The Bookworm Strikes Again (open)

[first_in_time]

Who: Barbara and Anyone
Where: The Media Library and possible roaming
Summary: Research, tea, discussion and all that jazz. Feel free to simply come and bug her.
Warnings: None

After watching the Daligig slaughter the previous crew twice, Barbara went in search of any kind of material on the Daligig, Stacey, pod-popping and the crews which had traveled on Stacey. She didn't expect to find much more than what GLaDOS had told her but it was worth a look. Especially with all this talk of rebellion and distrust.

So, in a corner of the Media Library Barbara sat with piles books, stacks of visual recordings and audio recordings, plus pot of tea which had been sitting empty for a while. She was lost in her own world, memorising what she could and trying to gain a better picture of the ship, the war and everything else which could be considered relevant.

Comments

[splendid_roman]

"It's just who I am?" he hazarded. "That's why you l-like me."

[first_in_time]

"It could be, but I'm fairly certain I like you for many reasons," she said casually, missing anything Ian might have been hinting at. "And I like to think that you'd feel the same or similar about me."

[splendid_roman]

"Maybe I only like you for your history knowledge," he said, grinning.

[first_in_time]

"If that's the case, I don't know how you can stand in sight I me on board a ship with little or no history," she grinned back, letting go of his arm.

[splendid_roman]

He gasped, put a hand over his heart and said theatrically, "You've discovered my secret! And I've been keeping it from you all this time!"

[first_in_time]

"Then why did you follow me here?" she replied just as playfully, hands on hips as she stopped to the side of the corridor.

[splendid_roman]

"You've got me. I'm just stalking you." He put his hands out together in front of him. "You can arrest me now."

[first_in_time]

Barbara made a show of patting down her pockets. "It appears that I've left my hand cuffs in my other trousers, so I'll have to let you go." Her tone suggested she was upset over that but her grin didn't.

"You should think more about who you stalk. There are far more interesting people on board then I."

[splendid_roman]

"There are?" He put his arms down and pretended to think about it. "I can't think of any."

[first_in_time]

Barbara smiled gently at the unexpected compliment as a light pink blush swept across her cheeks, and she bashfully looked down at the floor.

"You mustn't be thinking hard enough," she said softly and met his eyes momentarily before looking away down the corridor and turned to continue their stroll down the narrow space.

[splendid_roman]

He smiled when their eyes met and carried on down the corridor beside her. "Maybe I'm not. So who do you think I should stalk?"

[first_in_time]

"Let me see..." she mused, clasping her hands behind her. "Tarrant is rather interesting - a rather good conversationalist. The Doctors are also far more exciting, but you do take your life into your own hands when dealing with them and they'll pick up on your stalking a lot quicker than I did. What about Jamie? Think of all the exciting things you could see if you followed him about for a day or so."

A smile still played upon her lips, not only because his words had effected her, but also because the idea of Ian properly stalking someone was quite amusing.

[splendid_roman]

"I think he'd notice," Ian pointed out. "I'm a terrible stalker."

[first_in_time]

"You are an awful stalker," she agreed, laughing. "I'm sure you'll improve with practice." Barbara patted his arm a little condescendingly and turned into one of the kitchens where the food machine was being kept for the moment.

[splendid_roman]

"Oh, so I should continue practising on you?" he asked with a grin.

[first_in_time]

"Only if you wish to be bored out of your mind," she replied and matched his grin.

[splendid_roman]

"I don't think you're boring." And because that was suddenly a bit serious he turned to look at the food machine. "What's that doing in here?"

[first_in_time]

"We are in a kitchen...sort of," it might have been a kitchen at some point, and to an extent, it still looked like one. But the counters were angled or had dips in them, and there were still a few stray bits from robots lying about.

"I think one or all of the Doctors use this as a bit of a science lab sometimes. Anyway, I was thinking that maybe you'd want to take some food blocks," she smiled up at him and pushed a few of the buttons, making the machine light up and squeak at them. "It's still not real food but it's better than slop."

[splendid_roman]

"Oh, yes, that's a good idea." As well as eating them, he could also take them back to his kitchen/lab and experiment on them to see what they were made of.

When the machine gave them some blocks he picked one up and bit into it. "Sausage and mash." He looked at it - you really couldn't tell how it got that flavour.

[first_in_time]

Barbara 'hrmed' and looked thoughtful. "That wasn't what I was aiming for," at least Ian was of simple tastes and easily pleased. "Let me try again."

She pushed another combination, waiting for the flashing and squeaking to finished before she pulled out another bar, broke off a bit and ate it. It still wasn't right but tasted fine enough. "Here, it's a fruit salad."

[splendid_roman]

Ian broke off a piece himself and tried it. "I suppose it's better than the slop, but I'd still prefer real food."

[first_in_time]

"Nothing beats real food, but taste is rather important, too." Barbara smiled and pushed the buttons one last time. The machine produced another food block but this time it was black. She smelt it and passed it over, pulling a face of distaste.

"I'm sorry if you don't like licorice," she said, folding her hands together before her.

[splendid_roman]

"At least it's the right colour." He had a piece of that too. "I think I'll take these home with me and see what they're made of."

[first_in_time]

"I hope you eat them after," Barbara chuckled, "that is what they're for."

After making sure that Ian had a grip on all the food blocks, she took a step back and walked to the door of the sort-of kitchen. "Is there anything in particular you hope to find?" she asked to make further conversation.

[splendid_roman]

"I'll just use a small bit of each." He did want to eat them given their taste. "I was just wondering what they actually consisted of. There must be something different between these, given that they have different tastes."