{Data Stream 21} - [Mutiny] of choice

[hisoldgirl]

[the moment Orion's message comes across the spheres, the TARDIS is all ready moving. she's been looking for these panels for some time, now, and is growing increasingly aggravated at being unable to find anything worthwhile. it doesn't help she was attacked her last foray toward Level Three, but she's not about to stay in her suite and hide.

so she's out and about with a scanner, on her way to the holo-suite, when she pauses at a nearby wall, running her fingers along it. the smudge factors heavily in her memory for all the terror it brought her. it's rare for something to frighten her so, let alone get into her head, and so she frowns and begins to scan the area, intent on finding the command console so that she can get as far away as possible]

Comments

[cruciblemods.livejournal.com]

[she didn't exactly call him, but given the impression he got from her, he didn't really expect her to.

it takes him a while to get there, but he just nods when he does] I can check this area, if you want me to. [better to ask, considering she sees him as useless]

[hisoldgirl]

[she's such a bitch, isn't she

still, she acknowledges his presence, taciturn as always, then nods] If you want.

[cruciblemods.livejournal.com]

[somewhat, yes.

goes up to the wall without a word, hands quickly working over the metal. after a moment a thin, bright blue line appears, moving quickly across the smooth surface to form a square, numbers, a screen. his expression grows more intense and his fingers fly over the numbers, waiting--

and gets a dull, hard chime in response. his shoulders slump slightly] ...no, this isn't it. It's a type of emergency console, but it won't take command codes.

[hisoldgirl]

[pfft, you're being nice

watches him in silence, her expression unchanged when it turns out she hasn't found the console] I should not be surprised.