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Amy Pond was on a space ship. Or a space station, if someone was about to get technical. Regardless, she was in space which was the far more important thing to grasp about this. Sure it was a bit dodgy how she came to be in space, but walking through a portal was honestly one of the less strange things that had happened her. Actually a portal was decidedly more believable than being a police box that wasn’t a police box. Though believable and travelling through time and space didn’t necessarily have to have anything to do with other.
Maybe she should start again.
Amy Pond was in space. There was something about it that got her blood going. Sure it was just orbiting the planet (which was an awful lot of blue and not much else) and she knew what was down there, but she couldn’t quite get over the thrill.
There was plenty of poking around to be hand, questions asked of those far more serious scientists who were up there on something akin to business. It might be a bit touristy of her, but she deserved touristy. The island was a nice honeymoon and all, but a girl couldn’t be expected to just sit there when something like this popped on the scene? That’d be blasphemy.
Standing the control room, a mad sort of grin on her face Amy looked around her. Should she touch something? What would happen if she touched something? Something not-great she reckoned so maybe touching should wait a bit. Slowly spinning in a circle, arms thoughtfully folded against her chest she thought this whole thing over. Maybe she should go have a look at one of the other rooms.
Stopping she took a step-forward only to catch the lace of one of her trainers under her foot. Stumbling forward a bit, she managed to stop herself from falling. That would have been embarrassing. No one wanted to bleed in public, especially not on a space ship. Kneeling she started to tie her shoe, shaking her head slightly.
“I really should’ve worn the cowboy boots. Those would have been a bit more fun,” she mused before standing up and dusting off her hands. “Well then.” She paused as she pulled a face. There was no point in talking to herself if she didn’t have anything to say. Looking around she gestured wildly in the direction that she was headed, shouting so that anyone within earshot can hear her. “Anyone want to join me? I plan on touching everything.”
[ooc: open to any & all (who might be on the space station). st/lt always welcome]
Maybe she should start again.
Amy Pond was in space. There was something about it that got her blood going. Sure it was just orbiting the planet (which was an awful lot of blue and not much else) and she knew what was down there, but she couldn’t quite get over the thrill.
There was plenty of poking around to be hand, questions asked of those far more serious scientists who were up there on something akin to business. It might be a bit touristy of her, but she deserved touristy. The island was a nice honeymoon and all, but a girl couldn’t be expected to just sit there when something like this popped on the scene? That’d be blasphemy.
Standing the control room, a mad sort of grin on her face Amy looked around her. Should she touch something? What would happen if she touched something? Something not-great she reckoned so maybe touching should wait a bit. Slowly spinning in a circle, arms thoughtfully folded against her chest she thought this whole thing over. Maybe she should go have a look at one of the other rooms.
Stopping she took a step-forward only to catch the lace of one of her trainers under her foot. Stumbling forward a bit, she managed to stop herself from falling. That would have been embarrassing. No one wanted to bleed in public, especially not on a space ship. Kneeling she started to tie her shoe, shaking her head slightly.
“I really should’ve worn the cowboy boots. Those would have been a bit more fun,” she mused before standing up and dusting off her hands. “Well then.” She paused as she pulled a face. There was no point in talking to herself if she didn’t have anything to say. Looking around she gestured wildly in the direction that she was headed, shouting so that anyone within earshot can hear her. “Anyone want to join me? I plan on touching everything.”
[ooc: open to any & all (who might be on the space station). st/lt always welcome]