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[ooc: backdated to a little while after this entry.]

[In person, but also filtered to all passengers who'll be joining in the search later.]

[urgently, looking around at everyone who's gathered and secretly is unsettled by the fact that Oliver hasn't shown up yet.] All right, sorry everyone, but those of us here can't wait any longer.

Now. A ship this size is going to need an awfully big section devoted just to the engineering end of operations, so there's going to be the potential of getting lost in there. I've got some markers here for some of the teams here [points to a handful left on the floor], but you lot who haven't arrived yet should bring something to mark where you've been as well.

In Orion's message, he said we should be able to find our way to the right area easy enough, but if you know your ships--and I do--it's not going to be as simple as that. We have to find the right door to even get access to the main engine control room. But Orion was useful for something since he gave us the passcodes we can use--just didn't tell us which one, so we going to have to try them all out and hope we don't get locked out of the system. That's a risk we're going to have to take.

I don't know about you, but when the right door is found, we shouldn't let Ganymede know or else he'll come running and try to put a stop to this. [hopes to find the man before this can happen.] So to get around any nosy captains, when you do find the door, use Klavier's suggestion and announce it over the Spheres, but say "I've hit my elbow on the door!" From there, we'll locate you and see about shutting down those engines.

All right, enough talk! Those of you who are still on your way, please be careful. And that goes for all of you as well. [eyes everyone in front of him, his expression serious.]

Now...allons-y! [points towards the door Ganymede had disappeared into.]
[/filter to everyone]

[filter to Oliver]
Oliver, where are you? It doesn't take that long to get from the cinema to the transportation pads. [a little fear slips into his voice and he can almost feel another wave of time sickness coming on. he fights to push that feeling away.]
[/filter]

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Because you're my responsibility! The moment you hop in my TARDIS, you sign yourself over to me as a sort of...charge in a way. Besides, you're my mate! Of course I'm going to look after you!

And you're not mine?

You don't get it, Doctor. We would've both been fine if I'd just fought.

Ollie...

On the contrary, I get it perfectly well. None of this would've happened if we simply ran away sooner. And I've never asked you to fight. Not like this. Fight with your mind and your words yes, but with guns and weapons of any kind... [trails off for a moment, Davros's words coming back to him despite himself.] That's not what I've wanted. Not for you or anyone else.

Edited 2009-05-05 01:36 (UTC)

But when there was no other choice, I hesitated. And this is what happened...

No, it only seems like there was no other choice. You chose not to fight--but you took just a second too long. That's really all the difference in the world, you know. Whether something lives or dies, wins or loses.

But what matters is you're alive. The creatures were distracted long enough that I could get you out of there and down here. Luck was with us the rest of the way.

Always a choice, huh? [can't help a faint smile at the familiar sentiment; it's one of those moments that reminds him this is the same Doctor after all]

Just...be careful when you go back down there, Doctor. Go with someone who can protect you.

I will. [which is such a lie.]

But, I'm not going to leave you here by yourself. I heard Riku got attacked somewhere in the hospital level, so the sooner we get you to a private room, the better.

Well, I'm ready to move when you are. [probably not the best idea, especially since he's not sure how much control he has over his limbs with his senses as dull as they are, but the Doctor needs to get back to searching]

Yep, I'm--hold on a mo'. [looks around, distracted, and wanders away for a moment, disappearing behind some drawn curtains. suddenly he lets out an, "Ah ha!" and comes back over, pushing a streamlined wheelchair in front of him.]

Here we are! Would've been nice to have one of these before, but at least now you'll be off your feet. So come on, hop on!

Good idea. [uses his good hand to push himself up to a sitting position, but his movements are slow; he feels a bit like he did when he was recovering from the neuro-paralyzer--his senses are dull and his limbs slow to respond; once he's there, he glances at the Doctor] Hey, uh...make sure I don't fall, okay? I don't know what this painkiller is, but I'm sorta numb all over. [prepares to get off the table; he'll just have to be on his feet for a minute before he can get in the chair]

Well, you probably feel numb all over because your body was injured all over, Ollie. [gives him a subtle look as he goes over to help him, offering his hand.]

Yeah, thanks for reminding me... [doesn't take the Doctor's hand right away as he needs his good one to push off of the table from, but once his feet touch the ground, he grabs for the Doctor's hand immediately; his balance is nonexistent at the moment, and even the painkillers are having a hard time fully dulling the pain that move just earned]

[he steps in the moment Oliver grabs for his good hand, thinking it wiser that his friend can use him as a crutch of sorts until his legs can function better.] All right, steady on...

[carefully, he leads him over to the wheelchair he braced against another examination table so the chair wouldn't go flying away backward.]

I'm fine, don't worry. [walks carefully with the Doctor's help, ignoring the growing dull, throbbing pain that he's experiencing; are the painkillers starting to fade? he lowers himself eagerly into the wheelchair, glad to get back off his feet]

Oh yes, you're fine. ["which is exactly why we're here," he thinks to himself as he checks that Oliver's feet are up on the feet pedals. then he grabs the young man's chart, hooks it to the back of the wheelchair, and carefully manoeuvres it away from the examination table. once clear, he picks up speed, his long legs bridging the distance between their current location to the double doors where the private rooms situated.]

I wonder where R2 got to...

[makes a face] Don't ask. [he's happier without him, thanks. as long as the painkillers hold out, anyway]

[wheels Oliver into the hallway beyond the examination room, the perpetual whiteness still present here as well. it gives off a complete sense of stillness with the lack of people, closed doors lining the seemingly endless hall.]

Ohhh, how welcoming. So! Which room would you like? I don't think R2'll mind us picking one.

The first one. [points; it's closest to the exit, after all!]

[sighs slightly; of course oliver would pick the one closest to the exit--it would be one of the first ones if there was an attack.]

Nah, the first ones are always occupied. Let's try the next ones. [wheels him to the second one up instead, opening that door to the room beyond.]

Occupied by who? [but he figures the Doctor must have his reasons, so he doesn't argue about it] Oh...nice accommodations. Cheery.

Could be worse. [wheels him over to the bed.] A few bouquets of flowers, perhaps a print of some circus animal to brighten the room up.

Need any help getting in?

Nah, I can do that. [grabs the side of the bed, holding onto it as he hauls himself up and quickly sits on it]

Anything else you'd like? Extra pillow? Blanket? Oh yes and you might want to call for someone to stay with you because I'm not leaving you here by yourself.

[scoots back on the bed, grabbing the blanket and getting himself situated] The stuff on the bed's fine. Although...another pillow might be nice. [the painkillers are definitely starting to wear off now--not that he wants to tell the Doctor that]

What? What for? Oh. In case there's another attack, huh?

[he doesn't immediately answer that since the mention of another pillow gets him striding out the door and to the room across the hallway. he grabs one off the empty bed and heads back over, speaking the moment he's back in the room.]

Not just in case of an attack--but so you don't go wandering the halls all banged up like that.

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