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[paradisamods]

[By now it's clear that the attackers have fled the scene, scattering in several directions of the Dead Zone. All is safe, and at least the giraffes have stopped running in panicked circles.

The attackers certainly left their mark, leaving behind a trail of destruction that can be traced back to the site of the monolith's crash. Smoke still billows out as the fires die out, but there seems to be no sign of life among the debris.

What is that thing? You now know that whatever it is, it's responsible for bringing those creatures to Terre Haute. While the giraffes return to their "normal" lives and others begin to pack up for travel, there may not be another chance to explore the crash site. If you want to explore it, now's the time.]

[THE TRAIL | THE SHIP | THE BASE]

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[ensorceler]

[ Hey, all those guys are dead, right? ]

Will you lead the charge?

[gottaknockhard]

[He was thinking more about sneaking in by himself, but for the sake of convincing, he shrugs.]

I guess I'm a little curious after all.

cut in ok y/n?

[toobravehearted]

[The Doctor is working with a long and thick stick, fashioning it into a staff when he tunes in to the conversation.]

Parts of the ship are going to be unstable. Not to mention if there are more of the- whatever they are, inside.

EVERYONE CUT IN THIS IS A PARTY of morbidity and sci-fi

[ensorceler]

[ WELL GO RIGHT IN, GUYS, SHE'S NOT STOPPING YOU. She'll stay out here probably and...cheer you on. Because who's to say this isn't a living creature as much as the castle? Maybe it's dead now, from the looks of it. ]

You call this...behemoth a ship?

all I heard was party

[gottaknockhard]

[He'll be surprised if it's empty, but honestly, talking about it just encourages him.]

Maybe not the most aerodynamic one.

party yes

[toobravehearted]

Aerodynamics not necessarily required, but point taken.

I would suggest teams, or at the very least people in pairs to explore it. Shall we?

[Finished so far with his staff, his knife is folded and put in a pocket.]

[ensorceler]

[ Aerodynamic? She doesn't have a clue what they're talking about, and feels foolish as a result. She was thinking of a ship for water... ]

Perhaps two parties to explore within, while others remain here to stand guard and continue checking for survivors.

[gottaknockhard]

[Sometimes he forgets that ship means two things... Anyway, he's eying the guy with the spear, but he can't really go against the idea when he wasted the last of his bullets on the insect people.]

Why not. You want to let the next two know? [To Anne. He'd rather get in there before the looters get excited.]

[ensorceler]

[ She gives him a deadpan look. Does she look like your secretary? ]

There should be more than just you two in your party. What if you are ambushed within?

[toobravehearted]

[He nods. He certainly knows that Anne isn't stupid. Just behind the times by a while.]

It seems her Majesty is chief co-ordinator, unless she wishes to grace us with her presence inside? The more teams the better I think. There may be technology inside, perhaps some of it useful back at the castle.

[Side look at the chap eyeing his staff and a thin smile.] Can't go wrong with a good stick, you know.

[gottaknockhard]

[Sure, everyone else remembers the 'Majesty' thing when he gets that look. He's trying to hold his tongue, so he refocuses.]

Sometimes that's all you need. [--as if to make a point.] But it's your call, Majesty.

[ensorceler]

[ Anne's lips press together tightly; her attempt to hold in a smile at Spike. It's hardly the appropriate time to be humored, with a dead body not five meters away from her. ]

Very well, you two may go, but you will use your journal to keep constant contact, yes?

[ She pulls hers out of the pocket in her skirt, holding it up as if they need a reminder of what she's talking about. Anne really wants to go, actually, because her curiosity is just about suffocating her. But she has to pick her duty over that this time. ]

I must remain out here, to assist the survivors and be sure no children attempt to enter on their own. Go with my blessing, and God's love.

[toobravehearted]

Sometimes. We'll see how far it lasts. I'm the Doctor, by the way.

[A look at Anne and the journal. With a sigh he takes his out, folds it open and puts it back in his pocket.] You might have your work cut out there, but if you can keep the children out, the better.

[Indicating the downed ship with a nod, he steps off towards it.]

[gottaknockhard]

Spike. [The Doctor... That sounds awfully familiar; enough that it distracts him from arguing about the journal. And they could have said they lost them in the fight, if he hasn't pulled one out.]

I'll see you later. [He gives one last glance at Anne, lingering there a moment, before he starts off just behind the Doctor.]

[ensorceler]

[ She'll nod politely at the Doctor, respecting his resolve even if she's still undecided on her feelings for him. Her smile for Spike is more sincere, and she'll step forward with an outstretched hand towards him just before they enter. ]

Hold. My handkerchief...

[toobravehearted]

[He looks behind to see if the chap is following.

Yes, he is going to eyeroll at that and be impatient, but slows his step to give Spike the chance to catch up when Anne's finished having him be Sir Galahad.]

[gottaknockhard]

[He pauses in his steps, then fishes around in his pocket to pull out a handkerchief. It's not as pristine as it was when she gave it to him -- he may have used it to wipe his face at some point -- but be never lost it.]

Here. [He holds it out, if she wants it back. Hopefully the Doctor isn't paying any attention, but Spike chooses his words carefully just in case he is.] Thanks for letting me borrow it.

[ensorceler]

[ Anne has to roll her eyes before smiling again, shaking her head. ]

I only mean to be sure you still carry it. If it is for luck, you will need it now most of all. My eyes cannot follow, but I will be with you in spirit.

[ AND THE JOURNAL. If they find anything to report... ]

[toobravehearted]

[He pays attention to most things; he just gives the impression that he isn't. Raising his voice a little, ]

Are we ready? Sorry to cut in, but before dark would be good.

[No, he's not in the best of moods. He only has to look around at the bodies from the attack to lay credence to that.]

Threadjack y/n

[wizard_redfive]

[In a hurry? Well, Dairine can definitely get behind that because she's going to use this touching moment as an opportunity to sneak past the guard queen.

And head straight over to the Doctor.]

Going somewhere?

Well it is a party!

[gottaknockhard]

[He doesn't quite wince when not one, but two try to beat him to the chase, but it does put a strain in his smile back at Anne.]

Don't worry. I'm on a good streak. [The smile turns more honest for a brief second, before he replaces the handkerchief in his pocket and follows again, head bowed. Now that everyone is in a hurry...]

[ensorceler]

[ Wait what. She looks at Dairine, then the Doctor, then back to Dairine. ]

You may remain out here with me.

[toobravehearted]

[What the- Oh, Dairine. A look of solidarity and relief for Anne.]

Unfortunately I agree, Dairine. The ship is bound to be unstable with untold what ever in there. Not that I doubt your capabilities but I would feel happier if you remain here, to protect Queen Anne. [Diplomacy, he's practicing it.]

[wizard_redfive]

I'd rather go with him.

[Dairine instantly scowls. Doctor, you're supposed to be defending her choices! She not a kid.]

Trying to shake off a companion, Doctor? You should know that rarely goes well and that I have three years of alien combat behind me since we last met. And as for the "untold what ever," [She pats her bow, the quiver on her back.] ...I think I can handle it.

[ensorceler]

[ She looks angry at not only being argued with, but dismissed. Resisting the urge to slap the girl in the face... It's an urge she's used to resisting all the time with rude people, fortunately. ]