Engineering Core
The Engineering Core is a work of art.
And not just by Earth standards: the Doctor goes so far as to say it can be classified as art by several planetary societies. There’s just something simply gorgeous about Engineering, something he doesn’t think you need to travel all of time and space to appreciate. Not that it doesn’t help. The Doctor’s face lights up as the doors open -- he loves those doors, too -- and he gets his first glimpse of Engineering.
There are screens and fleshy computing banks and things he doesn’t know what they are, but he’d like to know and really, grump or not, Stacy should be proud. Her and her mechanics. There’s no stopping the Doctor. He bounds down a slight ramp that leads from the doorway, long legs covering the distance as he leaves Kaylee behind. The Doctor spins as he walks, by some miracle not tripping on his own ankles, grinning up at the ceiling overhead. It’s not really a ceiling. Not in the true sense of the word anyway. Ceiling-ish. Glowing globules hang down, some of them over the pit Kaylee warned him about, and he’s amazed to admit he doesn’t even know what those globules are for. He wants to say couplings. Maybe converters. Could be some kind of transfer system for bolts. But here’s the thing: the best part is he doesn’t know.
The Doctor is off to investigate another part of Engineering with an excited “ooh!”. He does, however, mind that pit in the center of the room. For now he treats those railings with respect, instead heading for some kind of computer. Maybe-computer. Ignoring the ambient sound of buzzing in the room, the Doctor crouches over the console, then bends over to look at its sides. His hands hover over the organic computer, the conduits next to it leading toward the pit.
For the moment, he seems to have forgotten Kaylee in his enthusiasm.
And not just by Earth standards: the Doctor goes so far as to say it can be classified as art by several planetary societies. There’s just something simply gorgeous about Engineering, something he doesn’t think you need to travel all of time and space to appreciate. Not that it doesn’t help. The Doctor’s face lights up as the doors open -- he loves those doors, too -- and he gets his first glimpse of Engineering.
There are screens and fleshy computing banks and things he doesn’t know what they are, but he’d like to know and really, grump or not, Stacy should be proud. Her and her mechanics. There’s no stopping the Doctor. He bounds down a slight ramp that leads from the doorway, long legs covering the distance as he leaves Kaylee behind. The Doctor spins as he walks, by some miracle not tripping on his own ankles, grinning up at the ceiling overhead. It’s not really a ceiling. Not in the true sense of the word anyway. Ceiling-ish. Glowing globules hang down, some of them over the pit Kaylee warned him about, and he’s amazed to admit he doesn’t even know what those globules are for. He wants to say couplings. Maybe converters. Could be some kind of transfer system for bolts. But here’s the thing: the best part is he doesn’t know.
The Doctor is off to investigate another part of Engineering with an excited “ooh!”. He does, however, mind that pit in the center of the room. For now he treats those railings with respect, instead heading for some kind of computer. Maybe-computer. Ignoring the ambient sound of buzzing in the room, the Doctor crouches over the console, then bends over to look at its sides. His hands hover over the organic computer, the conduits next to it leading toward the pit.
For the moment, he seems to have forgotten Kaylee in his enthusiasm.