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[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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[Rude? She's hardly trying to be rude. There'd be a lot more name-calling if she was. Dairine's just head-strong to everyone, royality or not.

Despite the promise of later discussion, Dairine's expression immediately brightens. Maybe this adventure will make up for the hellstorm that was yesterday. At the look, she gives him her best "good girl" face. Yes, she'll listen to him if no one else.

But then there's a hand on her arm and hell no, get off. Dairine steps away from the point of contact with a guardedly neutral expression.]

I never said they shouldn't. But I'd prefer not to stand on the sidelines, thank you.

[Spike glances at Anne one more time, at least enough to show that he appreciates her backing him up. Normally he doesn't mind being underestimated, but they're lagging behind as it is.]

I doubt it'll be that exciting. [Shrugging again, although that might be for show, Spike starts walking towards the ship. Whoever ends up following, he'll deal with, even if it isn't his place to get involved.]

[Over his shoulder as Spike passes by, ] One can only hope that it's not.

[Then a nod and a pained look to Anne.] Thank you, your Majesty. I'll take your assurance.

[For Dairine, his finger is up in the air.] Queen Anne and myself have your best interests at heart and hearts. Don't treat it with such levity, please, Dairine. You are to follow my instruction and stay by my side at all times. If not, I shall be sending you back.

Right. Come along, before I change my mind. [Another nod for Anne, and he's trotting off after Spike.]

[ Anne's entire body tenses, nails digging into her palm as she attempts to soften her glare with a smile, though at best it only makes her look more prone to violence.

But she nods stiffly, her voice nearly monotone with her jaw clenched. ]

As you will, Doctor, for I would not dare cross a man's decision on the battlefield. Go with my blessing, child, and I pray Almighty God stays with you.

[ She's quick to whirl and depart at that, lifting up her skirts so she can stalk off without tripping over bodies. Need to go take her anger out on someone. ]

[A slight frown. She wasn't joking around! But Dairine nods.]

Understood.

[With that slight reminder from the Doctor to be nice, she bites her tongue at the "not a child!" retort that immediately springs to mind. She nods her head to Anne politely, the closest thing Dairine has to a bow. With that, she'll follow the Doctor. ~~Unless someone else stops her.~~]

[He hears the last bit of that conversation, glad that the guy is going to be the one watching her. He only looks back at them just before they reach the opening, when he's pausing to take out his (admittedly empty) gun -- you never know, sometimes waving them around does some good.]

Either one of you bring a flashlight?

[Reaching Spike he makes sure Diarine is no further than arms length. All business, it's clear on his face he's upset with her. He sees the bigger picture though, and expects her to go in the ship alone if he refused her coming; this way, he gets to keep an eye on her. As for Spike, he'll be keeping an eye on him too, companion or not. He's seen that gun Spike, and he's giving you a look. ]

Torches. Yes, right. Let's see. A good question actually, I wonder if they would work.

[And he kneels and starts to empty out his pockets on the ground. A very odd assortment of lots of things that can't possibly all fit in them but they do. He eventually finds a slim penlight and a box of everlasting matches. Handling the penlight to Spike, ] Give that a try, would you please?

[It was quite possible. That or she would have stormed off to find something better to do. Probably complain to Conan.

Dairine is rather confused by his suddenly cold attitude. Did she say something wrong? Still, she'll watch in interest to see if his penlight will work or not.]

Probably not unless we have one of those blue crystals. We may have to use the old fashioned kind.

[A crystal like the one Spike has hidden around his neck to keep his cybernetic eye functioning? Just so happens...

He turns it on and attempts to be surprised when it flashes to life. The same way he's attempting to seem oblivious to the look the Doctor is giving him.]

Looks like we're in luck. [He turns it off and tosses it back to the Doctor. As long as he stays in range, nobody has to know. (Speaking of him though, how deep are his pockets?)] Anything to eat in all that?

[He catches his torch back deftly.] The crystals, Dairine, yes. Fortunately for us, we are good to go, and don't have to go old school with burning torches, either. [He waggles his penlight between his fingers, and gives her a thin smile.

Scooping up his things and putting them back in his pockets, different dimensions in his coat Spike, all very Time Lord clever, he's watching him closely.] Food? Right now?

[Rummaging around some more, he has a slice of toast, no really, it's still good, and hands that out. Also a cereal bar for Dairine if she's peckish.]

If we're done with the picnic though, please, lead on. When you're ready. [Smile.]

[When the flashlight turns on, Dairine immediately suspects something's up. She doesn't have her wizardry, so the power's not back. So there must be a crystal nearby. It wouldn't be too unthinkable that the Doctor got a hold of one in the short time he's been here, and she doesn't know the other guy particularly well.]

Right... [She'll leave it for now. What matters is they have light.]

[She's not hungry, but she'll take the cereal bar to be polite. Smiling at the Doctor, she tucks it into her pocket for a later time.]

Thanks.

[Spike had been joking, so being handed the toast is the last thing he expected. He accepts it dumbly, suddenly realizing that he is actually really hungry about now.]

Yeah, sure. [He takes a bite (which should count for a 'thank you') and heads on through to the entrance. It'll be gone about three bites later, to he can keep his hands free, and he starts to look around.] What do you think the odds are that they all abandoned ship?

[With all his things safely put away again and penlight ready, he picks up his staff and follows inside. He doesn't have a crystal of his own, although they are entering a VERY big structure, and he finds it feasible theres a power source inside. Looking around, he can see broken pipes and wires hanging down from the ceiling of the level he's on and debris litters the floor.]

A ship this size? Where would they go? Apart from coming for us.

[Dairine follows the other two, making sure to stick close. With a structure this big, it'll probably be quite easy to get lost.]

Well, they did have a week's head start. Some could have left to survey the area or find supplies before we arrived. But most likely there's someone still on board. [Or something.]

[He's checking around a corner, although he's slightly more hopeful than anything. How many alien ships do they ever come across?]

Maybe one of them can tell us how they operated this thing.

[His tone is grim as they get deeper in the structure.] Yes. Well. Or where they came from, but they didn't seem too talkative, what with everyone else taking to arms against them.

[Glad that Dairine is staying close, the chances of that someone being onboard he fancies to be quite high.] Dairine's correct, they did have that head start on us. That's not to say there's no one left behind.

[Shining the light around the corner and down the corridor for Spike, ] Control room. Do you think we might find one? As in, maybe we should start looking.

[[ooc: sorry guys, GMT says its time for sleeps! Will pick up in few hours if that's ok?]]

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It's possible that they couldn't talk. Or at least be understood. I tried communicating with them and got charged at for my efforts. Not that all the weapons probably helped.

[Dairine nods.] With a ship this big, I'd leave guards at least.

[Yes, she's staying close. Half because she wants to be able to protect the Doctor if their luck goes south. But a large part of it is Dair really doesn't like these aliens. They remind her too much of the BEM mercenaries she ran into at the Crossings. Big, bug-like, and trying to grab her. If more are going to show up, she'd rather be near the Doctor, as he was her biggest help the first time she faced bug-eyed aliens. It was comforting to know he was there.

She peers around the corner, squinting at the visible part of the hall.]

What would the Control room look like?

[There are other ways of talking, if it comes to that. Although maybe he shouldn't bother to entertain the idea when it's unlikely this ship will ever fly again as it is now. Still.]

A room with a lot of important looking things sticking out of it. [He moves down the corridor, looking into a room as he passes but not getting too far ahead of the light.] Unless they run the whole thing telepathically.

[Looking between the both of them, is that a smile he's making? Yes, yes it is.] I really do like to see people thinking. Well done you two. An interesting thought, to run the ship on- thought.

We shouldn't go too deep or take too long. The main control room, the bridge as it were, I would imagine is in the section that is buried. Secondary and even tertiary control rooms though, even a terminal, might give us some information.

[The floor he finds is sloping downwards slightly and from somewhere much deeper inside he hears a clatter. It could be something... Could be more of the ship breaking away inside. Never the less he comes to a stop, listening for more.]

[Dairine smiles back.]

Wouldn't be the first, I'd bet. [Some places have seriously advanced technology. If there are ships that run on vocal command? Telepathy couldn't be far behind.]

Only way to go is up then.

[Oh wait, what's that sound? Dairine stops, holding onto her bow a bit tighter, and stares into the darkness.]

[He raises an eyebrow at the Doctor, but reserves his comment when the clatter interrupts. Spike gazes in the same direction, giving it a few seconds before he responds.]

Yeah, well. Might as well take the tour.

[Before the whole place decides to collapse on them.]

No, Dairine, definitely not the first.

[His hand hovers over Dairine's shoulder. Head tilted, his hearing is keener than a human's and so far he hears nothing more. Nodding at Spike, he whispers anyway.]

Up it is then. Keep on the lookout for terminals, anything that looks interesting.

And anything that looks dangerous.

[She whispers as well. Best not to be caught unaware.]

[Are they reminding each other, or him? Spike doesn't have anything to add, so he just walks silently peeking into the darkness, still pretending that his gun can do anything if they run into trouble.

Any time now...]

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((Fine by me. c: Rest well.))

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