Shore Leave: Geartopia [Open to All]

[meat_mooks]

||Attention all crewmen, shore leave is now in progress, attention crewmen, shore leave is now in progress...||

Stacy's voiced called the entire crew, until all of them were gathered at the Obs Deck. Then, a dossier appeared on the screens, along with the image of a rotating planet.

Planet Designation: Geartopia
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
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[meat_mooks]

The farms are lands of wheat, pumpkin, watermelons and cactus plants - simple but effective. There are also animal farms with Shepofalant, where they weave the animal's yarn into fabrics.

You can go sleep with any of the farmers if you like, they are nice folk. If you wish to get seeds from them, however, you'll need to offer a service in return, and these folks like honest farm work.

[buckerup]

Applejack had managed to avoid most of the outfitting on account of being a pony who could not wear those things, but she'd had a pair of goggles strapped to her hat anyway. They'd tried to replace that too---but she was not having it. "The hat stays," she'd huffed.

But by now she was definitely feeling better. Farmwork! On a real farm! She'd had a few stares at first, but she'd managed to negotiate a new satchel of seeds in exchange for a few hours of plowing. She knew it'd be worth it in the end, but something about the way they looked at her was...off. As if she was some pet in a zoo. Or...someone to be rode.

"No, sugar, I'm sorry, but horse ridin's over that way. I'm a mite busy today," she explained to a child for the tenth time. It had been unsettling, meeting those other horses. They couldn't talk. Some of them were even made of metal.

[tetsuwan_atom]

Atom set down on the ground nearby -- he was really decked out in all the steampunk gear! Except for the boots, that is, since he didn't want to ruin those.

"Hey! You're from the ship, right?"

[buckerup]

Applejack lifted her head in surprise. Somepony was asking about her like she mattered!

"Yup, I am. My name's Applejack, and I'm here to trade for some seeds. But everypony seems to think I'm here to give them a ride."

Out and About.

[aphephobiaqueen]

Satella couldn't say that she didn't like the atmosphere. It kind of reminded her of an old movie she once watched and the place wasn't as crowded as the other shore leave.

The hat, boots and goggles had been really cute, even if she was really uncomfortable getting measured for them.

So now she strode through the town, looking for nothing in particular, just enjoying the simplicity and feel of the place.

Re: Out and About.

[zouichi]

Zouichi was nearby, patting the flank of a nearby grazing Shepofalant, when he noticed Satella strolling by. "Planning to do some trading? Or just enjoying the atmosphere?"

[aphephobiaqueen]

Satella turned and paused at being addressed, it had been someone she'd met before so she nodded a greeting in respect.

"Maybe both. For now however, I'm simply enjoying the place. It's somewhat endearing."

[zouichi]

Zouichi blinked. Endearing? That wasn't really what he'd been expecting to hear from her, somehow.

"So, how have you been? Adjusting, I hope."

Horse riding

[splendid_roman]

Ian has a horse. He feels like he's sold his soul, or at least everything he has just to rent it, but he has a horse. And not an ordinary horse either - those he's ridden in the past. The goggles ended up in his pocket because he needed to be able to see all around him, but the rest of the clothes he's been given he was wearing.

He rode through the town, tipping his hat to everyone he passed.

Re: Horse riding

[facepunching]

One of the people Ian tipped his hat to was decidedly not dressed to blend in. Soren was clad in long white robes, holding several bound volumes under his arm. He gazed up at Ian with cool indifference, pegging him as crew (after all, he didn't appear to be a native beast-man).

"Good afternoon."

Re: Horse riding

[splendid_roman]

"Good afternoon." Ian smiled and stopped beside them man. There weren't many people here who weren't natives or dressed like one. And Ian was curious about the books. "Are you doing some research?"

Re: Horse riding

[facepunching]

"You might say that," answered Soren, motioning to their surroundings. "Or at least, what research can be performed on a backwater such as this. Barely any contact with the rest of the 'universe', no real information on our true enemy."

It was clear that Soren had deemed this planet not truly worth of their time. "They don't even have a decent selection of tomes."

Come Push the Master Off a Horse*

[controlparadox]

The Master had also managed to procure himself a horse, though how he'd actually gone about doing so was anyone's guess. Anyone's but his, of course, and his smug smile might have made it more obvious that it hadn't been an entirely... honest transaction.

At the moment he was striking out alone, looking purposeful rather than wandering about like most of the riders. To anyone who knew anything about him, that couldn't be a good sign.

[[ooc: Totally open. Unless we work it out otherwise, all other threads will be assumed to happen before Eleven's. As for the subject line:

* Neither definitive success nor lack of retaliation is guaranteed. -Management]]

[makeherblue]

It was probably only a matter of time before the Doctor switches his luring skills from following River to following the Master. Unlike with River, the Doctor didn't make much of a point of trying at all to be subtle about it, the Doctor seeming to pop up wherever the Master went even if it was from a distance, like the world's worst cat armed with tweed and complete and utterly disastrous sense of style

Mrrrowwwww fft ffft

[controlparadox]

Even if the Master hadn't been a Time Lord, it would have been difficult not to notice the wheezing and creaking of that monstrosity the Doctor was riding behind him. What, did he ask for the most rundown horse on the planet? The Master wouldn't put it past him, judging by the state of his TARDIS.

He set his mouth in a grim line. He was determined to glean what technology he could from the monoliths, perhaps bend them to his needs and contact potential allies. They may be at war, but the Master had much to offer the other side. He wasn't about to die fighting another's battle.

It was going to be a little harder pulling that off with the Doctor watching his every move.

The Master brought his horse to a halt, turned it about to face the Doctor, and waited.

Time Lord cat fight? Okay so I have him fall in next post?

[makeherblue]

Was he finally seeing reason? The Doctor wasn't sure. The only thing you could be sure about the Master was ultimately he was into it for himself and that was the only consistent thing about him even after all the bodies he went through and all the faces.

The Doctor held on as his horse chugged and lowered its head, galloping to catch up to the Master. Its metal hooves thudded heavily against the ground as it kicked up clouds of dirt. He didn't know what he intended to do with the Master. Three of him and yet this was the one person in existence when three Doctors might not be enough. The distance between them closed as the Doctor's horse raced along the edge of a dusty ravine to his right, the drop going down a good bit away to what was trying vainly to look like a babbling brook and couldn't even get that right.