Glad to know I've got high approval ratings with the power tool audience." Sentient screwdrivers, Doctor? Really?
"It doesn't look particularly sonic, or screwdriver-like, though. Unless it's a sonic Swiss screwdriver. So am I to take it that you're an old hand at snooping?"
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In other words, really really.
The Doctor paused, as if stunned Zouichi had to lose his common sense and turn into Rory Williams on him. His mouth parted and then he drew himself to his full height, offended. He shook the sonic screwdriver at Zouichi. "I'll have you know this," he waved the sonic, as if it needed pointing out, "is loads better than a regular sonic or a screwdriver."
He found himself fussing with it protectively in his hands, turning it over and over until he settled for tucking it back into his pocket, away from nonhumans who couldn't appreciate a sonic screwdriver for being at the very least ridiculously brilliant. He could see this one probably doing well with Rory, the Doctor still frowning at Zouichi even as he asked about snooping.
"Very old hand," the Doctor wasn't very humble about it. "Snoops, lurks, slinks: you name it. Why? Did you see a place you thought could use a good snooping?"
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Zouichi raised a hand as if to defend himself. "I apologize," he said gravely (and hopefully with no hint of humor at all). "I was clearly out of line when I implied your sonic screwdriver was in any way inferior to either."
"...Although you still might not want to deliver that line around any blue hedgehogs."
He'd never met Rory, although he'd heard about him secondhand from Howard -- apparently the man was fond of Furbys. Kind of strange fixation for a nurse.
"I'd say there were quite a few things worth snooping around for here. In particular, this resistance our hosts are so worked up about. Oh, and what the government is planning to do with that genetic information they took from each of us. And..." Now he was smiling a little, though the expression looked distinctly sardonic. "...how many 'compromised' clones they've destroyed thus far."
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It didn't surprise him there were things worth a snoop. He'd thought as such even before he hit planet-side. Many planets had their own little secrets, dark and not-so-dark, and this one wasn't any different. There always did seem to be a Resistance, didn't there? The Doctor filed that away for future use, tilting his head slightly as Zouichi -- quite rightly, too -- expressed his concern about what had been taken. Never knew what they could do with that sort of thing from his friend here. The Doctor's smile was a bit sad, even a little tired looking, at the idea of what the Galileans would probably characterize as "destroyed stock".
"Probably more than anyone's comfortable with," the Doctor said. "Unfortunately there's not much we can do about them, unless you can raise people from the dead, so I'd recommend we focus on the living. Much more productive."
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"What a clinical way of looking at things," Zouichi said. Sweeping the dead aside in favor of productivity -- that was something he'd expect from an Eldar, maybe. Or a Synthetic Human like himself, brought up to brush aside issues like morality and mercy for others to worry about.
Except they weren't on a battlefield right now. So there was plenty of time to worry about mass murder.
"What course of action do you suggest?"
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And sometimes there was a point you did have to accept the dead were dead. It was an exceedingly dangerous line of thinking to think about all the friends you'd lost over time, all the acquaintances and enemies and that nice fella you waved "hi" to on the street who was going to get brained by a rogue meteorite next Thursday and think, well, you did have a time machine. It didn't have to be that way. You could easily save all your friends, stop wars and do all sorts off dangerous, slippery-slope timey-wimey things, finding it easier and easier to rationalize it all away simply because you were an old man and older than most life forms out there. It was precisely why the Doctor was so cautious about it: he knew how easy, how tempting it was to let his feelings get the best of him. Selfish men were like that...and he thought he was the most selfish of them all.
It was probably for the best he didn't have a working TARDIS on him.
The Doctor chewed the bottom of his lip as Zouichi asked about the next course of actions, lacing and unlacing his fingers together in an unconscious habit.
"Talk first, preferably. Me? Not one for taking things by force, I'm afraid, and you'd be surprised what you can get accomplished with a few choice words here and there," the Doctor said, for a moment looking much older than he was. A person didn't exactly need a TARDIS or big cruisers to topple a government from his experience.
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He watched the man fidget, curious. There was obviously a lot the Doctor wasn't saying aloud, and judging from how he'd reacted with that implement -- sorry, sonic screwdriver -- that he'd brought out earlier, he wasn't necessarily keen on sharing all those details.
Well, fair enough. Zouichi saw little reason to conceal what he was, but many of the crew apparently did, for one reason or other. Though he did wonder if the Doctor was even human, all appearances aside.
"Ah. Speaking from experience? I'm afraid I've been on scant few diplomatic missions. Not exactly part of my design."
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He wasn't lying when he said that, giving Zouichi a friendly clap on the shoulder as if they were old friends and he knew there was a diplomat in there somewhere. After all, he seemed like a pleasant enough fella and the Doctor considered himself a decent judge of character, except when he wasn't. But hopefully he was this time, because Zouichi looked like a good man upon a first impression and he was hoping he could keep that first impression.
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"I suppose I could give it a try," Zouichi said, a little doubtfully. "But we have plenty of people here to handle the diplomacy part already, don't we? Besides, the last time I tried to smooth things over with someone, I ended up with this." He motioned to the mark on his forehead. "Not exactly what you'd call successful negotiations."
Anyway, as far as he could tell, diplomatic discussions involved a few people saying some interesting things and then Zetta expounding loudly and at extreme length about how evil wasn't stupid and he was looking out for everyone and how everyone else was being stupid and wrong and stupid. And somehow still being taken seriously in the discussion.