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[scotsfriction]

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

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[math_boy_eli]

Space. He was in space again. He almost couldn't get over it. It was kinda funny -- he'd been pretty glad to be back on solid land full-time when he got to the island. No more being stuck in a pressurized hunk of metal that could depressurize or explode -- or get blown up -- at any given moment. Now that he had the option of being in space again, though, here he was. He couldn't resist. Then again, who could? Space! I have got to get Claudia up here, he thought to himself, grinning. She'll love it.

For now, though, he was just wandering on his own, poking occasionally at the odd computer terminal. This station was nothing like Destiny. It was weird, and Destiny was weird, but in way different ways. He was pretty sure the Ancients would never have built something quite like this. The differences were kinda fun to discover, but he felt a little pang, missing Destiny's familiar systems

[scotsfriction]

"I was only joking," Amy teased turning to face the boy who was talking to her. Walking backwards for a few steps before stopping, gesturing in the direction that she had been headed. Satisfied that she had at least gotten the attention of someone she grinned. It was hard to be down about much of anything when she was in space. It might not be the space that she was used to but it was better than nothing.

"I know that you can't do that. Things start to shake and everything gets a bit dodgy. But I got your attention, didn't I? I call it a success then."

[math_boy_eli]

He kept walking towards her while she walked backwards, stopping when she did. "Yep, you got me," he agreed, grinning easily. "Were you just trying to get someone's attention?" Talking about touching stuff randomly on a spaceship did seem like a good way to do that.

[scotsfriction]

Nodding her head, grin still firmly in place she tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. "Aye, I did," she laughed and shrugged rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. On second thought maybe trainers had been a good plan. They were proper Chucks, just like the sort she had worn when making mad dashes with the Doctor. Really she couldn't go wrong.

"It's boring to explore with by yourself. I mean, I'll do it, but I won't enjoy it half as much as I would if I was dragging someone along after me."

[missingthekeep]

"Oh?" Sean asks, sticking his head out from the laboratory he's been slowly poking around. With Meredith so keen on unlocking whatever medical secrets this thing has tucked away, he's trying his damnedest to get comfortable with it by spending far more time than he'd rather up there. So far, he's been thoroughly unsuccessful. "Ye certain that's a smart thing ta do?"

Copious reservations aside, he doesn't actually sound all that disapproving. He'd be lying if he said he hasn't been tempted a few times, himself.

[scotsfriction]

"Well," Amy started shrugging slight. There was a decidedly madcap sort of expression on her face, one that reflected exactly what she was feeling. Which was to say that she felt brilliant.

"I'm fairly certain it is a terrible idea. Which was why I decided to shout about it."

The surest way to get people's attention was to declare your intention to do one of those things that they were terrified of. That just made sense.

[missingthekeep]

"Well, that's no way ta get anythin' done, terrible idea or nae," Sean says, crossing his arms and suppressing a wry smile. "Jus' askin' people ta stop ye, really." He's fairly certain she wouldn't actually go through with it either way (at least 60% sure, anyway, and as long as Meredith isn't up here as well, that's good enough for him), so he doesn't see much harm in pressing the issue.

[scotsfriction]

"Maybe so, but I like to think of it as some sort of elaborate misdirection. Except instead of disappearing tigers, I just shout things."

It required a lot less effort and halved the chances that she was going to be mauled by a tiger. Oh, Amy had read the tabloids and anyone who messed with large beasts like that while wearing that many sequins sort of had it coming. It was just how things went.

Shrugging, she smiled slyly. "I could be shouting that I'm going to press all the buttons when really I'll be pulling all the levers."

[chose]

"That's what she said?" Honestly, was she expected to let that one slide? Regardless of the answer, Buffy has little inclination to pass up a great joke, especially when the timing is so perfect. It's made all the better, however, when she realizes that she recognizes the woman in the control room. "Amy, right?" Among other things, Buffy recalls having enjoyed her company greatly, even if she wasn't in the best of mindsets when they happened to meet. She's in a much better place now, if only because they're both in outer space. If that's supposed to get old at some point in time, now is certainly not it.

[scotsfriction]

It might be undignified, but Amy was fairly certain it would have been worse to let such a prime joke float by unnoticed. It might have been terrible, cheesy at best and groan-worthy at worst, but she wasn't about to pretend her humor was high brow. Some of the funniest jokes she'd ever heard had been bad. That's what made them funny.

"Nice one," she said with an appreciative nod. "And yeah, it's Amy. Buffy right?"

[chose]

"Yup," grins Buffy, "that's me." It would be both wrong and an absolute lie to pretend that she isn't the least bit interested in what's going on here; so many buttons and knobs and controls set out like that, just begging to be pressed and pulled, how is anyone expected to resist? Good thing, she supposes, that she never had any interest in becoming a pilot. It would have been agony to sit in flight school all day and not activate every setting in sight.

"What've you pressed so far?" She asks, fingers hovering over one brightly colored bulb.

[scotsfriction]

"None." Amy huffed slightly, rolling her eyes as if this was the biggest travesty in the whole wide universe. It wasn't, not even a little bit but she could at least fake it. She would have done a good enough job of it too had it not been for the grin cracking across her face.

"Got any suggestions? Should we go red or blue or tall ones first?"

[stoicsidekick]

Bush still wasn't sure what he felt about all this spaceship business. No matter that everyone assured him that it was reasonably safe, no matter River Tam's joy and excitement , no matter, even, the wondrous view from the space station windows. Ships were not meant to fly, and neither were men, of that he was certain.

But William Bush was an explorer at heart: an explorer and a soldier. What other place could he be?

Still, he looked wary, suspicious, even, one hand on the bulkhead, as though he expected the entire ship to lurch at any moment. "You're mad," he informed the cheerful red-head, raising an eyebrow.

[scotsfriction]

Scrunching up her face in an overly dramatic thoughtful expression, Amy tapped her chin as she considered that label. A moment later, she dropped her hand back to her side, grinning wildly as she nodded.

"More than likely," she agreed. Everyone was more than a little mad. It just took a little boldness to realise that was exactly what you were. Amy had no qualms being identified as mad. It was one of the least troubling things that she had ever been called. "But all the best people are. We have fabulous parties."

[stoicsidekick]

"So I hear," Bush said dryly. But while he might not be mad, he was certainly curious about this place. The sailor nodded down the hallway. "So what's that way, then?"

[scotsfriction]

"Haven't got the faintest notion," Amy answered easily. There was no shame in admitting things like that. Other people might get a bit bent out of shape for having to own up that the didn't know everything, but this was a space station. The important bits were already all out there in the open.

"I was planning on having a look. Just poking around a bit. Seeing what is there."

[tearsthrulife]

There was an honest to God space station. If she were to be completely honest - and there was no way, really, not to be, with as long as it had been since she had been able to say so - Rahne was nothing but thrilled. Real excitement, here, was a difficult thing to come by, and complacency wasn't something that suited her well; strange though this sudden appearance was, she would have been hard-pressed not to be grateful for it.

Meaning, more than anything, just to get a look around, she had taken the boat trip to the second island and gone up (and wasn't that strange, a portal from the ground, if not so much as to really be of note). She hadn't seen much, though, when she heard a familiar voice, one which she couldn't help wanting to answer. "I'd be glad to join ye," she said with a short laugh, walking in Amy's direction. "Fascinating, isn't it?"

[scotsfriction]

"Brilliant," Amy said stopping in her tracks to wait for Rahne to catch up. There was no point in asking for someone to pop along only to leave them behind. That would defeat the point of asking for someone to come along and be kind of mean. There was something about being in a space station that made her both a bit more patient and decidedly impatient all in one go. There was no sense to it. None at all.

"I love space. I love this sort of thing. Sure it's a bit more sterile than I'm used to but I'll take it."

[tearsthrulife]

"It's all a bit odd, this showing up, but you'll get no complaining from me," Rahne said by means of agreement, one shoulder lifting in a shrug. "It's about time we had some proper excitement around here. Which way should we go first?" Likewise impatient, now that she had some company for it, she wasn't about to just stay in place staring when there was so much to be seen.

[scotsfriction]

"Oh, it's totally daft, but I love daft things."

Indeed she did. There was an odd sort of kinship to be found in them given that she was for the most part completely daft. Or maybe just a little daft and fully mad. Amy wasn't certain where the distinction was and for the most part didn't care. It hadn't bothered her so much lately.

Spinning in a slight circle, eyes squeezed shut she stopped suddenly and pointed. "That way. I think."