[SOS] θ 18

[bit_impossible]

[his fire burns low, partially from the rain and partially because he's neglected it even though he specifically lit it to make tea. instead, he's spent a good deal of time after the mysterious message played pacing back and forth in the rain--if the mud trail he's blazed in front of his shelter is anything to be judged--but he pays it no mind and doesn't care that his sphere is recording--not that he notices. he's too busy muttering to himself.]

What'd that voice mean about the locals? The way it was said...sounded like the frog hybrids aren't the only life around here. But...if they're not, where have the real locals been this entire time? [he runs a hand through his drenched hair, clearly disturbed by this]

No, no, no, we shouldn't stay around to find out. [glances to the sky] There must be a way to signal that ship! But they mentioned a potential danger...are we that danger? We shouldn't shoot anything at it then. Not even my sonic screwdriver, even if it wasn't damaged in that fall, will help this time; can't risk scaring them off or worse.

[he pauses, looking around him. he can see a handful of smouldering fires coming up from various places around the field and wherever else his fellow passengers have set up camp. this gives him an idea]

The fires...the fires! All we have to do is burn--no, no, hang on a mo'. The question is what should we burn? Shouldn't burn that awful, awful fruit [pulls a face, remembering their taste] because some people actually like them. And burning the nuts and the other food stuffs is unwise as well, and no burning the fore--

The flowers. Ohhhh, of course, stupid Doctor, why didn't you think of that sooner? Those cheeky little flowers gave off that green pollen before! Perhaps it'll even turn the smoke green too! [he dashes out towards the field, skidding and sliding in the mud, and unceremoniously plucks a handful of flowers out of the ground before running back to his camp.]

Here goes nothing! [tosses the flowers onto the fire]

Comments

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

There doesn't seem to be evidence of human remains. But then, this ship would be large enough to vaporize a small village...

[bit_impossible]

[nods gravely] And there's no way to ascertain whether that is true or not.

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

And what of the possibilities that this planet is uninhabited?

[bit_impossible]

If by uninhabited you mean by a humanoid species, I'd say the chances are pretty high, about ohhhhh...seventy-five percent chance, eighty if I'm feeling generous.

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's what I meant. And I'll trust your guess...you seem to have experience with other planets.

So, does that make us the locals then?

[bit_impossible]

Ohhhh, you have no idea.

No, that would make us all aliens, actually.

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

To the people searching the planet, I mean.

[bit_impossible]

Ah, well... If they're a race not familiar with the real locals, they might think that we are the locals. And I don't want that. At all.

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

You would prefer us to get rescued then?

[bit_impossible]

If the rescue party is friendly, yes. Not that I'm particularly looking forward to leaving my real ship behind if she's in that wreckage, but at least I'll have access to better tools so I can come back later and find her. [still thinks that the TARDIS is onboard somewhere]

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

[looks shocked] Your real ship. So I suppose this is a fake then? [gestures to the wreckage behind her]

[bit_impossible]

Ohhh that one's very real--and very not mine. No, no, no, mine's far more sophisticated and...smaller on the outside.

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

So, if you have your own, superior model, why not use that to escape?

[bit_impossible]

Well...that's complicated.

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow, she's curious, but she's already pried enough.] I see.

[bit_impossible]

You do?

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

Well, no. I just don't intend to pry.

[bit_impossible]

Ohhh, what's a little prying going to hurt, hm?

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

[in that case...]

So, why can't you use your ship to escape?

[bit_impossible]

Because she's not here. Well. A past version of herself is, but she's trapped in humanoid form and separated from her main body.

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

[this is totally over her head, and she's struggling to keep up]

I see...so it's her humanoid form that might be trapped in that wreckage?

[bit_impossible]

No, her real form. Her humanoid one is around here. Just spoke to her too, but I didn't ask where she was...

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

You should ask.

[bit_impossible]

I trust her. There's not too much trouble she can get up to here.

[venussigil.livejournal.com]

You sound sure of that.