Crutchie believed it. The Doctor seemed to be a mystery herself - frankly, to herself. It was… fun, actually. He couldn’t quite place why, or abandon the fact that caution had kept him alive for as long as he could remember, but he liked the Doctor’s style of jumping in feet first. Although he wasn’t as impressed with the reaction to the two newcomers as the Doctor seemed to be. There was a sort of animosity there, that maybe the Doctor was ignoring, or maybe that she was oblivious to. They weren’t seen as threats, exactly, but they certainly weren’t being received as friends. Luckily, it wasn’t as much of an issue as he had feared it would be. “I… I didn’t have a plan,” he admitted. He wasn’t going to tell her straight out that he hadn’t even thought she was telling the truth when he’d chosen a location. He had humored her, for reasons he couldn’t quite comprehend himself. And now they were actually here, with real people around them and he didn’t know what they were doing here. “You’ve been to far more places than I have. You… probably have a better idea than I do what to do now.” He didn’t know why, but he was willing to follow her, if only because she was so oblivious to the discomfort the people had felt at her strange greeting. He had a feeling that she wasn’t actually as oblivious as she let on, and that was what got her into places that people didn’t want her to go. Or maybe she really had very little self awareness and he was following around a lunatic. Oddly enough, even that thought was exciting as long as she still took him home at the end of this. “You don’t mind attractin’ attention, do you?” He asked, as though that was the craziest thing he had ever heard. His life was lived by blending in. That was how people survived on the streets of New York. You were either noticed and arrested for something that you may or may not have done, or that may or may not have actually been illegal, or you were killed by people who didn’t like that you had the audacity to stick out. It was clear that the two of them were from very different worlds. So why did he want, if only for a moment, to be part of hers? “How do you do it?” he asked after the silence settled down. “The not minding, I mean?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 30, 2019 21:24:46 GMT -5
"I observe," said The Doctor honestly. "Look around. See what's goin' on. That sort of thing." She looked around to prove the point. "There's always somethin' to see." There was usually a problem. Or they'd make one just by turning up. Or if not, there was some fun to be had or some information to be gathered. She wasn't sure what it was, but she liked keeping her eyes open. "What do ya see?" she asked, interested in Crutchie's opinion. After all, there was just something about the places that she visited that she could pick up. Some things she needed to slow down to see. "No," she said hesitantly. "I don't mind attractin' attention." Then she grinned. "If ya blend in, then maybe nothin' will ever happen to ya ... maybe it will. If ya stand out, then ya know something is going to happen. If ya stand out, then you can do a whole lot more." She chewed on that thought for a while. "Anyway, never said I minded or I didn't. I was just never one for the background." Then she pointed to the left. This was a small enough gathering of houses that they were almost out the other side. But she pointed anyway and said excitedly, "Looks like they sell a bit of food - probably more of bartering than anything. Ya hungry?" She bounded over in that direction, though she had to pull up fast to avoid having her toes run over by a hoofed animal that she assumed was a breed of goat. From there, it was rather more of a struggle against the interest she had in the local goings on. It was only after a second after ducking around the back of a building that she looked around it and added, "Only if ya hungry though."
Crutchie considered, glancing around him. The truth was he wanted to see the castles that his mother had told him about before she died. He wanted to see what it would have been like to live in a grand place with forests all around and an air of magic and mystery surrounding you. He wanted to know what they were like well before his parents had played in their ruins despite not being allowed to. But it didn’t seem likely that there would be any castles around here, and if there were… they were probably well guarded, and nobody like them would be allowed access in. There were none of them in front of him, anyway. “I see people who aren’t certain about us being here,” he admitted, looking around. “But they aren’t scared, just… we’re unfamiliar.” And probably thought he was cursed, but he kept that thought to himself. “Easier to survive if you stay in the background,” he admitted, shaking his head. He hadn’t wanted to fade into the background, but he had been forced to. What would it be like to not have to worry about that? He was about to say more when he heard the Doctor’s offer. “No thanks,” He said on reflex. If someone offered you food, especially if they were paying for it, you said no. Because it was better to go hungry than owe people anything. He followed from a short difference, unsure how to respond to the Doctor. Because he doubted that she would make him pay her back for whatever food she got, but that didn’t mean… he swallowed. He had a feeling he already owed her for bringing him here. And there was something itching at the back of his head that he couldn’t place, like there was something that was important that just wasn’t coming to the front of his mind. No, he was just kidding himself. There wasn’t anything more to his life than what he knew about. There was nothing he had forgotten. The Doctor was wrong, and it was rather cruel of her to attempt to convince him that there was ever anything more, even if she didn’t mean to be cruel.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 6, 2019 6:26:04 GMT -5
There was a small tilt to The Doctor's head - as if she was listening to something. Well, she was listening to Crutchie, of course. But she seemed to be listening to something else as well. "Possibly," she said after a while. There wasn't anything else that she could pick out, at least not at first glance, but something was still unnerving her. She grabbed the nearest piece of round food and apparently not caring too much either about what it was or how clean it was, she bit into it. She was at least true to the fact that she paid for it. Crutchie's own insistence that she not get him anything was turned down simply by ignoring the fact he'd said it in the first place at all. After she had passed out food, she turned away and started walking backwards. "Easier to survive," she agreed. "But I could never do it. There's too many things to see." There was the same niggling feeling at the back of The Doctor's mind, though she was unaware Crutchie was having such a reaction. She tapped her finger against her chin ... then ended up backing into a short wall and nearly fell over it. Then she just sat down and after it made you doubt she hadn't just intended to do that all this time. "Actually," she said after a second. "There is something that I noticed." She dropped her hand back down to her side and nodded at Crutchie in a matter of fact way. "Know what it is?" She knew he didn't, so she just continued. "When we were heading in this direction ... there weren't very many houses." She nodded around. "If that's the case ... they're building them a bit fast. We've been walking around a fair bit and this place was supposed to to be small." She seemed slightly satisfied that she'd found some reason to mistrust there current location. Maybe she'd been looking a bit too hard. But she'd found something.
Crutchie stared at the food for a moment before taking it and tentatively taking a bite out of it. It didn’t seem to be any different from what he was used to eating back in New York - maybe a little fresher? He couldn’t tell. It wasn’t bad, though, and that was all he was aware of for certain. He knew he would have to find a way to pay the Doctor back for what he had eaten, but it wasn’t at the forefront of his thoughts at the moment. He was still a little bit overwhelmed just by virtue of being in Ireland well before it was actually Ireland. It felt like going home somehow. “Is it larger than you anticipated it being?” He asked, his accent still soft. He knew his Irish wasn’t as good as it could have been, and he knew the language had probably changed a lot since this time, but… well, it felt nice to be able to speak it and have the soft vowels fill his mouth in a familiar and friendly way. It wasn’t nearly as harsh as English was, and he found himself melting into it. “Maybe they’re just really good at construction.” He doubted that was true, especially if the Doctor said it was odd. He was inclined to believe her on matters such as this. He took a few steps forward, trying to lock all of this into his memory. Trying to fill every inch of his being with being here because even if it was a dream - and he was still inclined to think it was - then he was never going to be able to have this experience again. Part of him didn’t want anything bad to be going on here - he wanted to be able to preserve it in its perfection - but the other part of him wanted an excuse to stay here as long as possible. “How do we figure out why they’re building so fast?” he asked, frowning. It didn’t seem like something they could just go up and ask people. “Wait,” he murmured, eyes wide. “We aren’t when the English changed all the place names to English names, are we?” Because that was the beginning of the end of his culture, he didn’t want… he didn’t want to see that.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 17, 2019 16:47:31 GMT -5
Crutchie's worry came a bit out of nowhere, but The Doctor answered it easy enough. She sniffed the air, as if the answer was on the wind, then shook her head, "I don't think so. I think we're before then." She placed both of her hands behind her back, looking up at the sky as she walked slowly along. Because of the way her head was tilted, it was hard to tell what she was paying attention to. Her shoes kept connecting in an even line, heal to toe, heal to toe. It wasn't completely impossible to see that she was measuring as she was walking. "I'm not sure if they're building," she said. "We're not seeing any sign of it. But it's like it's growin' with us. Or maybe we've just been caught in a maze." She didn't seemed that concerned either way, just interested. "We should try going back," she said after a second. "I want to see if it will let us." She spun on a dime and started walking back toward Crutchie. She patted his shoulder as she passed, then slowed enough that she was no longer racing ahead. She knew he didn't really want to leave. But there was a mystery and she didn't actually intend to head back until she was completely sure she had figured it out. "Or they will let us out," she added. "Or she. Or him. Or ..." She waved her hand around happily as she theorized. She wasn't sure, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. "And if we can get out," she mused. "I have to see if there's a way around this 'town'. That would be a feat." She was talking in normal tones, but she still looked around to check if anyone was listening. "What do ya think?" she said suddenly. "What do ya want to do?" She glanced over at Crutchie and grinned. "Huuuum? There's a lot of interesting things out there. Might be better to just keep moving forward. I don't wanna drag ya into this unless you want to go."
Crutchie took in a deep breath. He didn’t know that much history, but what he did know… there was a lot that had happened in Ireland that he knew he wanted to be a part of, and even more that he didn’t want to witness. Too many horrible things had happened, and he had had enough of unfortunate circumstances. If he were here, where he had dreamed of going his entire life, he was going to be part of the good things. There were a lot of those, in every time period. There must have been… that seemed to be the case in his time too, it was just that he had drawn the short stick in the lot of life. Not that New York was bad, or that he’d trade his friends for any amount of wealth or second chances, but… well, they could move around here, if they wanted. That was an extraordinary gift. “Why wouldn’t it let us go back?” Crutchie asked, confused. It seemed that the Doctor had realized something that Crutchie hadn’t quite caught on to yet. He wondered if she was going to explain, but she seemed to be more of the explain as you go type of person that someone who would give him straight answers to anything he asked. Not that he knew anyone who was willing to give straight answers, even back in New York. He frowned slightly at the feeling of her hand on his shoulder - for only a moment - then seemed to accept it and begin following. For him to be an enigma to this woman who seemed to embody the word… well, it was a strange feeling. Like perhaps some of the crazy things she said might be true. “It’s a normal town,” he commented, following her quickly. “With normal streets, with people living here… there’s gotta be a way…” he frowned, realizing he misunderstood. “Ya don’t mean within the town, do you?” He wasn’t feeling anything sinister here, and he prided himself on having good instincts, but if the Doctor wanted to investigate… “You ain’t dragging me into anything.” He grinned. Truth was, he wanted to see what she was talking about.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 28, 2019 0:08:00 GMT -5
"It's a normal town," The Doctor confirmed with a nod. "At least as normal as any other town can be considered." It sounded like she didn't consider any town normal, but was just using the comparison to make it easier on Crutchie. "But normal doesn't always mean the same thing everywhere ..." He was right though. People were living here. Se started paying more attention to them, watching how they moved. They had to be aware of the over extension of the boundaries of their home. Right? "No," she agreed, voice soft. "No, I don't think it's in the town. It might be. I'm not completely sure yet." She spun a bit, crouching at random points in the road to touch the dirt. She had to look up from it though, back at Crutchie. Both of her eyebrows rose, as if she didn't really believe she wasn't forcing him into this. There was an expression on her face which was almost unplaceable. Then she looked back at the ground. She didn't look like she believed him, but she was distracted soon after. "Well, it isn't making the street longer. Things are actually being added." She stood up again, counting under her breath as she scanned the skyline. Then she started walking, still watching the same patch of horizon. It took a couple seconds, by her count, before she pointed off into the distance. "My counts off by two. There's new houses over there." She nodded in that direction, still walking back in the way they had come. The Doctor spun around again, watching this new skyline as she walked backwards. "Hum," she said after a second. "It's only building up in the direction we're walking in." She stopped walking. "So. Are we the ones getting trapped? Or is the whole town trapped?" She glanced at Crutchie then. "Think we should ask? Or maybe try somethin' else?"
Crutchie wasn’t sure he understood, but what he did know was that he was curious, and he wanted to find out what the Doctor was talking about. Oddly enough, her words were beginning to make sense to him. Well, not sense exactly, but he wasn’t as confused, and he thought he might have started to be able to at least grasp what she was saying after she said it. Perhaps that was just because she was sounding oddly clueless at the moment. In an exciting way, though. Crutchie let a grin pull at his mouth, suddenly seeing the possibility of adventure this brought. It was one thing to see an old Irish town, preserved exactly as it had been back in its prime. It was another thing to find a town that was being negatively impacted by something and being able to figure out exactly what that might be. “You think the people here have realized that there’s a trap?” If there was a trap, Crutchie wondered, could it just be for the Doctor? If not, why had it shown up now, exactly where they had ended up? If the Doctor could travel wherever and whenever she wanted, it wasn’t too difficult to believe that she had made a few enemies in the mean time. Crutchie certainly had enemies, and it was just by virtue of the fact that he existed as a person on the streets of New York. No matter who you were you were bound to find people that hated you, and since the Doctor had an ability most others didn’t… it wasn’t a stretch of the imagination to believe that others could certainly be jealous. Jealous enough to set a trap, even. “What if we go further? What if we try walking until there’s no more town?” It would hopefully show how dedicated the person laying the trap was. Unless it was some sort of magic that Crutchie didn’t understand, but even that must have limits, right? “And if it’s building up over here, does that mean the town as a whole is getting larger, or does it mean that buildings are being deleted on the other side?” He cast his gaze at the Doctor, wondering if she had any ideas. Crutchie wouldn’t have been opposed to running to the other side to check and see if the spreading of the town went that way too, but he figured it was probably for the best that he stick with the Doctor at least for now. He didn’t want to get left behind here, after all. He enjoyed his life at home. He wouldn’t willingly give it up just to get stuck in a world full of people that had died a long time ago in Crutchie’s history.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 9, 2019 4:39:30 GMT -5
"I don't think so," said The Doctor. "Not yet, at any rate." She blinked, then shrugged. There was a lot to think about. "Walking seems like a good plan though." Maybe she didn't have any other idea. Maybe she honestly thought that there was only one option. Or maybe she had been planning to do exactly that suggestion anyway. Either way it didn't matter. She started in the direction of the center of town again, though that wasn't saying much since it kept growing. "I haven't seen any of the distant roofs disappear yet, so for the time bein' I'm assuming that it's adding onto." She spun, checking back the way they had came, just to see if this statement continued to hold true. It did. The Time Lady continued following the road, checking every now and again that there really was more town to go into. There always was. How much 'deeper' into the town could they go? They had been walking for about another five minutes, The Doctor holding to both the current pace and the direction ... The 'center' of town had been and gone, but by that time there was already a new center as the town kept building up. "I need a better view," muttered The Doctor after a while. She looked up at the nearest building. It wasn't much taller than any of the other surrounding buildings. The roof also didn't sturdy enough to hold any actual weight. The Doctor frowned. If this was a trap of some kind, she would have hoped the bait would have turned up by now. She still went toward the house she had apparently picked out, checking that no one was in it. Which in itself she found odd. There were still a scattering of people here and there. Suspicious, she entered the house. Admittedly, if this place really was a trap and everything in it was controled by whatever entity was also expanding it, then there was no way this place wasn't a trap as well. Either way, she still seemed to think it was worth the risk. "There has to be something -" she said, intent on explaining how odd it was that there were still people around. But then she found the world wobbled a bit. She reached out, a hand slapping onto the top of a table to steady herself. It didn't seem to help and she almost tipped over. That ... probably wasn't good. Darkness was collecting in the corners of the room - or maybe it was the corners of her eyes. She tried to back up, but that didn't seem to change anything. Then the bottom dropped out of the world and before she could even check on Crutchie she was falling. Darkness ... And then something which smelled like the sea ...
Crutchie wasn’t so sure about following the Doctor, but what choice did he have? She was his guide, and if he got separated from her when she was heading into a trap, that wouldn’t be ideal. Then again, it would probably be better if only one of them got caught in a trap rather than both, but if the house they were entering was a trap it was too late now for that thought. They were going to get trapped together, and if the Doctor was having misgivings about the building… well, it would only be right for Crutchie to have the same misgivings, wouldn’t it? And, just as he was about to turn to walk out the door, to get back into the sunlight, darkness crowded at the edge of his vision and he froze. Panic built up in him as he tried to decipher whether it was his vision going dark or whether it was the room around him seeming to dissolve. Either way, something was very wrong, and whatever it was was incredibly disorienting. He couldn’t really see, just hear his heart pounding in his chest as darkness took over the whole room, and then… waves. He heard waves. How did that make sense? He blinked, his blue eyes overwhelmed by the sudden sunlight flooding into them. It took him a moment to reorient, but once he did he couldn’t help but gasp. They were on a port of some sort, a large ship – larger than any Crutchie had ever seen, at least – swaying in the waves besides them. People were shouting in a language that Crutchie didn’t think he understood at first, until the words crystallized in his ears. Obviously these people were preparing for a journey of some sort. He heard jokes thrown around and men slapping each other’s shoulders with the confident amiability of long term comrades. One man in particular seemed to be the center of attention, directing each of the others where to put the boxes they were carrying aboard. It was nothing like Crutchie had ever seen, and for some reason, he wanted to be a part of it. He would never get a chance to be a hero, but this seemed like something heroic happening. There were at least fifty men – some of them just barely older than Crutchie – preparing. “Where are we?” He whispered in wonder, turning around to take it all in. One young man almost bumped into Crutchie before he backpedaled a few steps. He wanted to be a part of it all, though he couldn’t quite say why. He had never even been out of New York, he wanted to sail the sea and see what was out there, he wanted to join this crew of heroes and adventurers that seemed so close, so much like the brothers he had found in New York… he couldn’t hide the grin stretching across his face. Almost of their own volition, Crutchie’s feet took him a few steps closer towards where the men were boarding the boat, streaming in and out as they made their final preparations under the searing light of the sun. “Can we join them?” He asked the Doctor, eyes wide. It was like he had forgotten how they had gotten there in the first place. It was like he didn’t realize that they no longer had a way back. If he had looked a little bit higher, he would have seen the name of the ship: The Argo. Though he may not have known what the words meant in the significance of history.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 28, 2019 17:34:17 GMT -5
Very carefully, the Time Lady sat up. There was sand covering most of her back now, as well as a majority of one shoulder. She brushed it off, looking where Crutchie was looking. She froze. Then she looked up, and around, and then cursed softly under her breath. The curse was unrecognizable as English, but the sentiment was easy enough to interpret. This wasn't good. But Crutchie didn't seem to know what the situation was. The Doctor smoothed over her expression. This was fine. She didn't need to worry him. There were other things that they could focus on. She stood up, still brushing off the sand. This wasn't very hard to work out. The historical context that was. Or rather, the mythological one. The Doctor's eyes lit up, despite herself. "It's real," she muttered. She could assume that they had fallen through time. She didn't know how yet, but it probably had to do with where they had been. This might have even been the trap. But if that was the case, then this was an amazing discovery. She glanced at Crutchie, surprised. She hadn't expected him to make sure a daring suggestion. She would have thought he would want to er on the side of caution. But she wasn't going to say no. "Let's go see what's going on," she said. She waved in direction of the man who seemed to be in the center of the movement. Or at least seemed to be fronting it. "Lets talk to him." She walked in that direction, apparently not minding the clothing she was wearing was still covered in a bit of sand. This wasn't an opportunity that she wanted to miss. "Excuse me?" she said, waving at the man to get his attention. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, but when was she ever. If this was a trap, then it seemed like the man in the middle of things would be the bait. It seemed likely, in her personal opinion, to find more answers by going directly at the problem. She glanced back at Crutchie, and said in a low voice, "How much do you know about Greek mythology?"
If there was one person that Crutchie didn’t want to approach, it was the man who seemed to be in charge of everything. If anyone were to tell them that they weren’t allowed to tag along it would be him. Based on the people around them… well, it didn’t seem like either a woman or anyone like Crutchie would be easily welcome aboard. Besides, Crutchie had heard one too many myths that said that women were bad luck to have on board a ship. If they were going to be allowed on it would be far better to befriend someone unassuming who could sneak them on and then they’d deal with the consequences of it later. There wasn’t too much wrong with that, right? But if the Doctor wanted to talk to the man in charge, then Crutchie was basically powerless to stop her. “Greek?” Crutchie asked, frowning. “Nothing, really. Just know that there are a few buildings around New York that are named after their gods, maybe?” He shrugged. Greek mythology wasn’t something his parents were aware of, and therefore it had never been passed on to him. It had never really occurred to him that not knowing about an ancient culture’s religion would come back to bite him, but here they were and these people were apparently Greek. “Do you know where we are?” He asked after a moment. If it was Greece… well, that was an interesting twist, considering they had been in Ireland just moments before. The man had noticed the two by now and was frowning while saying something to another man who quickly scuttled out of the way and went into the ship. Eyes narrowed, the man gestured for the two to come closer. “Who are you?” the man demanded, crossing his arms. From up close, Crutchie could tell that he was actually a lot younger than the boy had originally assumed. There was something about the commanding way he regarded those around him that had made Crutchie think he was older. “My crew is set to sail this evening, this dock was supposed to be cleared for our ship. If you’re here to wish farewell to one of my men, and… I suppose you are… you should have done so either this morning or last night.” Crutchie cast a glance at the Doctor, unsure what to do next. If she knew who this man was – if he was someone out of Greek mythology, then Crutchie figured it was probably best not to ask the man any questions the Doctor already had the answers to. He wanted to make the best impression possible, mostly because he really did want to see where they were going. And he wanted to go with.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 27, 2019 18:04:57 GMT -5
"No," The Doctor said brightly, looking over the man who had turned to talk to them. She was placing bets she knew who this was, but she wasn't going to say his name just yet. "We didn't come to say goodbye to any of the crew." It was the way The Doctor stood. It matched this man's stature in a way, but also a lot differently. The way her shoulders were set made it look like she was supposed to be here and perfectly at home. Just like she had been in Ireland, only now they were stuck here. She liked traveling, almost more than anything else, but this was being trapped. But she didn't have to think about that. They had just gotten here. For the time being, she was much more excited about the other prospects of their current location. "I'm a traveler," she said easily. "Just passing through." Her eyes sparkled with an old light. She wondered if this man had any idea where her TARDIS was. Or, for that matter, what had happened to them. This didn't seem like a dream - it felt like they had traveled in time. But she had no way of knowing how just yet. But it couldn't been chance that this was where they had ended up. "Where are you headed?" she asked. "I don't suppose you would have need of a navigator?" Really, she didn't need a yes or no answer. She was feeling confident that even a brief conversation might allow her some insight on what she would need to do. The coincidence that this wasn't probably meant that she and Crutchie would have to follow this voyage somehow. She could figure out the hows.
Crutchie looked at Jason, half terrified that he was going to tell them both to turn around and go. Because if they weren’t saying goodbye to the crew then they were in the way. And he wasn’t stupid, there were any number of reasons that Jason wouldn’t want them on the ship. Not counting the fact that a boy and a woman would be a liability in the eyes of the crew, even if they were both invaluable. Crutchie knew for a fact that only one of them had the ability to be invaluable in this situation, and it wasn’t him. He tried to make himself even smaller than he actually was. Some of the crew members seemed to offer him smiles when they caught his eye. He realized with a start that many of them weren’t that much older than he was. He had to hope that the Doctor knew what shew as doing, and that maybe this man really was in need of a navigator. The man thought for a minute. “This is a long and dangerous journey. We have men skilled in navigation and several destinations in mind. We don’t expect all of us to return when the journey is done. A quest such as this is no place for people such as you.” There was an implication there that Crutchie didn’t like, but he didn’t want to be the one to push it. He gave the Doctor a glance, then decided he would be of more use elsewhere. He slipped off after one of the crew members he had noticed before, one of the ones who had given him a smile. “Excuse me!” He limped after the young man, catching up surprisingly quickly. “May I help?” The young man, Orpheus, turned and gave a small confused smile before handing Crutchie one of his boxes – one that could be easily carried one handed.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 3, 2020 14:10:10 GMT -5
Th Doctor grinned as if she hadn't just been turned down - rather politely, but still turned down. Despite that fact, she didn't seem to be turning away. "Wonderful! Every good journey needs a navigator. It takes great skill to know where ya are and where ya're going, particularly in the situations ya will face." She was still smiling as if all of this was perfectly normal. Then, as if it was simply talking about the weather, she crossed her arms and started talking to Jason with the weather in mind. In this case, listing off what sort of weather they would be facing in the next week, where that meant their ship would go, where exactly the current was taking them, and the very strong likelihood that on at least three of the nights within the next week that stars wouldn't be visible. All of this was delivered with a smile. "As for people such as us, I think ya're underestimatin' us. The addition to yar vessel is very wide ranged as it stands. Everyone is there for a reason. Do I sound like someone who shouldn't be here?" Perhaps her eyes were a bit too bright. There were other things she could say to convince Jason. This wasn't an accident that they were here. She firmly believed that. It was just a matter of what sort of thing would convince Jason. Her attention was drawn to Crutchie, however, suddenly aware that he wasn't by her. She slowly turned, looking around, not spinning like she wanted to because she couldn't let on that Crutchie wasn't capable of looking after himself. He was - if he was at home. This was back in time. Even her usual traveling companions weren't always in their depth in these sorts of situations. She was, however, a bit surprised to see Crutchie assisting in the loading of cargo. She turned back to face Jason, inwardly smiling to herself. He looked like he'd made a new friend. "We're a gamble that would be profitable." It was a promise she hoped that she could make.
Jason’s eyes narrowed as he regarded the woman in front of him. Obviously, she was not merely human. While he was used to dealing with people who were more than human – gods, demigods, the like – he didn’t have to like it, especially when he hadn’t planned on it. This woman and her friend were certainly not within his plan. However, if she was here, and if she knew all of this, she must have, in some form, been sent by the gods. As a gift, or as a test? That was what he would have to find out. Would she bring ruin to their mission or would she benefit them? He looked at his crew, still loading cargo onto the ship. If she were to turn against them, could he risk all of their lives? “Perhaps,” Jason replied evenly, “we could find room for you on our quest. Your friend, however, is a liability. I handpicked every one of these men, and we have no space on our crew for a boy, let alone one like him.” He cast a meaningful glance at the Doctor, not fully saying what he meant. They had made able bodied boys who wanted to come stay behind, there was no excuse to take someone who would merely hold their mission up at all. Crutchie followed the young man into the hull of the ship, careful to keep the boxes balanced on his good arm. He didn’t know what kind of deal the Doctor might be able to strike with the man, but he knew he was more use here, helping out where he could, than hovering over her shoulder. He made eye contact with her briefly as she looked back, flashing a smile before he blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the darkness of the interior of the ship. “Anywhere?” He asked, and the young man nodded. “Doesn’t much matter as long as everything ends up onboard. Your box is lighter, though, so if you can reach, maybe you can put it on top of something else.” He gave Crutchie a crooked grin, one that Crutchie couldn’t help but return. “Is there anything else to carry on?” he asked after a moment, to which Orpheus nodded, leading him back out into the sunlight, towards the Doctor.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 17, 2020 6:43:42 GMT -5
Well, there was herself taken care of. The Doctor mentally hummed herself, very discontent with how Jason was speaking. "Yar concern is appreciated," she said, in a tone which seemed to be holding in a lot of her actual thoughts. "I'm glad that ya are accepting if my proposal," said The Doctor. "I appreciate it, really," she added. She was aware asking wouldn't work on Jason. He'd probably been asked by a dozen people and that wasn't going to change. He needed proof - or at least wise words - to be convinced. "He isn't a liability though," she said, eyes sparkling a bit. "His worth shouldn't be measured his limbs. Taking things as they seem is a sure way not to get accurate information." She shoved both of her hands into her pocket, leaning back on her heals. She wasn't budging. You could see it in her eyes. Not exactly stubborn, though there was certainly enough of that in her to go around, but most of it just seemed to be conviction. "He's smart," she said after a second. "And resilient. And he's got more up in his head than even I know about." Her head tilted a little. "You'd be surprised by people sometimes."
Jason cast an irritated look at where he had seen the boy disappear into the hold of the ship with Orpheus. He had done everything in his power to avoid having a stowaway, but if he wasn’t careful he knew the boy would board the ship to be with his strange friend here anyway. Would it be better to face having a stowaway and deal with him later, or give in now and just let the boy on? The most ideal situation was not letting the boy board in the first place, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think that there weren’t people among his crew who would take a bribe to let people on the ship if they paid handsomely enough. This woman didn’t seem to be above bribery. He knew that the woman in front of him was a dangerous sort. The kind that could spin your head around in words and convince you that right was wrong and vice versa. “That doesn’t change the fact that he’s a child and he cannot fight with that leg restricting him. I will not allow anyone passage on my ship that I am not confident will make it in the end. I don’t want any more blood on my hands than I must have.” The woman wasn’t going to give up, that much was clear. The thing was, Jason wasn’t inclined to give in either, even in spite of seeing the way the boy had been so quick to help Orpheus with a box that seemed like it should have been too heavy for him to carry. There were members of the crew who were only a little older than that boy seemed to be. He would be able to find good work somewhere, if he wanted it, so why did he want to join this quest? Jason had made it explicitly clear that though they would return heroes, the chances of not making it were pretty high. It had attracted the right kind of men, but the last thing he needed on his hands was a kid with some sort of need to be a hero. Not that he would say that aloud – the woman seemed like she wouldn’t take too kindly to a comment like that.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 12, 2020 18:07:10 GMT -5
Two stubborn people running up against the other. It always infuriated The Doctor when someone else couldn't see the whole picture and it infuriated her even more when she couldn't tell someone the whole story. This was one of those cases. She had been brought here. Yet another impossible thing in a list of impossible things. Crutchie had too. He didn't deserve to be stuck here alone, not for any length of time. She didn't want to put his life at risk, but she didn't know why … but something told her it would be a bit more complicated than that. She took a step forward. Just a small one. Her stature wasn't very impressive, but her attitude was. "I can promise his safety." She'd make sure of it, somehow. She had to. She had to get him home. "I swear it. You will not have his life on your hands. It is on mine." She met Jason's eyes. "We will be fine." She hoped she was telling the truth. She had to be. But though she inwardly doubted herself, there was pure conviction outwardly.
Jason pursed his lips, obviously disliking the situation. However, the woman in front of him was very clearly sent by the gods in some very concrete way, and if she insisted on bringing the boy along, he couldn’t argue without risking the lives of more than just this woman and the boy she brought along. If he angered the gods in that way, his entire crew would be at risk, and that wasn’t a chance he was willing to take even if this woman wasn’t from the gods. “If he gets injured, or if he falls behind, we will not turn back for him. Same as for you or anyone else on the ship. As you said, his life is on your hands, not on mine.” He sighed, at least a little bit of the tension leaving his body. “My name is Jason. May I inquire as to yours and the boys before you join my crew?” He glanced behind the Doctor, surprised to see the boy still attempting to help load the ship. Perhaps both he and the woman in front of him would be more use than he had originally given them credit for. Provided they didn’t die on the way there.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 8, 2020 17:48:48 GMT -5
The Doctor didn't relax. There didn't seem to be any tension held in the set of her shoulders. All of it was held internally. She just nodded her head, as if she'd expected Jason to answer with this and was grateful. "Alright," she said. She turned glancing back at Crutchie. He was helping with the cargo still. The Doctor felt a flicker of a smile on her face and her expression shifted to something lighter. "I'm called The Doctor," she said to Jason. "He's called Crutchie." She shifted again, turning to completely face him. "Nice to meetcha, Jason." She dipped her head, her smile back on her lips. "How may I be a service to ya crew?" She placed both of her hands on her hips, her confidence prominent in her posture. She wasn't sure how Jason might respond to her question. Her skills were varied enough, but she wasn't used to being part of a crew. As it was, she was taking it as fact that Jason had already confirmed for the most part that they were in. She was going to move forward like that was the case. "Who is the person that my friend seems to have gotten to know?" she asked, glancing at Orpheus.
There were a lot of things Jason didn’t like about the idea of letting the Doctor and Crutchie join his crew, but there really wasn’t much he could do about that besides just… move on. Accept them and hope they didn’t die and do his best to honor them if they did. “The pleasure’s mine,” he returned distractedly, turning his attention away from the Doctor so he could monitor what the rest of his crew was doing while he’d been occupied. It seemed the loading up of the ship had begun to wind down, at least. Thoughtfully, he swiped his tongue over his upper teeth – a nervous habit, one he hadn’t been able to quite shake. “We’ll need some of your skills once we set sail. For now, just stay out of the way until we finish loading everything up.” He raised his hand, beckoning Orpheus, and therefore Crutchie, to come join them. Orpheus, in turn, cast a glance at Crutchie, who turned to lead the way. “That’s Orpheus,” Jason explained, finally turning his attention back to the Doctor. “Our musician. Either we won’t need him at all, or you’ll be grateful he’s here eventually. All I know is the prophecies implied none of us will survive without someone like him, so I hope you like music.” He gave the Doctor a small wink before Orpheus and Crutchie came within earshot. “Orpheus, the Doctor and Crutchie will be joining our crew. Since the boy seems to have taken a liking to you, they’re your responsibility now. Try to see to it they stay out of trouble.” Orpheus nodded solemnly. “Oh,” Jason continued, locking eyes with the Doctor. “If you’re truly as good with navigation as you say you are, I’ll send for you this evening once we’re on the water.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 14, 2020 5:25:48 GMT -5
It seemed like a reasonable enough offer from The Doctor's point of view, so she agreed. The only issue she could really see was that she still didn't know how they had gotten here - or how they could get back. Mythical or not, her understanding was that monsters and other difficult issues along the journey resulted in deaths and ... well ... Jason was right. It was no place for a boy. But they were here for a reason, likely a trap or an accident, and that meant she needed to work out why here, and why now. "Nice to meet your Orpheus." It was only when she said the name that who he was sunk in. Orpheus. The musician. She knew of Jason, of course. And many of the others who either were supposed to be on the mythical ship at one point or another. But Orpheus? He was the one who could supposedly charm birds out of trees to listen to him. The Doctor would have said she was a big fan if it wan't for the fact this would probably have given some stuff away. Like who she was. So instead it was just her eyes which reflected a very, very strange light as she said, "Yes, Orpheus. Nice to meet you." She'd said it again. She'd said the same thing twice. It was fine. Things were fine. "Anything we can do for now?" she asked instead.
If Orpheus recognized that the Doctor had repeated herself, he gave no indication of it. There was something about her expression that puzzled him, but he figured it would be impolite to inquire about it. If he was going to be in charge of watching over these two – a task he was almost positive he wasn’t up to considering his rather appalling lack of skill in a fight – the last thing he wanted to do was make them uncomfortable this early on. “Likewise, Miss Doctor,” Orpheus responded. He sent a small smile Crutchie’s direction, not really sure what to do with them now. The ship was mostly loaded up, and various crew members seemed to be heading their own separate ways. Jason had begun to walk away with the knowledge that the newcomers were being taken care of, and the three were left alone. “There’s nothing much to be done right now,” Orpheus replied, watching some of the crewmembers depart. “Most folk are going to bid their families farewell.” Orpheus had no family to say goodbye to, which left him… here. With two people he had never met before, who he felt responsible for. Crutchie glanced at the Doctor and then at Orpheus, still trying to process what, exactly, was going on. He had wanted to go on the ship, to be part of this, but the danger definitely felt more real now than it had before he had a definite spot on the ship. “You don’t gotta watch over us or nothing,” Crutchie told Orpheus, though it was clear the musician didn’t believe him. Crutchie had a lot of questions for the Doctor, but he couldn’t ask them with Orpheus there.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 22, 2020 17:40:09 GMT -5
The Doctor caught the look that Crutchie was giving her. Orpheus seemed polite enough that she thoughts she could get away with scooting away just a little. "Could you wait here a second," asked The Doctor, sounding a bit guilty that she had to excuse herself from this very active conversation between Orpheus and them. "I think I have to talk to my friend here for a second." She had a feeling it would be a good idea for both of them to separate for just a second, just to be sure that Orpheus didn't get bored with them. (And that would be pretty horrible. This was a musician who was ... wow.) The Doctor gently placed a hand on Crutchie's back and pushed him in the direction of the edge of the dock or whatever you'd call this place. Dock. Yeah. Probably that. She was a bit distracted, still thinking about the fact that that had been Jason and she had just been talking to Orpheus. But now she thought that they were mostly out of earshot, though Orpheus should have still been able to see them. It would at least give Crutchie a chance to talk to her. "What is it?" she asked softly. She'd seen that he'd had something to say, and she really didn't intend for Orpheus to overhear if that was the case. She was watching him just to be sure. "Is something worrying you?" she wondered. Her eyebrows knitted together. Something was worrying her, of course. But she wasn't paying attention to that. It was just something that would be a very bad idea to focus on, because there was probably going to be issues with what she had just done - almost assuredly - but if she payed attention to them than she might end up backing out. And if that happened, then she wouldn't get the answers she was sure they needed. She just didn't like risking Crutchie.
If Crutchie had been better versed in Greek mythology, he might have realized what a huge deal this was. As it was, based on the Doctor’s reaction, he had a feeling that the new friend he’d made was… important, somehow. Crutchie didn’t like to judge importance based on someone’s behavior, but in New York it was very, very easy to tell who was important and who was not. The important people were rude, and they dressed up in clothes that were too expensive for Crutchie to even think of touching, and they very rarely even looked people like Crutchie in the eye. If Orpheus was important, then he was obviously a very different kind of important. Once they were far enough away that Orpheus wouldn’t be able to hear, Crutchie released a breath. “We got here somehow,” he murmured, lifting his gaze so he could meet the Doctor’s. “Only… it wasn’t on your… your ship thing. Your TARDIS. And I still wanna go with, don’t get me wrong, but ain’t this… dangerous?” Crutchie could do dangerous. He did dangerous every day, facing the day and getting through until the end of it. “We don’t got a way back to my ‘ome, and surely you got someplace you’ll be wantin’ to get to eventually, so…” he looked at his feet, frowning. He didn’t want to talk the Doctor out of them going, but it didn’t seem smart if they didn’t have a way out. “That is, unless your TARDIS can take us places without us gettin’ inside it…?” He hoped that was the answer. It would be so much simpler if it was. Unfortunately, however, he was catching onto the very predicament the Doctor had been aware of from the start. “Also…” Crutchie frowned, casting a glance back at Orpheus. “You knows who ‘e is, don’t’ya?” Which meant he was important in the Mythology, if Crutchie had put two and two together properly. In his defense, he had never really learned math other than what was required for selling papers and keeping himself alive. “Is that safe? If we’s in ‘istory somewhere, and you know ‘im,… couldn’t somethin’ change? Ain’t it possible we get in the way of what’s s’posed to ‘appen? Pretty sure nobody like me’s in Greek Mythology.” He hesitated for a moment, then let a small smile break across his face. “Who is ‘e, though? Someone important?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 29, 2020 4:19:43 GMT -5
The unfortunate fact was The Doctor had been hoping Crutchie wouldn't catch on this quickly. She would have been disappointed if he hadn't, but it made things a bit more difficult. And as Crutchie put it, more dangerous. She started with Orpheus first. He was easiest. He was myth - or maybe history. "He's called Orpheus, as you heard," The Doctor said slowly. "He's supposedly the son of a god. His music was caused flowers to grow or, when sad, rocks to cry - at least that's what the stories say. He sailed on this ship, but I don't actually know if he had as much of a part to play as some of the others." She was ashamed to say that she didn't remember too much of her mythology. She shifted from foot to foot as she considered something else. It wouldn't be the first time that a Time Lord made it into mythology, but she wasn't too sure if that would be the case here. It was a matter of shifting history. Crutchie was right that they could cause changes, but ... "Depends," she said softly. "The travelers on the Argo are a bit hit or miss. Some say so-and-so sailed on it, others don't. It's mythology for a reason. If we're in history - if this is history and not some odd construct of somethin' or other - then it's old enough history to forget people. So long as we don't go and break any of the existin' - for lack of a better word "canon" - then I don't think we'd be recorded." Think. It was all about think. This sort of thing was hit or miss. They were playing in a point where The Doctor wasn't sure of all the strings. That left only the first part to address. She didn't want to, so she simply brushed it off with, "The TARDIS can't take us somewhere without us being inside her. Something's goin' on, and I don't know what. There's a reason we're here ... and we can't get back. So we'll have to keep going." No mention of this being dangerous. Just blazing right past that, thank you.
Son of a god? Crutchie glanced back at where their appointed guide still stood, looking out over the ocean they were soon going to be sailing across. An actual ocean. Of course Crutchie had seen the Atlantic before, it was hard to go somewhere in New York without being reminded that just to the side there was a huge ocean, but he had never spent any considerable amount of time there. He had never paid much attention to it, and he had certainly never been out on the water. What were they thinking, joining this crew? Somehow, in spite of all of his doubts, Crutchie’s blood sang with the idea of sailing out onto the open ocean. Of being somewhere far, far away from New York. He was the only person he knew who would ever get this opportunity, let alone be accompanied by the children of gods. That bit was still hard to wrap his head around. He had never really been sure what to believe, he just knew that his parents had once kept an old tattered copy of the Bible written in Irish. Religion wasn’t something Crutchie had bothered himself with. “You’s saying this might not be real?” Crutchie asked, hearing the catch in the Doctor’s words. “That this ain’t necessarily actual history, but it could be somethin’ else entirely?” That idea was… darker than Crutchie wanted to contemplate. History meant they knew where and when they were, and that knowledge was at least a starting point. If they couldn’t even be sure this was history… then how were either of them ever to get out or find their way home or whatever it was they were supposed to be doing? He shook the thought away. “We’s just assumin’ it’s history then,” he murmured, taking after what the Doctor was saying. “Just in case, so we don’t mess nothin’ up?” Fortunately, it seem3ed unlikely that last minute passengers would be recorded. Let alone passengers who weren’t destined to be great heroes, and who weren’t going to find themselves in myths for something else. In Irish mythology, at least, ordinary people who didn’t perform great heroics featured only very rarely. Crutchie had to hope it was the same in other cultures. “Oh.” His thoughts dissipated once he heard the rest of what the Doctor had to say. “So we don’t got a way back,” he said cautiously, weighing the words for a moment. “You think it’ll pop up if we just keep goin forward?” Assuming they didn’t die first.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 7, 2020 20:14:15 GMT -5
"That's correct," said the Doctor. She looked the way that Crutchie was looking, a very different expression on her face. "There are ways to 'ave the mind play ticks on you, to play out somethin' which isn't real. Or beings that can create worlds or situations which might not be history. Just ... somethin' to the side." But she didn't seem to have the same view of that idea that Crutchie did. Instead, she was viewing it with suspicion and curiosity. Maybe it was history. Maybe it wasn't. She hadn't gotten the feel for that just yet. Her head turned, her eyes following shortly after, as Crutchie made the call that was easier. "History it is," said the Doctor, clapping her hands together. Crutchie might have been taking after what she'd said, but she still had doubts. She just hoped that the energy in her words could dispel them for Crutchie. Still, his other question was a bit too much on the nose. "It'll be fine," she promised. Promises she so easily broke. "I've been doing this before. Something will crop up and we'll end up just fine." She smiled and said, hoping that he'd stay yes, "You trust me, right? I got you into this, I can get you out of it!" She waved him along, indicating the ship. "Come on!" She just hoped he wouldn't notice that she hadn't exactly addressed his question.
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