So I don't know where a place is that sells cannabis, but I can probably find one? I have a thing where if I've smelled something before... I can usually find it. ( She wrinkles her nose, because that sounds weird saying that out loud but it's the whole three-headed-dog-monster thing. ) Want me to look?
I admit I have some reservation about sending you into the streets for such a trivial errand. I would not want to create trouble for you. Though...I have not attempted to look in Eidris, yet.
Honestly, I would have thought that scent would lead me to the correct stall, but I suppose it is a reminder that I am all-too human. [ No, don't you dare.. Let her pretend! If she can die from tripping on a curb, then she's human enough. ] The scent of opiates is quite over-powering near certain areas. It would not be so for you?
[ Whether or not she is willing to admit as much outright, it's very clear from the conversation they shared the night before last, that Vanessa is not faring well in Minaras. Fei's been curious about the city, but never enough to venture over, aware that it would require a fair bit of maneuvering on her part. The frantic look on her friend's face was all the motivation Fei needed to put in the effort and sneak through at sunrise.
Not the best with direction, it takes her some time (and at least one window looked in she shouldn't have) to find Vanessa's rooftop before she can scale her way to the bedroom's window and tap on the glass with the hilt of her sword, watching the sky while she waits. ]
[ When she hears the tap on her window, Vanessa isn't so startled this time, though it seems different from the clack of a pebble. She's already dressed, of course, having been in the habit of readying herself before those strange pocket watches trill their alarms at six o'clock. She is still at her desk, though, penning a letter, when the tapping on her window steals her attention.
Expecting the Doctor again with such an entrance, Vanessa stands, only to jump a little when she turns to see a figure directly at her window. Learning that she may never become accustomed to how her companions like to drop in, Vanessa tilts her head in curiosity as she squints and moves closer.
When she sees who it is, she hurries to pull the window open, remaining to the side so that she won't block the other woman's entrance. Why...does nobody use her door? Does the droid put them off so much? It would have no problem with a woman visiting her, but then this may be normal for Fei. There's a lot that Vanessa doesn't know about her. ]
Miss Zhou? Please, come in before you fall. Are you all right?
[ Having forced herself to put aside her ramblings from the other night, her first thought is that something must be wrong with Fei, or perhaps her beloved. Is it Red? ]
[ It was an exciting evening, but not in the good sense. Jim spent most of it fussing over Finn, worried about his injuries, blood loss and his overall weakness and dehydration, and ended up passing out from sheer exhaustion at some point.
The one good thing about it was that they both managed to get some good sleep. Finn is looking much better now, and Jim is careful not to wake him up as he climbs out of bed to go to the kitchen, in hopes of finding them something for their breakfast.
He's looking through one of the cupboards for mugs when he hears someone approaching, and he speaks up before looking over (or noticing that the steps are those of someone wearing actual shoes, so probably not Finn). ]
You should have stayed in bed.
[ That's when he glances over, pausing in a moment's surprise. ]
[ Where she usually has a lighter step, this morning her concern for Finn has left Vanessa feeling unlike herself. It may be hard to tell, given the perfection she insists upon her clothes and pinned-back hair, but her smile is thin and her eyes feel strained. That doesn't make her gaze any less keen; perhaps the concerning state Finn brought himself home in has only sharpened her observations, if anything. His 'friend' seemed to have everything under control despite the chaos of their entrance last night, although Vanessa still hasn't slept well.
The droid is already moving past her to begin its work in the kitchen. Seeing Jim looking through the cabinets, the droid waves it's arms a bit and rushes over to begin brewing coffee. Ignoring it for the moment, Vanessa keeps her gaze on the houseguest and nods. ]
Yes. Vanessa Ives.
[ 'Miss Ives' would be proper were they still in London, but he isn't the first to use her Christian name so casually, and she is hardly the type to be offended by it. Over-familiarity seems common in their group of outsiders, so she takes it in stride. ]
And you would be...Mr. Kirk?
[ She knows next to nothing about him, so she can only hope she's using the correct title. Having already heard the name 'Jim', she can make the connection to the James Kirk that the Merchant mentioned when naming everyone during her arrival.
She wants to ask about Finn, how he's doing, does he need anything, what exactly happened...but. She must remember her manners, first. She can gauge by Jim's behavior that Finn isn't in a state of emergency at the moment. ]
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[ Here in Serthica, his unspoken commitment to protecting everyone he cares for most has been tested in ways he's never been tested before and it drives him a bit more mad everyday. Yet, he finds people and things to anchor to that keep him steady amidst the chaos, and he's reminded of that with abundant clarity as his mind connects a lingering scent of orange back to Vanessa.
He'd noticed it when he'd first hugged Clara upon her return, of course, not missing the aroma. But by his nature alone, sometimes these things take longer for the Doctor to realize than they reasonably should. It's not until Clara is safely tucked into bed and he's sure she's sleeping soundly that his mind finally gets to work. The scent of orange is like an entity all its own, sending out a tendril rooted in his mind, tugging him back around to its origin and purpose. Vanessa's clothes carried the scent of orange just there on the collar; of course, her perfume. But her perfume didn't have orange and it had been a suggestion only, one she took heed of, but it's more than that. Why had she put the perfume on the collar with Clara...oh. Clara was coming back here to him, and he would smell it, and naturally... ]
Oh, I'm slow. I am, I really am.
[ Announced to no one in particular, but then, he often rambles to himself. He would have needed to see Vanessa regardless, to check on her well-being after what transpired, but now the need is more urgent for entirely different reasons. He's nearly lost her, this woman who's become so incredibly important; no, that's not enough. Essential. She's essential and she should know it. And so, with purpose and a loose plan forming as he goes, the Doctor seeks out Vanessa Ives, as he's done quite often lately. Knocking at the door this time, he greets her droid with casual and comfortable familiarity - "Oliver! My friend, good to see you. I've landed on Oliver, suits you I think. Could've gone a few different ways, but really, solid choice, I think. Where's-"
He almost asks for his Vanessa, but stops short, for no other reason than he gets distracted with deciding what to do with his bow tie. He'd enjoyed her fussing with it before and he wonders what she'd do if it's loose again. Or should he be put together? Why does it matter? A strange and unimportant thought, really. Still, at the last moment, he decides to tug it loose with his free hand, keeping the bouquet of flowers carefully held in his other hand. Entering the parlor, where he assumes she'll be, he speaks loudly enough to be heard should she be in a different room, though he's still a decibel away from shouting. ]
I'm very cross with you, you know! [ A completely normal way of saying hello, he presumes. Not, I was worried; you scared me; are you okay. He's cross with her because he was all of those things and because he does worry immensely, all the time, about her. ]
Well, not you, exactly, but this place. Sort of you, I suppose. Nearly dying. You don't get to do that. You almost drown and then you - with the orange, and the - yes - that was for me. [ Perfectly coherent, his expertly strung together sentences. ] I'm cross with you and I needed to see you and these are for you.
[ At the end of all of this, finally, he lands on holding out a modest bouquet of flowers; they aren't expertly arranged, they're just loosely tied together, freshly pulled from the ground, reflecting a dazzling shade of blue. ]
[ As she often does lately, Vanessa is fashioning one of her farewell letters when she hears a familiar voice distantly chatter to her droid. This letter in particular is to herself, though it might be more of a greeting should her memories fail if she ever returns home. The preparation seems the only thing to stay the rising fear at such a prospect as returning to her original goal. Her resolve had been assured before Serthica, but now everything has been...unwound, of course.
There's a pleasant tickle just under her collarbone, the sort that sends a jitter down her spine and makes her sit up straighter than before in her chair, already looking in anticipation for his entry. Any attempt to scold, no matter the volume of it, is met with a bewilderment that borders on charmed. He's a jumble, and she's patient through it, though it isn't an easy thing.
She had hoped he would be clever enough to receive the message, though she doesn't know what she had expected from it. Not quite this, and the surprise of it leaves her staring longer than intended before standing to take the flowers. Momentarily she'll look down to appreciate them. Blue? Wonders never cease. Blue tickles at her nostalgia, the sort of melancholy that still remembers how to dance under stars. ]
They're beautiful.
[ The smile that peeks over the bouquet fails in the caution she wants to exert. Lovely as they are (and they're soon to grace her bedside table), he's the one she'd rather pay her attentions to. She's giddy at his arrival. At his fit, even. The show of it pinches her heart in a delightful way. Is it a lecture or a confession? ]
[It's the middle of the night when Wanda comes to pester Vanessa, voice soft. It feels like in the span of a day the meager scraps of existence she's made in this world have all been tossed into a grinder. So far, the only person she'd consider a friend of any closeness is Vanessa, and she won't deny that their ties to magic has influenced the connection.]
[ Although sleep had come more easily at the inn, she struggled with it again while on their travels, so she's still awake and smoking outside of the tent when Wanda arrives. She's always loved a good walk, although this sand is a little more unforgiving than the beaches of her childhood.
She'll go to put out the cannabis cigarette in the sand, only to think twice and offer it to Wanda. Vanessa has never been one to push, but she would know that the other woman is stressed even if she'd remained silent. ]
[ It's late by any measure; what time, exactly, well, that's hardly important at the moment. They haven't been afforded very much privacy at all, it's been terribly stifling, and the Doctor has been, at times, a bit cross about it all. This excursion in the desert has kept him distracted enough, generally, but he doesn't like being kept from Vanessa for long periods of time. Still, he'll seek out what little time they can find alone together and hope that she's awake enough for it. ]
[ Her sleep was far more peaceful when at the inn, at least towards the end of their visit. Vanessa isn't accustomed to sleeping around so many others in this way. Even when they're away in their tents, privacy is a jest. Add to that, the travel has been brutal, and her cheeks are flushed from a mild sunburn given how often she removes the hood of her cooling suit in the day. For now she's draped in a cloak against the night time chill, her long hair braided back.
More than eager for an opportunity to be alone with him, even if he wants only to show her a patch of sand, she's quick to follow. ]
[ Five has been through these labyrinth of corridors before. One would think that he should be putting all of his energy into closing the gate to Hell, but it’s like a sickness with him; he can’t give up on family. Lila disappeared far too many days ago to have real hope of finding her, but like or not, she’s a part of that family now. That means he’ll take any spare moment to keep looking. Lila’s clever, and even in dire circumstances, he doesn’t put it past her to have left some sign behind for him to stumble onto.
He can tell that he’s far past the Room of Seals when the cold becomes more tolerable. It’s remarkably quiet for the potential end of days, but he still moves deeper into an area he’s somehow yet to explore.
That’s when he sees a woman’s figure that momentarily fills him with stunned hope, only for a second look to recognize her as the opposite of the one he was looking for. Vanessa Ives. What is she doing down this deep?
She seems preoccupied by something he can’t quite grasp but feels… oddly disturbing. He approaches slowly, trying to get a sense of her before he interrupts whatever he’s stumbled on. ]
Vanessa. [ To get her attention. ] Were you possessed?
[ Since Wrath has found a way to temporarily commandeer the room of seals, Vanessa hasn't had as much 'official' busywork to do. She should be using that extra free time to perhaps help more at the crossroads or even the wards, but as much as she hates it down here, she finds it difficult to pull away.
Even more-so since that demon thought to threaten her. No matter her experience, she hasn't entirely outgrown spite, so she doesn't go far, but truthfully she knows she ought to simply leave. She can no longer help down here, but who is he to say? Who are any of them to say? They don't know anything, not really. Even those who think they do—
He was the only one who knew.
Vanessa.
She hears her name even if the rest of it is lost to the voices in her head, and there's confusion shadowing her gaze when she slowly looks over her shoulder. She had been drawing something small against the wall with her fingertip, but she can't remember what.
She doesn't see Five when she looks back, though. For a long stare, she can only see the figure of an old friend...one who had loomed over her during her possession, pushing her deeper into it for the sake of his daughter. ]
How are you here?
[ But before the man can answer, she blinks (finally she blinks) and he's gone. Lack of sleep? Is that it? Now she looks at Five like she is waiting for him to disappear, too, utterly uncertain if he's real. ]
[ It's late, but he doesn't sleep and he recalls her own sleep was often troubled. Except for the all-too-rare occasions they'd shared quarters. So brief it might have only been a dream once. ]
Any more headaches? Dreams or thoughts you can't explain?
You're ten minutes and forty-five seconds away from me, but the one thing this watch doesn't tell me is if you're uninjured and safe.
[ He would know if she was dead. Unfortunately, he's tested that more than once. The clock hands continuing to spin over and over and over every time he's thought of Susan, Sarah Jane, Romana, Alex, Amy, Rory, all of them, well — it does nothing at all good for his hearts. ]
So, quickly! I need a prompt response. I'm working my way towards you. Bit of slow going. But do respond imminently.
[ It is rather lucky that these are magicked so others can't hear all he utters. As it is, she can't answer immediately, lest she draw attention! However, she has been unusually lucky in dodging the undead's interest for once, and she only needs another minute before being enough in the clear to respond.
Though her tone is a bit tight, her words are soft. Amusement is still present. ]
You know that you only need say my name.
[ So many words! And so demanding. She doesn't respond well to demands that aren't earned. c: ]
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Honestly, I would have thought that scent would lead me to the correct stall, but I suppose it is a reminder that I am all-too human. [ No, don't you dare.. Let her pretend! If she can die from tripping on a curb, then she's human enough. ] The scent of opiates is quite over-powering near certain areas. It would not be so for you?
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Not the best with direction, it takes her some time (and at least one window looked in she shouldn't have) to find Vanessa's rooftop before she can scale her way to the bedroom's window and tap on the glass with the hilt of her sword, watching the sky while she waits. ]
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Expecting the Doctor again with such an entrance, Vanessa stands, only to jump a little when she turns to see a figure directly at her window. Learning that she may never become accustomed to how her companions like to drop in, Vanessa tilts her head in curiosity as she squints and moves closer.
When she sees who it is, she hurries to pull the window open, remaining to the side so that she won't block the other woman's entrance. Why...does nobody use her door? Does the droid put them off so much? It would have no problem with a woman visiting her, but then this may be normal for Fei. There's a lot that Vanessa doesn't know about her. ]
Miss Zhou? Please, come in before you fall. Are you all right?
[ Having forced herself to put aside her ramblings from the other night, her first thought is that something must be wrong with Fei, or perhaps her beloved. Is it Red? ]
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action;
The one good thing about it was that they both managed to get some good sleep. Finn is looking much better now, and Jim is careful not to wake him up as he climbs out of bed to go to the kitchen, in hopes of finding them something for their breakfast.
He's looking through one of the cupboards for mugs when he hears someone approaching, and he speaks up before looking over (or noticing that the steps are those of someone wearing actual shoes, so probably not Finn). ]
You should have stayed in bed.
[ That's when he glances over, pausing in a moment's surprise. ]
Oh. Sorry— Vanessa, right?
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The droid is already moving past her to begin its work in the kitchen. Seeing Jim looking through the cabinets, the droid waves it's arms a bit and rushes over to begin brewing coffee. Ignoring it for the moment, Vanessa keeps her gaze on the houseguest and nods. ]
Yes. Vanessa Ives.
[ 'Miss Ives' would be proper were they still in London, but he isn't the first to use her Christian name so casually, and she is hardly the type to be offended by it. Over-familiarity seems common in their group of outsiders, so she takes it in stride. ]
And you would be...Mr. Kirk?
[ She knows next to nothing about him, so she can only hope she's using the correct title. Having already heard the name 'Jim', she can make the connection to the James Kirk that the Merchant mentioned when naming everyone during her arrival.
She wants to ask about Finn, how he's doing, does he need anything, what exactly happened...but. She must remember her manners, first. She can gauge by Jim's behavior that Finn isn't in a state of emergency at the moment. ]
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He'd noticed it when he'd first hugged Clara upon her return, of course, not missing the aroma. But by his nature alone, sometimes these things take longer for the Doctor to realize than they reasonably should. It's not until Clara is safely tucked into bed and he's sure she's sleeping soundly that his mind finally gets to work. The scent of orange is like an entity all its own, sending out a tendril rooted in his mind, tugging him back around to its origin and purpose. Vanessa's clothes carried the scent of orange just there on the collar; of course, her perfume. But her perfume didn't have orange and it had been a suggestion only, one she took heed of, but it's more than that. Why had she put the perfume on the collar with Clara...oh. Clara was coming back here to him, and he would smell it, and naturally... ]
Oh, I'm slow. I am, I really am.
[ Announced to no one in particular, but then, he often rambles to himself. He would have needed to see Vanessa regardless, to check on her well-being after what transpired, but now the need is more urgent for entirely different reasons. He's nearly lost her, this woman who's become so incredibly important; no, that's not enough. Essential. She's essential and she should know it. And so, with purpose and a loose plan forming as he goes, the Doctor seeks out Vanessa Ives, as he's done quite often lately. Knocking at the door this time, he greets her droid with casual and comfortable familiarity - "Oliver! My friend, good to see you. I've landed on Oliver, suits you I think. Could've gone a few different ways, but really, solid choice, I think. Where's-"
He almost asks for his Vanessa, but stops short, for no other reason than he gets distracted with deciding what to do with his bow tie. He'd enjoyed her fussing with it before and he wonders what she'd do if it's loose again. Or should he be put together? Why does it matter? A strange and unimportant thought, really. Still, at the last moment, he decides to tug it loose with his free hand, keeping the bouquet of flowers carefully held in his other hand. Entering the parlor, where he assumes she'll be, he speaks loudly enough to be heard should she be in a different room, though he's still a decibel away from shouting. ]
I'm very cross with you, you know! [ A completely normal way of saying hello, he presumes. Not, I was worried; you scared me; are you okay. He's cross with her because he was all of those things and because he does worry immensely, all the time, about her. ]
Well, not you, exactly, but this place. Sort of you, I suppose. Nearly dying. You don't get to do that. You almost drown and then you - with the orange, and the - yes - that was for me. [ Perfectly coherent, his expertly strung together sentences. ] I'm cross with you and I needed to see you and these are for you.
[ At the end of all of this, finally, he lands on holding out a modest bouquet of flowers; they aren't expertly arranged, they're just loosely tied together, freshly pulled from the ground, reflecting a dazzling shade of blue. ]
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There's a pleasant tickle just under her collarbone, the sort that sends a jitter down her spine and makes her sit up straighter than before in her chair, already looking in anticipation for his entry. Any attempt to scold, no matter the volume of it, is met with a bewilderment that borders on charmed. He's a jumble, and she's patient through it, though it isn't an easy thing.
She had hoped he would be clever enough to receive the message, though she doesn't know what she had expected from it. Not quite this, and the surprise of it leaves her staring longer than intended before standing to take the flowers. Momentarily she'll look down to appreciate them. Blue? Wonders never cease. Blue tickles at her nostalgia, the sort of melancholy that still remembers how to dance under stars. ]
They're beautiful.
[ The smile that peeks over the bouquet fails in the caution she wants to exert. Lovely as they are (and they're soon to grace her bedside table), he's the one she'd rather pay her attentions to. She's giddy at his arrival. At his fit, even. The show of it pinches her heart in a delightful way. Is it a lecture or a confession? ]
Are you going to stay cross?
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[It's the middle of the night when Wanda comes to pester Vanessa, voice soft. It feels like in the span of a day the meager scraps of existence she's made in this world have all been tossed into a grinder. So far, the only person she'd consider a friend of any closeness is Vanessa, and she won't deny that their ties to magic has influenced the connection.]
I could use some advice.
[Vanessa seems wise.
Or maybe it's just the accent.]
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Of course.
[ Although sleep had come more easily at the inn, she struggled with it again while on their travels, so she's still awake and smoking outside of the tent when Wanda arrives. She's always loved a good walk, although this sand is a little more unforgiving than the beaches of her childhood.
She'll go to put out the cannabis cigarette in the sand, only to think twice and offer it to Wanda. Vanessa has never been one to push, but she would know that the other woman is stressed even if she'd remained silent. ]
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Come with me. I want to show you something.
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More than eager for an opportunity to be alone with him, even if he wants only to show her a patch of sand, she's quick to follow. ]
What is it?
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He can tell that he’s far past the Room of Seals when the cold becomes more tolerable. It’s remarkably quiet for the potential end of days, but he still moves deeper into an area he’s somehow yet to explore.
That’s when he sees a woman’s figure that momentarily fills him with stunned hope, only for a second look to recognize her as the opposite of the one he was looking for. Vanessa Ives. What is she doing down this deep?
She seems preoccupied by something he can’t quite grasp but feels… oddly disturbing. He approaches slowly, trying to get a sense of her before he interrupts whatever he’s stumbled on. ]
Vanessa. [ To get her attention. ] Were you possessed?
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Even more-so since that demon thought to threaten her. No matter her experience, she hasn't entirely outgrown spite, so she doesn't go far, but truthfully she knows she ought to simply leave. She can no longer help down here, but who is he to say? Who are any of them to say? They don't know anything, not really. Even those who think they do—
He was the only one who knew.
Vanessa.
She hears her name even if the rest of it is lost to the voices in her head, and there's confusion shadowing her gaze when she slowly looks over her shoulder. She had been drawing something small against the wall with her fingertip, but she can't remember what.
She doesn't see Five when she looks back, though. For a long stare, she can only see the figure of an old friend...one who had loomed over her during her possession, pushing her deeper into it for the sake of his daughter. ]
How are you here?
[ But before the man can answer, she blinks (finally she blinks) and he's gone. Lack of sleep? Is that it? Now she looks at Five like she is waiting for him to disappear, too, utterly uncertain if he's real. ]
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Any more headaches? Dreams or thoughts you can't explain?
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The sudden peppering of questions is enough to make her want to fling her device far away, except for some reason she...cannot. ]
You are more ceaseless than anything else that may threaten me.
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[ He would know if she was dead. Unfortunately, he's tested that more than once. The clock hands continuing to spin over and over and over every time he's thought of Susan, Sarah Jane, Romana, Alex, Amy, Rory, all of them, well — it does nothing at all good for his hearts. ]
So, quickly! I need a prompt response. I'm working my way towards you. Bit of slow going. But do respond imminently.
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Though her tone is a bit tight, her words are soft. Amusement is still present. ]
You know that you only need say my name.
[ So many words! And so demanding. She doesn't respond well to demands that aren't earned. c: ]
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