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trans_92011-09-16 12:15 am
hi_there_aliens) wrote in trans_92011-09-16 12:15 am
Archaeology, Natural Disasters and You [Closed]
The trip down revealed that Taleen was going to be of several things, none of which were pleasant. Arid, pale with a light dusting of red from the rocks, and yellow-white grass that extended in plains all the way towards far off mountains . There was a giant gash in the land near the orb landing area, which resolved itself into a massive canyon as the party drew closer. Spider webbing out across the top of the canyon were signs that a civilization had once flourished here. Traces of broken pillars and half submerged buildings, as well as what looked like a downed ship that had embedded itself in a massive building. There was no movement visible amongst the ruins now. As the dry wind blew through the stonework, it would became clear that they were walking into a mass graveyard.
Not somewhere you'd want to spend your vacation.
For some people, this was going to be a field day.
According to the scans and what little records they had, there hasn't been a sentient being around for hundreds of years. The majority of native wildlife had moved out of the area, seeking refuge. The land looked dead already. In the sky above, several specks of light twinkled in the sky, growing bigger with each passing hour. In a few days, it will be raining fire.
[Closed to Daniel, Eleventh Doctor, Sofia, Jamie, Hoshi, Howard, Billy, the Master, River Song, Cassie, Tom]
Not somewhere you'd want to spend your vacation.
For some people, this was going to be a field day.
According to the scans and what little records they had, there hasn't been a sentient being around for hundreds of years. The majority of native wildlife had moved out of the area, seeking refuge. The land looked dead already. In the sky above, several specks of light twinkled in the sky, growing bigger with each passing hour. In a few days, it will be raining fire.
[Closed to Daniel, Eleventh Doctor, Sofia, Jamie, Hoshi, Howard, Billy, the Master, River Song, Cassie, Tom]
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Once he's settled that to his satisfaction, he lets his eyes slip closed, dutifully pushing thoughts of that particular bonny lassie aside and trying to think of just his breathing. He takes a deep breath, then another. As he does so, he can feel himself slowly starting to relax, a bit of an ache he hadn't quite realized he had easing some. He can feel the rise and fall of his chest, his lungs filling with air that's still quite hot and sticky even as the last of the daylight fades into evening.
Even so, he's not sure where to go from here, and he can't help but ask, "Now what, Doctor?"
At least he didn't open his eyes this time.
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The Doctor flaps his hand at Jamie. "Oh, don't mind me! Go on!"
To make matters even worse, the Doctor casually reaches into his pocket and pulls out a book, tattered around the edges and lovingly dog-eared, the exact sort of thing you'd want to read with the sky blazing that color and the hot scrub-land air. The Doctor settles down next to Jamie, for all intents and purposes reading. Every now and then the Doctor snorts at something or laugh at something under his breath, despite having read the book who knows how many times and to the casual observer, it would look like he's not even paying attention to Jamie -- possibly has even forgotten the human's ever there.
But even as he's turning the page, the Doctor sneaks a glance over, sizing up his human before he goes back to his story which is so dreadfully fantastic that Jamie really ought to consider reading it too when he wasn't so busy being productive.
By now the sky's deepened to that lovely shade of purple, a few stars peeking out at them. The Doctor sits next to Jamie, close enough to be a constant presence and certainly close enough to touch, and pulls out a tiny torch so he can continue reading.
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Making a small noise in the back of his throat, he lets his eyes slip shut again. It takes a couple of minutes to get the grumbling thoughts to subside, but once he does, he tries just not to think of anything at all apart from his breathing. Eventually, he fixes on a spot inside himself that he wasn't sure he knew was there before - something in the middle of his chest, near where he supposes his heart might be. Slowly his awareness of the outside world slips away, his focus narrowing to that spot, and his breathing.
A lassitude slips over his limbs, making them feel heavy, yet oddly comfortable. A stray thought sneaks in, that he could spend some time like this, just drifting, but he shoves it away, doing his best to simply try and breathe. This time, there's no question. For once, he's quite quiet.
Now, if he can keep it up without falling asleep there could be some hope for him yet.
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Or it looks like you are. The Doctor makes the mistake of actually getting engrossed in his reading, glancing up only to realize that Jamie’s being far too quiet and still for a human, his head bowed against his chest, breathing steady, and either he’s doing exceptionally well at his first go at meditation or…or he’s asleep.
Which wouldn’t surprise him.
The Doctor gives Jamie another minute before he folds the page where he’s stopped and sets the book down, turning to Jamie. That is an astounding lack of not meditating right there, he thinks.
“Jamie?” He tries again, this time reaching up to poke his Scot square in the side of the head. “Jamie McCrimmon.”
Well, maybe this was too peaceful and it probably doesn’t help that humans are one of those species who like to get a bit of rest the moment it gets dark. He pokes again, all rather insistently. Don’t worry, he’ll keep right on doing it until Jamie wakes up if he has to. The camp below them is coming to life with soft lights, the hive of Captain Eneesh’s glowing with a soft, almost friendly light from within, little dots of movement where the bugs or Stacy’s crew were finishing up what they could on the dig for the day.
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And asleep he is, looking very peaceful despite the angle his head's fallen at. Left that way for any length of time, he could very well wind up with a crick in his neck when he wakes up. Fortunately, the Doctor seems quite set on making sure his Scot doesn't suffer from too bad a case of stiffness there. Left alone, his name being called likely wouldn't have been enough to wake him, but that poke does the trick. Jamie startles awake, eyes not quite focusing for a second while consciousness reasserts itself. ""Wha? W-What's going on?" His gaze fixes on the Doctor, the book light providing a bit of illumination - enough for him to make out the familiar lanky form. "Oh. Doctor. There ye are."
He rubs at his eyes for a moment, then takes in the soft glow from the hive below and the small bits of movement he can catch from this far up. "Och. I fell asleep, didn't I?"
I think we could wrap this up? :3a
"You did," the Doctor frowns at Jamie. Now, he'll be not-one-of-the-first to say that focusing can be rather...dull at times, but this is really for the human's own good in the long run, annoyingly dull boringness aside. "Which oddly enough isn't quite meditating."
Not yet, anyway. And he doubts what with Jamie's human life span that he could advance that far in his lifetime to literally meditate in his sleep, so it's a bit of a moot and a bit of a point, possibly both at once if they're feeling daring. The Doctor after a moment tucks the book back into his pocket after a second to struggle and shove it in. They'll simply have to keep at it.
Sure thing!
Looking over at the Doctor attempting to stuff the book back into his pocket, Jamie assumes that he's come to the same decision. And maybe that's for the best. They're running out of time on this world as it is, and what they'd have to do tomorrow would be better with a good night's sleep under their belts. Not that he really thinks the Doctor will bother with getting any, but Jamie could use it, and he pushes himself to his feet.
"Aye, well, you're right. But I think we can worry about that a wee bit later. Let's head back to the camp, Doctor? I could do with a bit of proper sleep."