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Rooting around in Stacy's innards (closed to Ian Chesterton and John Crichton)

Ian had seen pictures of the spacesuits the astronauts and cosmonauts wore to go into space, but for all the space travel he'd done himself, had never actually worn one. But then this one didn't look anything like those. It didn't seem like it was enough somehow - just a plant suit between him and oxygen starvation. But he was going to have to wear it if he wanted to understand more about how Stacy worked, and he did.

It was just as well he had John with him. "Do you think this suit is enough?" he asked John, glad he wasn't anywhere near a mirror.

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Of course it could climb. It would have been too easy if it had hung around on the ground waiting for them to fall. At least it was going slowly, but then it wasn't as if Ian or John could climb very fast covered in all this slime. And Ian was sure he must be imagining it, given that it was on his suit and not on his skin, but it itched.

As slippery as it was, he wasn't just going to wait for the blob to catch up to them. Nor could he sit here and let it get to John because John was stuck behind him. Except that every time he reached up for a hand hold his hands slipped. He could get his arms over a lower branch, but then his feet slipped.

But if they couldn't move up, perhaps they could move down. "Maybe we could wait for it to nearly catch up with us and then jump off and run." Jumping would be easy, landing less so from this height. And that assumed the blob couldn't understand what they were saying.

“On three?” John asked, peering down again at the blob which was doing a lot better going up then it had chasing them earlier. They probably only had a few seconds.

He didn’t think he needed to point out that from this high up, it was possible they could sprain something or, worse, break a leg and then that was going to be a whole new problem right there. Still, he figured they were both ready to take on a broken leg over digestion by Stacy blob. Ian seemed like that kind of guy. John counted down to three and had that brief hestitation that was probably common sense kicking in before he kicked it to the background. He hadn’t made it this far by listening to it anyway.

“Three!” John pushed away from the column and suddenly he was falling through open air, hoping Ian was right on his heels and they weren’t going to break anything on the way down.

He nodded at John's question and echoed, "On three." His heartbeat sped up as the blob got closer and John counted, but on three he let go and fell. He did his best to land and roll, but he'd come from pretty high up. Nothing hurt enough to be broken, but he was going to be bruised. If they even got out of here.

He looked up at the blob, which was now coming back down, faster than it had gone up. "Great." Then he looked round at John to see if he was all right. "Back to running," Ian suggested.

Stacy’s internals apparently had different ideas. The way out was blocked by more of those blobs and here the two humans were, stuck covered in goop and basically surrounded. John supposed he could try smacking them with his rifle but shooting these things didn’t do anything, he didn’t think he’d magically get lucky trying to rifle-whip them either. John pulled up to a stop from his attempt to run. The blob from the shaft was making for Ian as the ones blocking their way solidified into a gooey wall, the almost liquid surface seeming to breathe.

The blob closest to Ian extended a thick tendril to touch him.

Ian backed up as the blobs closed in on them. There was no way they could outrun this many. But he couldn't back up too far because there were blobs behind him too and although Ian twisted out of the way, the tendril touched him. He tensed, ready to do something, even if he didn't know what that might be.

But it didn't do any more than just touch him and Ian let out a breath as the tendril receded, now with a blob of slime on the end of it. It could have just been preparing to attack, even though they'd seen no evidence that they thought about it in advance. But the blobs all moved, clearing a space between Ian and John and one of the tunnels.

John’s jaw dropped, just in time to get one of the tendrils slapping against the side of his helmet and running a sticky slime trail down from his head to his arm. That went…well, okay, that went way better than expected. They were alive and not partially digested, and it looked like they’d tested negative on the threat level to Stacy thing. John let loose the breath he’d been about to strangle himself on without even knowing it, blowing it out and feeling all the tension just go flooding out of him, just like that. He slapped Ian on the shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Looks like we lucked out. Congrats,” he grinned. “Let’s finish up here and get out before they change their minds.”

Aside from getting chased all over Stacy's bowels, he had to say it went way better than expected. He just could skip the part of doing it all over again.

Ian was all for that, although he went cautiously, in case one of the blobs changed their mind. "At least I have some samples," he said. "So I can analyse them and work out what they're samples of."

The tunnel they were herded down sloped downwards, so they were probably being taken back to where they started. Which would be fine because at least they could leave. After chasing them around the blobs probably didn't want to keep them here.

"I wish we could have climbed further up that thing." He took a last linger look back at it. "I want to know what's at the top." Being threatened every time he ventured into Stacy's innards hadn't put him off at all.

John almost laughed. “At least we’re alive and we’ve got some goo, right?” He grinned behind the fogged up visor of his helmet. Ian was just a bundle of positivity and was already thinking about those samples and what they’d missed out on. True scientist right there.

They were definitely being ushered out. If he glanced around, the blobs would darken in color, almost like a warning signal. John turned back around, his shoulders bumping against Ian’s as they were squeezed out toward a series of the tunnels toward the way they’d come. At least he thought it was the way out. Stacy could probably open up new ways if she wanted to. John motioned for Ian to take the last opening first, squeezing in after him.

“Maybe we could sketch it out and ask around. Maybe the science or engineering departments might have a better idea.”

He nodded. "It might look more obvious once we had a map of it." Maybe they'd discover it look like a mammal's or a fish's respiratory system or something. "I'm not sure this is the way we came, mind you." But he hadn't always been paying attention to the direction they were going when they were running from the blobs.

Ian looked back at John and smiled as they found themselves back in the hole beneath engineering. "A few near misses isn't going to stop me from exploring. Who knows what we might find."

After an awkward climb up with the blobs oozing up the wall like freaky chaperones, they finally reached the exit, large open space opening up ahead of them. John finally felt he could relax and it felt downright liberating. The blobs merged back into the walls, leaving him and Ian alone and in one piece. John was the first to pop off his helmet, his sweaty hair plastered to his head as he grinned.

"Attitude like that, they probably would've loved to have you with IASA," John said. "You've mastered the can-do attitude."

"I'd love to have joined," Ian said, enjoying having the helmet off and being able to breathe proper air again. Well, ship's air anyway. "Going into space is what every child dreams of." And when he'd been with the Doctor they'd often ended up in dangerous situations, but it wasn't like you could just sit in the TARDIS and do nothing.

He idly scratched his arm, then looked down at it and realised there was a hole in his suit. And his arm was particularly itchy where the hole is. "Something's eating through the suit." The edge of the hole looked ragged, as if a mouse had been chewing at it. But the only thing it had touched was the blob. And the slime.

John’s expression softened. Ian, he’d had that dream too. He could get it. It was just after all this time in the Uncharted Territories he’d found it hard after a point to maintain that whole innocent wide-eyed enthusiasm after a point. In a way he was jealous Ian could still feel it.

His eyes dropped down to Ian’s suit once he pointed out the whole fact it was eating a hole in it. “Hey, you better get that off!” He moved forward to help Ian get it off as fast as he could; he figured Ian was the science teacher here, they didn’t need a whole lecture on skin contamination being a big Thing and they were a ways off from any immediate help.

"No wonder it itched." He was just as keen to get the suit off. It was just as well it wasn't hard to take off, but he did make sure his samples were safe - it would be no use spilling those all over the floor. Now he wished he'd worn something under this plant suit, but it was a plant suit the same as the other, so the only other thing he had on was a pair of underpants. He was glad he was at least wearing that, but he wasn't in a position to be modest.

Once the suit was in a pile on the floor he bent over it, trying to see if there was anything obvious. But whatever was eating through it was too small to see. He was scratching his arm again and made himself stop. His arm was red where he'd been scratching and the redness was spreading. "I need a shower. And a microscope." At least the bathrooms weren't too far away. "You should probably take yours off too." They had been in the same place and might have picked up the same contamination.

John was already struggling out of his, but as he peeled it off, he was relieved to see that he looked like he was in the clear. No red marks, all his limbs – and, uh, other bits – attached and that was about as much as you could ask for. Whew.

“At least you put shower before microscope,” John said with a grin. “Looks like I’m clear.”

He figured a shower – well, whatever those things are on Stacy. All he knows is they’re the freakiest things ever – and a damn nap are in order. He figured at least an hour couldn’t hurt. Far as he knew, they weren’t that pressed for him. John tried to fold his suit inside out best as he could, trying to minimize skin contact. The way Ian had been going at his arm for the past couple of minutes didn’t escape him and he was getting worried about it. Y’know what they said about getting stuff like that checked out early.

“Maybe you better hop on over to Medical. They might know what to do about that.”

Ian looked at his arm. "I'll try a shower first." Not least because there was only so far through Stacy he was prepared to go in his pants. "There should be enough of whatever it is on the suit for me and Medical to look at." At least while he was holding his suit he couldn't scratch.

"If you notice any symptoms, you go to Medical too." He was glad John seemed to be unaffected, but that didn't necessarily mean he was going to stay that way. Goodness knows what was down there.

"I'll see you later." He went off to shower with his teeth gritted against the urge to scratch his arm.

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Rooting around in Stacy's innards (closed to Ian Chesterton and John Crichton)

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Sorry about the wait, gnarly shifts at work more than usual

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Going to have them touch and do the scan thing?

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