{Data Stream 17} - When Anger Shows

[hisoldgirl]

[so, someone guessed right and is currently standing over Ganymede's body, the tip of her staff pressed into the mangled flesh of the captain's former face. she's completely nonchalant about this, by the by, and more angry that she didn't get to kill him than that he's dead and at her feet and she's poking him with a stick none-too-gently]

The captain was to be mine. For harming the Doctor, he was mine to destroy.

[looks away from her sphere, down into the engineering section and toward where she thinks Orion went. he is so not on her happy list, let me tell you :|]

It would seem, however, we have more to concern ourselves with than the captain's untimely death, if those monitors are at all correct.

Comments

[bit_impossible]

For the both of us, I suppose, since you're the only who's still there for me.

[hisoldgirl]

I will always be there for you, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

[smiles] I know.

[reaches the transportation pad and is raising his hand to scan his barcode when he remembers that oh right, it got burnt off.] If you'll do the honours...

[hisoldgirl]

[nods and uses her own barcode, obviously frustrated that she has to, but no matter, she leads him onto the pad and away from the area]

[bit_impossible]

[looks around the area where they've turned up, frowning.] Somehow, I don't think we're on Level Three, old girl.

[hisoldgirl]

So it would seem. [glances around her curiously, touching the walls] Where are we, then?

[bit_impossible]

I would suspect we've gone as far as we can... [walks around in the opposite direction.] You know, I'd say we're in level twelve. Like if we go through this door here, we should--[opens it and nods]--yep, just what I thought. Down that way is the library.

[hisoldgirl]

How frustrating. This is not where I want to be.

[bit_impossible]

[mumbles] Isn't that the truth...

[hisoldgirl]

We will find another way.

[bit_impossible]

We've got no other alternative. [grumbles] This damn ship is far too limiting.

[hisoldgirl]

[just nods, looking for a panel or opening or anything in the wall she can use] For as spacious as it is, I would have to agree.

[bit_impossible]

[has his sonic screwdriver out, scanning for any sign of a potential doorway.] I can definitely add cruise ships to things that are harbingers of bad luck for me...

[hisoldgirl]

I can certainly add them to the list of things I hate.

[bit_impossible]

[rubs the back of his neck innocently] Care to remind me?

[hisoldgirl]

Of all the things I hate? It could take some time.

[bit_impossible]

[looks around and up the space they're in, eyeing the empty offices all around them.] Ohhh, I'd say I've got time, old girl...

[hisoldgirl]

Very well. [and she begins! right from the beginning]

[bit_impossible]

[listens]

[hisoldgirl]

[aaaaaaaaaaaand she keeps going]

[bit_impossible]

[and he's still listening]

[hisoldgirl]

[you asked for it :|]

[bit_impossible]

[he did. >.>; ]

[hisoldgirl]

[she's done now. finally]

[bit_impossible]

Well...that's, uh...quite the list there, old girl. Do you really hate all those things?