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she's been staring through the tiny window for 17 minutes. at least, according to the digital panel beside said mirror. there are other windows, and much bigger ones, of course, but this one is the closest to the tardis. closest to a hasty retreat in case something goes wrong. @n1nth told her the name and a hearty heap of facts about the planet beyond the window, and yet... they're all erased from her memory at the sight of the pale blue sand, gleaming orange sun, a sunflower-yellow sky that sweeps far beyond their humble gaze. it takes every last one of those sev-- oh. eighteen minutes, to come up with something to say. her first words are filled with enough awe and wonder to hopefully account for the simple question. " have you been here before? " / S.C.
#n1nth#( ' COMPANIONS OLD AND NEW. ' / STARTER. )#( I HOPE THIS IS OKAY )#( I FORGOT TO ASK IF THEY'RE ON THE PLANET AND THEN I WAS LIKE. IT'S GOOD. IT'S OKAY. )#( MAYBE SHE'S JUST UNWITTINGLY STARING AT A HOLOGRAM OR SMTH )
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"i got so tired of discussing my future, i started avoid the people i love. evenings of silence and mornings of nausea."
lyric starter ft. @n1nth & skunk. nausea by jeff rosenstock.
#n1nth#skunk / interactions.#hello hello!!!#this song just screams skunk to me#why skunk is saying all this? who knows#he loves to yap ajfklda
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good, i hate long waits.
save for the two of them, and the security-bot steve, the museum at the edge of the universe is empty.
it is not really at the edge of the universe — claire knows that much. dozens of galaxies lie beyond their borders, but the empire doesn't like to publicize the fact they don't actually encompass the entire known universe. so they smudge the edges, and dictate to mapmakers and historians what to write, and as far as everyone knows, the edge of the universe and the empire are one and the same. and, claire, well... there is a reason why after graduating she got sent to an unimportant museum while her friends got positions in the capital.
❛⠀ one more minute and we will — no, wait, wait a second!⠀ ❜ ⠀claire lifts her wrist, tapping on the buzzing screen. ⠀❛⠀ look at that, right on time. well, it seems it is just going to be the two of us today. welcome to the museum at the edge of the universe, i'm claire ravenwood and i'll be your tour guide in this amazing, one-of-a-kind journey! ⠀ ❜
#my brain immediately jumped to this very specific scenario#so#<3 let's vibe#n1nth#〉 answered ₎ fear can make you kind.
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@n1nth. / continued.
just because she doesn't believe what this man says doesn't mean she's going to go out there -- she can most certainly hear something, & she's not a complete fool. the diminutive brunette crosses her arms, a not-at-all stern frown on freckled features. (he really could be a bit more delicate with her mother's cookware.) "pl - pleas-se don-n't dem - dem-mol-lish-sh the k-k-kit-tchen? pl - leas-se."
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❛ watch out! ❜
"Watch out for - !"
She's quick to notice the strange being after his warning, swift to duck behind the wall just in time to miss being shot by - was that. . .some sort of blaster?!
Why does she feel as though she's suddenly in a sci-fi film?
"What the hell is going on?!"
@n1nth
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@n1nth continued from x.
OFFENDED SCOFF escapes crimson lips at his response, placing digits upon the white fabric of her own before turning her attention away from the other. IT'S NOT HER FAULT that the other is quiet as a cybermite in his own craft, giving them all the chances in the world to give a word of input in their (unusual) discussions. You’re usually talkative by now even with the rage and grief of war in your hearts, old friend, why the sudden change now? Curious hearts need to know.
❝ RUDE coming from you and whatever you’re sporting. Nineties homeless rocker? Oh Doctor, you could’ve done so much better. ❞ THERE SHE GOES, proving his point from his response once more. Talkative in this incarnation, isn’t she? Not like she’s following previous footsteps. Painted digit is given, circling around in a motion towards him. ❝ Especially from you, sweet cheeks. You almost talked my ear off in your previous incarnations. One more word and I would’ve ended it on the spot! ❞
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with a half-backed plan, and only her smile as back-up, christine knew she was playing with fire. there was no back-up. no starfleet to beam-down at the last second, with an escape plan and pike's patented worried look. if she mucked this up -- which, she wasn't going to do, because she had no other option but to act her best, it was on her, and her only to get herself out of this.
except... he seemed familiar. christine never forgot a face. a name? perhaps, but not often, she was good with keeping those things locked up in her mind. only, the closer she looked, trying to appear uninterested and only half-succeeding, blue eyes peaking out from behind the newspaper far too many times, the farther away his name seemed, like an actor she'd seen as an extra in a movie. familiar, only he had done nothing to win that familiarity except appear at the screen for more than five seconds.
❛⠀ sorry,⠀ ❜⠀ she said, setting the newspaper down by her coffee-cup, switching over to sit next to him on the other couch, their hosts, who had been locked in a fight at the end of the room for the better half of the past hour not sparing her a glance.⠀ ❛⠀ sorry to bother you, but you look so familiar. have we met? or, no, wait, don't tell me, you're famous. that's why they are being so hush-hush with your name?⠀ ❜
┊ ┊ starter call. ☆ @n1nth
#see originally i was going to write an entire thing about her getting stuck in the past#but her muse decided to just have that instead#so yeah - starfleet officer gets stuck in the past (again) one day they are going to figure out how to avoid that but today is not the day#˗ˏˋ ― very much in control of herself. , 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. ´ˎ˗#n1nth
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hello! i was just wondering if you were going to be opening your commissions soon? i'm interested in commissioning an icon border as i love your work !
hello! i absolutely want to open my commissions, but i'm kind of stuck in a financial situation at the moment where i'm trying to make rent for next month lmao. and since i usually have to purchase specific assets for commissions, i'm not really in a position to do that at the moment. i'm waiting on a new job to start though, so as soon as i get my finances in order, i will hopefully work towards finally opening commissions. please keep checking back though! hopefully it won't be too much longer of a wait.
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it's odd, like his legs just gave out on him; he's giving them the command to run, to move, but it's like the input isn't travelling down his nerves, so he just . . . can't. and the answer is soon made apparent— a tranquilizer dart! sticking out of the left thigh of his trousers. that'll do it. what an inconvenience. his expression is apologetic as he leans on his counterpart for support, stumbling along as best he can to lighten the load.
❝ nah, no need— i can walk well enough. ( ? ) we should be able to make it to the TARDIS. merely a lucky shot; i don't think those things can actually make us out anymore. ❞ onward they press! and that numbness is slowly spreading further up the blonde's body, but he keeps it pushing with the other doctor's help, gritting his teeth.
⋆ @n1nth — continued from here //
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it's like the place wants to calm her down. nothing has changed, of course. the mountain is still the same height, the rocks as jagged, the silence as deafening. she has to snap her fingers next to her ear every so often, just to see if it's the planet or her own senses. it's always the former. though... today, as she begins the climb, it's as though vormir wants to lend her some comfort. a breeze void of temperature rushes over her skin. the slope evens out into a regular interval of plateaus. halfway up, it's as though someone wants to bring her gifts. a flask of cool water. a blanket. patches of flowers that peek from the grey void surrounding her.
it's when she reaches the top, mercifully void of companion, that the silence fades somehow. like someone's covering her ears gently, granting her a less isolating peace with which to make her next decision. only, it's a decision she's already made. step forward. lose her mortality. be destined for the path that the soul stone carved for itself an eternity ago. it's the best option. the only option. she's just made the first step when a shadow flickers behind her, and she turns just as his hand gently catches hers.
" it's the only way. " she tries to make @n1nth understand. she's resigned herself to this, guarded it from the squad, the kids, her dads... there really was only one person who might have been able to see through it all. and now he's holding her hand before she can get close enough to the edge to see it through. " you would do the exact same thing. we both know it. i mean, what's to stop another lunatic from coming up here and doing the same thing thanos did?! what's to stop me from failing? this is a guarantee that nobody can destroy. i step over, the planet is destroyed, and i... well, i become what fate wanted me to be all along. we both know it's the only way, so just let me-- "
❗❗❗ (Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine. ACCEPTING!)
and his lips capture hers, and his hand cups her face, and she leans in and gives in with such a jarring lack of resistance that she wonders if he even had a counter-argument ready in the first place. he kisses her like the universe might be remade anew by the touch alone. the kiss burns into her soul, and she opens her mouth against his, drinking in that dazzling force of him, eyes closing as her other hand lifts up to caress the side of his neck. he smells like leather and dust and stars, and she wonders if it's possible to just stay like this until time runs out and there are no more choices to make.
and that's exactly why she has to do it.
her hands flatten, ending the kiss as they divide their lips and cover his mouth. " it's happening. i love you. please try to understand. just... go back inside, get off the planet, and come back to collect me once it's all over. okay? but vormir has seen her final death. no more will be killed to possess this power. "
when she turns and steps forward, and a plunge becomes her rising up above the void, arms outstretched as a mortal soul ends and an immortal one begins, she can still taste that kiss searing through her soul.
#n1nth#( OH THEY?????????????????????????? )#( I'M BEHAVING NORMALLY WE DON'T NEED TO CLARIFY THAT )#( I'M FINE )#( I'M NOT BUT I WILL BE )#( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. )
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⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ requested by @n1nth : still accepting ! ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾
" i'm terribly sorry , i'm . . . quite new around here . " refugee scientist , an age old story . well educated and well bred just to be without home or title . man finds work where he can . but as the universe slowly ticks towards its end , he's rather sad to admit he finds work incredibly easily . " i believe the main office is that way , but i can't make any promises . " hand lifted to point in the direction man had asked , sonic device extending the trajectory . " i'd take you there myself , but i've had a bit of a breakthrough . i must focus while i still have the right mindset . "
#n1nth#n1nth [ yana ] thread 01.#⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: professor yana. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾#giggles into my hands
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" - How fast can you run?"
She doesn't wait for his response, hand swift to reach for his own in a swift grasp, ready to start dashing.
@n1nth
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@n1nth: you can consider me a friend. or not. it's your choice. / accepting.
one could call her expression incredulous. he's practically a stranger; all she can confidently say about him is he wants her to call him the doctor & he's seemingly unphased by aliens. "i-i -- i ha - hardl-ly kn-n-now y-y-you, s-sir --" friend is a large word. she does trust him, unsure of many other options, but friendship is a lot to ask.
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" YOU SPOOKED MY sheep, friend, " he's been to other worlds, seen far more than any other mortal man, loved, lost, & became a father all in span of a few months. or was it weeks? how could he keep track at this point? the sight of the blue box confused him, sure, but the only reaction it got after materializing on his land was a look of mild interest exchanged between him & his faithful hare daemon, hester. at least life was staying interesting. he hasn't even gotten off his horse, even as the unfamiliar figure stepped out. notably, they have no daemon. that should scare lee, but all it gets is a grimace of mild disgust. they might as well not have skin, but again, seldom bothers lee anymore.
" you got about ten seconds to identify yourself, " under normal circumstances, he wouldn't resort to threats -- he's a talker by nature -- but he has his kid to think about these days.
@n1nth // icon starter call // 222
#n1nth#*211. don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys // post series v. 2.#{lee who has literally been to other worlds and died once by this point: this might as well happen}
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❝ He still hasn’t gotten it? Oh, rest his poor soul. ❞ Mumbled under her breath, placing digits upon the bridge of her nose. ❝ LONG ENOUGH. They didn’t need an outsider — ❞ pointed look is given through digits. ❝ — THAT'S YOU to give them that final push. Though, your first act without knowing? Almost brings some tears to my eyes. ❞
he looks down at his outfit with a frown, but can't see anything incriminating. ❝ this riot would have started whether i told them about the government or not. i mean, really, how long could they pretend that they're the same species? ❞
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@n1nth liked for a starter (still accepting).
"is it always like this? your life, i mean?"
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