Almost good to go [Post-rebellion] [Open]

[makeherblue]

The surprising thing about Stacy was the Doctor hadn’t thought she couldn’t be more beautiful, in all her (sometimes) slimy, brilliant glory.

Then he saw her true face, right before she fought back with the rest of the crew.

Ah. So maybe he can be wrong from time to time, the Doctor finding that life on Stacy with the rebellion was easier in that you weren’t stumbling over Daligig or Kessek giving their impressive glowers, as if it was difficult not to just step on you and be done with (well, that and trying to avoid them when they decided enough was enough and it was far too long since they’d shot anything)…and then there was the clean-up. Considering how hard the Daligig had fought back, the Doctor had to say he expected far more casualties than Stacy’s crew had and this was probably the part where that voice in the back of his head bothering him with all sorts of things like niggling feelings.

It was probably telling him all sorts of annoyingly logical things, like in the end they probably should have been spacedust. He told it to shush.

The Doctor threw himself into trying to fix the TARDIS now that he had a second wind of sorts. With Stacy being twice as beautiful as before, the work was coming along much faster than before, now that she wasn’t resisting him. In fact, he’d go so far that she’d even given him advice – not that he’d be ready to admit to his companions that yes, the Doctor could at times need jiggery-pokery tips from a ship. At this rate, he thought he could actually tell Jamie, Barbara, Ian, Victoria and all his other friends a proper when instead of hedging around it and sending them on errands to get parts he didn’t even need. The Doctor roamed the halls of Stacy, sometimes in the hanger, sometimes rummaging about the City, picking his way through the damage and looking for anything that could stand in for an influx injector (or a toaster. A toaster would actually be better than a standard-issue injector!).

So yes. Right! The Doctor was in need of a toaster/influx injector. He just may temporarily kidnap anyone – or anything – he thought might be useful on that front.

[The Doctor will have met your character and kidnapped them for this. This is basically for characters okay with having somewhat short-term CR with Eleven (probably a few months OOCly?) and continuing CR )]

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Re: Snap, sorry, I misread

[herhonorness]

Nimitz wouldn't entirely disagree with you, Doctor. Sometimes two-legs just don't appreciate the finer things in life.

Say, do you think frisbees are cool?

"Back home on Sphinx." Honored clarified. "I was about 8 years old then, growing up on the family homestead on the deciduous forest continent. I was on a jaunt with my uncle in the Forestry service when he bonded with me: why, I'm still not sure."

She grins faintly.

Nimitz starts starring at you intently as well. He deliberately sends an emotional burst your way, a mixture of curiousity/eagerness for knowledge/offer of friendship.

For a moment, he tries sending something additional, an actual telepathic gestalt capable of communicating complex concepts, of transmitting entire memories and thoughts, a clear hallmark of sentience...

But something chokes it off, garbling the message beyond recognition, like a man with damaged vocal cords trying to talk. With that failed attempt comes a deep emotional projection of sorrow, still fresh and deep, but sorrow that has been accepted somewhat.

Honor blinks. Then her eyes widen, and she stares at you intently, raising a hand to grasp one of Nimitz's paws.

"This may be forward...but are you a human psychic?"

[makeherblue]

Frisbees are very cool. The Doctor nods as Harrington tells him a bit about where she came from - obviously one of the humans who'd had more space experience than, say, those from Amy Pond's time. He's still nodding when he catches the equivalent of a psychic poke upside the head, his eyes flicking from Harrington to Nimitz. (Why yes, he would absolutely love to be friends! You can never have enough, you know).

It's when the connection twists in on itself that the Doctor realizes he's frowning now at Nimitz, his eyebrows knit together.

Now that wasn't very nice. About to have a perfectly good conversation and something had cut into it before they could really get started, the Doctor's expression softening as that sort of still-fresh hurt comes through the link from Nimitz. His eyes flicker over to Harrington.

"Psychic, yes. Did something happen?" The Doctor asks, jumping to what he deems Most Interesting without missing a beat. He meets Harrington's eyes and then peers at Nimitz again.

[herhonorness]

Honor stiffens. She looks at Nimitz. Nimitz looks at her. A sort of purely emotional dialogue flows between them.

"We were taken prisoner in wartime by the enemy." She explains quietly. "The commanders who defeated and forced our surrender were men of honor and principles, willing to treat us and my crew with respect...but their had to answer to a rabid madwomen of a public information minister who wished to execute us on a live fax."

She strokes Nimitz's fur gently. "She attempted to kill Nimitz first. Worse, to spite us, as if he was just a favorite pet. We fought...and a trooper damaged his spinal column. It wasn't until our escape and return to Manticore a year later that we discovered...well, you seem to have an inkling of his problem. The Doctors back home don't understand treecat neurology near enough to help him."

Honor makes a concerted effort to reign in her emotions. The Doctor, have cultivated an understanding of human character, might know better.

"Do you know much about telepathic abilities?"

[makeherblue]

The Doctor's expression darkens at her story. So that probably explains why poor Nimitz tried and couldn't make that full connection. They shouldn't have to have gone through that, the Doctor thinks, but she seems to be trying to be as matter of fact as it as she can. It's probably a military thing, but he can't miss the way she swallows or how Nimitz leans into her hand, as if he's trying to comfort her.

"I do. But I'll have to say, you're the first treecat I've met," the Doctor tells Nimitz. His eyes flick to Harrington. "Have you popped by Medbay?"

He's of course willing to help, but it's still something worth asking. He had assumed a military woman like Harrington would have wanted to get a "real" professional opinion, as rubbish as the Doctor finds those half the time. Then again, the Doctor is starting to come to the realization that he's wrong about several things about Harrington and it's probably high time he stops trying to assume she's standard military.

[herhonorness]

There are lots of assumptions you should question, Doctor. Most involve fashion, and others involve coolness and the military.

A spike of interest and hope from Nimitz occurs as you speak.

Interesting. So he can understand spoken speech.

Honor's eyebrows rise quickly.

"Would you say the Medicine of this place is much more advanced than where I came from? Enough to repair any variety of nerve damage regardless of species?"