Crutchie wasn’t as sure that it was history as he sounded, but assuming it was history just seemed like the safer option. If they treated all of these people as real, then they wouldn’t offend them and get themselves killed. Besides, they seemed nice – well, Orpheus seemed nice – and Crutchie didn’t want to doubt his very existence. That seemed… well, it seemed rude. There were billions of people that history would never remember, it didn’t seem right to disbelieve the ones that actually did manage to be put down in records. His thoughts were cut off by the way the Doctor attempted to reassure him. “That ain’t exactly a ‘eartening statement,” he replied, raising an eyebrow. Usually when adults said that it would be fine, they were lying. Or at least exaggerating. It was the same thing his father had said when he’d come home from work exhausted and so hot to the touch he had felt like the summer sun. It hadn’t been fine then, and Crutchie was fairly confident it wasn’t going to be fine now. Not that he would tell the Doctor about that. “I don’t think I got any choice but to trust ya,” he added, but his tone was much lighter. He did trust the Doctor, even if he wasn’t quite sure why. “Yes,” he murmured after a moment, in case it hadn’t been clear. “I trust ya.” Crutchie’s trust wasn’t exactly earned easily, but once you had it, it was difficult to lose. After a long second of contemplating whether or not the Doctor was just shrugging of his concern and trying to distract him, Crutchie decided that even if she was, it wasn’t going to do anyone any good to try to make her talk about it if she didn’t have any answers.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 26, 2020 5:15:57 GMT -5
Since things seemed to be settled, the Doctor moved away from Crutchie, though she sent a friendly smile back in his direction. Then she headed for Orpheus, approaching him with a bit of a wave and the sort of open expression she reserved for people she was worried about. "What next?" she asked. Hopefully there was a next. Orpheus was their guide (or babysitter), so the Doctor was hopefully he'd know where they could go. She imagined having a steady set of places to be would be better for Crutchie than herself. She missed the TARDIS. She hoped that she was okay, wherever the blue police box was. Gone somewhere. She needed to find it. Somehow. It was just a matter of how. Somewhere along the journey, she supposed. Whatever that journey entailed.
Orpheus looked nervous for a moment, glancing at the Doctor and then at Crutchie. “We probably aren’t the best crew either of you have ever travelled with,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly. “I just want to warn you before everyone returns. A fight almost broke out last night over who should be our leader, and this isn’t the most… level headed group I’ve ever met. I don’t want to convince you not to come, because I’m sure you have your own reasons, but…” he offered a tentative smile, reaching for his lyre. “If you ever need a break from any of the chaos that happens on board, I’m always willing to offer a song. It seemed to calm the men down last night.” He glanced back in the direction many of the men had disappeared to. “They should be returning soon, and then we’re setting sail.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 21, 2020 3:18:58 GMT -5
A fight? The Doctor perked up. A fight was a bit unusual, wasn't it? Why would the Argonauts be fighting so early on? She didn't remember enough of the history to really grasp whether this was part of the wider recorded story or a detail that had been missed. "I'm sure we wont fit in either," she said with a slight chuckle. "All different, that's us." Orpheus' music. Her eyes flicked to the lyre and then away again. Nope, nope. Focusing on one thing at a time, that was her. She looked in the direction that Orpheus had glanced in, then looked down at Crutchie. "Is there anywhere we should wait in the mean time?" she inquired.
Orpheus gave a small smile. “Then I’m sure we’ll get along. As long as neither of you are particularly violent.” He let out a bit of a nervous laugh before shrugging it off. He met the Doctor’s eye, deciding that he liked this woman. He wasn’t sure why, but there was something about her that was just… easy to be around. “I… I’m happy to show you around a bit, but we should probably be back here by the time they return.” He hadn’t missed the way the Doctor had glanced at the lyre. “Do you play?” he asked after a moment, meeting her gaze for just a moment. Perhaps some music was a better use of time than a tour. Crutchie looked over at the Doctor for a moment, remembering what she had said. “You could play for us,” he suggested, hoping the Doctor wouldn’t be mad at him for that – it couldn’t mess anything up, right? Orpheus’ expression softened. “If… if that’s alright with you, Miss, that might… be for the best.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 2, 2020 1:31:46 GMT -5
While the temptation of a tour was real and interesting for the Doctor, she found it far more interesting to have Orpheus play something. His question caused her to color a little. "I've played some similar instruments in the past," she admitted. She kept her voice as neutral as possible. It seemed fair enough that things should just ... be kept as chill as possible. "I'd love to hear you play!" she said brightly, glancing reassuringly at Crutchie as she backed him up. This was, in her opinion, perfectly fine. The fact was ... she wanted to know what Orpheus had. What he could do. Whether there was any possibility that the myths had a bit more to them - whether aliens were involved, or - and this was a possibility she didn't like - whether wherever they were they might have been facing something unusual. Orpheus seemed like good bait if it was. But that aside she was still excited. All of those sorts of things would get her excited.
Orpheus gave a genuine smile. “I’d love to hear you play,” he told her as he settled into a comfortable position on the ground. He didn’t expect the Doctor or Crutchie to follow suit, but it was easier to balance his lyre when he was sitting down. Besides, the sand (while annoying) was fairly comfortable, and he knew he was going to be seated on hard, unforgiving wood for the next… who knew how long. “If you’d ever like to give my lyre a try while we’re sailing, just let me know.” He let his eyes closed as he turned his attention back to his instrument. It took him a moment to find the right state of mind, but once he had it, he slowly began playing. He still had a lot of practicing to do before he could get the Underworld itself to open up to him, but he was nothing short of extraordinary. It was, after all, really the only thing he was particularly good at. Once the song was over he opened his eyes and offered the Doctor and Crutchie another small smile. “If you have any songs you like, I may know how to play them,” he offered. “Sometimes it’s more fun if the audience knows the song.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 3, 2020 3:47:17 GMT -5
The Doctor would not fangirl. She wouldn't. She would beam like one though. And she wouldn't take Orpheus up on his offer the first chance she got or anything like that. She had no idea where the trip was going to go or what was going to happen. There was the off chance that she'd just end up needing a distraction or maybe it was important. Who knew? She paused her thoughts when she started playing. It wasn't until he was done that they caught up with her. He truly was extraordinary. "That is amazing!" she said brightly. They really weren't the best words for what she'd just heard, but approximation was the best she could get. She glanced at Crutchie as she added, a bit disappointed, "I don't believe I'm aware of any local songs." She knew a lot of songs, but she'd never been to this time period. She doubted Crutchie knew any either.
Orpheus shook his head, his cheeks reddening a bit. “I’ve just practiced a lot,” he replied quietly, not quite sure how to take the praise. He knew he’d been brought onto the crew because he was good at music, because the gods had said they’d all die without him, but… it was still weird to consider himself better than anyone else, even if it was just with music. “That’s alright,” he added, giving a small smile. “If you know any songs from where you’re from… if you’d hum it I might be able to figure out what goes underneath?” It was an offer he was willing to follow through with, but only if The Doctor and Crutchie were okay with it. Crutchie, on the other hand, was more or less gaping at the Doctor. It wasn’t that he hadn’t believed her, it was just that… well, the only people that good at music were supposed to be the fae. And Orpheus definitely seemed very human. If this is what travelling with the Doctor was like, he would be willing to do it a lot more if she was willing to keep him on.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 9, 2020 5:52:44 GMT -5
Completely oblivious to Crutchie's gaping or the fact that she seemed to have impressed him in some manner, the Doctor chuckled. "Yes, you have. I'm sure that there's plenty to say about practice. You have a good ear." She leaned back, trying to think of a song, but the only tunes that popped into her head where things she had learned on Gallifrey. Not that any Time Lord actively admitted to singing or doing it often at that. But there were songs. Just not ones she was comfortable with sharing, and she wasn't sure if she was willing to attempt to replicate them either by humming or through any instruments that Orpheus knew how to play. She wasn't up for that sort of interaction or admittance just yet. "Thank you!" she said. And she meant it. "I'll have to put some thoughts into some of the songs I know. It's a real pleasure that you let us hear this!" She hoped that was the case for Crutchie. She glanced in his direction again, another smile on her face. She thought the boy was happy at any rate.
Orpheus gave a small smile, looking down rather shyly at his instrument. He wasn’t used to being put on a pedestal of any sort, he just liked playing for the people around him. It changed nothing that he had been gifted his instrument by a god, he still maintained that anyone could learn to play as well as he could if they were willing to put in the same amount of time and effort. Orpheus had spent most of his life playing. That was the only reason he was as good as he was. Theoretically, Jason could have found any musician for his crew, it was just that the gods had pointed to Orpheus. Orpheus still didn’t know why, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to test the gods’ patience and good will. “Thank you,” he managed, then glanced up at the horizon. “We have enough time for another song or two, if you would like?” “Yes please!” Crutchie managed before Orpheus had even finished his sentence. He glanced over at the Doctor to make sure that was okay. After all, he was still relying on the Doctor to get them out of here at some point.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 10, 2020 5:59:49 GMT -5
"Of course!" said the Doctor. She knew as soon as Orpheus started playing, she'd want to pay attention to that. And she wanted to hear him. But it was also ... unnerving. She had so many questions that she couldn't help casting a look around just to make sure nothing popped out at her. Nothing did. There didn't seem to be anything to indicate that there were problems. That she and Crutchie were problems. Out of the time they needed to be at the best. In some other sort of trap at ... well, not the worst, but certainly more trouble. But she assumed if it was a trap, they hadn't been interesting enough to be thrown bait yet. Orpheus might be the change to that, but currently she couldn't view him as more than a talented and innocent musician. She knew she'd likely be proven wrong. Crutchie seemed to enjoy it for now, however, and she didn't want to throw that off.
Orpheus finished another song, giving the Doctor and Crutchie a soft smile as he finished and carefully tucked his instrument away. He didn’t see them as problems. Odd, yes, but problems? No. Yes, he believed in the gods, but he wasn’t particularly superstitious. He had never sailed before, so he had no reason to believe the saying that women were bad luck on a ship, or anything like that. He glanced between the two of them before looking back up over the horizon. “They’ll all be coming back any moment now. If you’d like… we can get you situated on the ship? It might be fairly close quarters, but… there’s enough room. I’m sure some of our travelling companions won’t much mind sharing space if it means you both get some space to yourselves. After all, you’re our guests, right?” His smile was genuine. He stood up, moving towards the ship. “I didn’t hear your conversation with Jason, but I hope he warned you that the journey will be dangerous. I can’t fight at all, but if you need anything at all that you can’t provide yourselves… I’ll do my best. I’m only here because Jason seems to think people will die if I’m not. If I can help both of you as well… I will.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 16, 2020 22:27:03 GMT -5
"That sounds like a good plan!" agreed the Doctor. She placed both hands on her hips and looked out at the ship. It looked big, but she knew full well that it wasn't going to be anything of the sort. "And I'm sure it'll be fine!" she added. She wasn't sure, but it was a good start. She knew that she'd probably have a different outlook if they actually went through this whole journey, but she'd take that as it came. Stepping forward, she glanced to Crutchie again. This was all a bit out of what she was sure he wanted. That he'd gotten a chance to process. She couldn't help that, even if she was sorry. Holding out her hand, just so he had a bit of a sign that he could come along, she smiled. "Lets go!"
Orpheus smiled, relieved that the Doctor wasn’t upset by the situation. He stretched for just a moment, being careful to treat his instrument with the utmost care. He didn’t know it yet, but the lyre was going to save everyone on board sooner than he was probably ready for. It had better be in good shape for when he needed it. He waited a moment for the Doctor and Crutchie to begin following before he made his way onto the ship and down into the hold. “Here,” he murmured, finding a separate “room” for the Doctor and one nearby for Crutchie. As much privacy as one could afford on a ship like this, which was, unfortunately, not much. Crutchie eyed it nervously, though Orpheus didn’t seem to notice. “Would you like me to leave you both to get situated?” Orpheus asked after a moment, though he scarcely finished the question before Crutchie cut in. “Yes please, thank you.” Crutchie watched Orpheus turn to go before glancing back at the Doctor. “You think we’re gonna survive this?” he asked after a moment, trying his best to be quiet despite the fact nobody was back yet.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 19, 2020 21:10:45 GMT -5
"I think that's a matter of what happens," said the Doctor, studying the room more than she was Crutchie's words. That was obvious as she caught herself and looked at him. "Of course we will!" She smiled broadly, even though catching herself was a bit difficult. She'd stuck her foot in that one. She was meant She wanted Crutchie to be safe, but this mystery - how they had ended up here - itched at her. "So for now, we're stuck. But I think we're okay for the time being." It might be a bit of an issue if they couldn't make themselves useful, she supposed.to be reassuring. That hadn't been. With a slight bit of thought, she added, "It's a bit more complicated then surviving. I don't see a reason why we have to stay here the whole journey if another option presents itself. While I love the adventure, you didn't sign up for this." She tapped her fingers together thoughtfully. "If this is the past, then eventually I might be able to rig up another time machine. A small one. But that will take time, and materials, and honestly I doubt that there's going to much way to cut corners."
Crutchie didn’t often trust promises like that. There was never a guarantee that things were going to be alright. It just wasn’t realistic to promise that sort of thing when the world could throw anything in your way. Fortunately, the Doctor only seemed to be promising the bare minimum. Survival. No promise that things were going to be okay, or that their situation was immediately fixable. If Crutchie hadn’t been sure he liked the Doctor before, he was sure now. She knew what she was doing, and she was optimistic without being completely unrealistic. “There ain’t much in my life that I actually signed up for,” Crutchie returned, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face. “Most of it ain’t quite as exciting as a voyage with heroes and stuff.” He knew it was dangerous, they both did. But Crutchie was an optimist too, and he wasn’t going to let the uncertainty get in his way. “I know it’s dangerous, and I’d like ta get back home eventually, but…” he shrugged. “This is nothing like anything I ever dreamed of. I don’t mind taking advantage of it.” He considered, looking around at their surroundings. They weren’t perfect, but he had more room than he did in the lodging house. “Although… maybe havin’ a time machine as a backup wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 28, 2020 15:49:30 GMT -5
"I think we can both agree on that," said the Doctor with a nod. She leaned back on her heals again, inwardly musing over what had happened for a second, before she said, "Guess it's just time to wait then." She placed both hands behind her back and began pacing in a very tight circle. She didn't look impatient, she seemed pensive. The pacing seemed to help her think more than anything, even though she was in such a small space. Wasn't that small, honestly. It could have been worse. She could think of worse. The thing was ... Why here? "I'll have to meet everyone," she mused allowed. "Something here is up, has to be. So just have to find it and there will be a couple more answers." That seemed logical enough.
“How big do you think the crew is?” Crutchie asked, easing himself down into a seated position. He let his crutch sit against the wall, then took a deep breath. “You really think all of ‘em will want to meet you?” He didn’t mean to be rude, but it was a genuine question. Whether or not all of these people were real or somehow fake, they were still people who likely weren’t going to be too welcoming to a couple of newcomers who weren’t anything like them. People were afraid of the things they didn’t understand, and there was no way they were going to understand either the Doctor or Crutchie. “I’m not afraid, just so you know,” he added after a moment, crossing his arms. “I don’t really know what’s going on here, but I trust we’re gonna figure it out. And I’ve never been on a boat before so… it’ll be fun.” He sounded more confident than he felt, but he was used to looking on the bright side and just willing it into existence.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 10, 2020 2:12:17 GMT -5
"I don't remember," the Doctor admitted. "Sometimes this myth got a bit fogged over by time and constant additions. If there's an original basis, I wasn't around. Until now, of course." She hadn't actually considered whether or not anyone would want to see her. She thought too much of herself, perhaps. Come to think of it ... "Probably not," she said. "I think I might be a bit out of the usual that they find about this place." Leaning back on her heals, she mulled over that. "Suppose I'll have to wait and see how that works out." She did allow her smile to widen a bit when Crutchie said he wasn't scared. "That's good. I mean, fear can be good in several occasions, so there's no fault in it, but right now we're not in any danger that I can tell." With that in mind, she wondered when the weird things would start to occur. They always did. "Do you have any ideas for what you'll be doing while you're here? Any skills you're good at?" She asked since Jason seemed concerned on the matter.
Crutchie considered the Doctor’s question for several long moments, weighing it over in his head. Was he good at anything? “I can carry more than people give me credit for. And… I know sign language, but I don’t suppose that would help very much here. But…” he thought for a very long moment, trying to get his words to form cohesive thoughts. “I can adapt to things. I’m good at that, I did it in New York and I can do it here.” He looked a little more confident at that, though he didn’t really know what lay ahead of them. There were all sorts of things he wasn’t used to. Primarily, the fighting. He had seen street fights, but those were very different from the battles they would face if they really stayed on board for the whole of the journey. “We could explore the ship,” Crutchie suggested after a moment. “Nothing stopping us from doing that while we wait for the rest of the crew to board, right?” He may not have been the best at stealth, but the last thing he wanted to do was remain trapped in this room for however long when they could be doing something actually useful.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 28, 2020 2:42:07 GMT -5
"That seems like a good plan," said the Doctor, hurriedly turning toward the exit and away from her current line of thought. "Exploring! Best way to learn." She rushed ahead with the same tenacity of someone about to head to the Christmas tree on Christmas day. Then looked back at Crutchie with a bright smile. "Lets see if we manage to get tossed out before we even leave, yes?" It was a very possible prospect. There was already a option that there was going to be something dangerous, after all.
Crutchie gave a wild grin, moving after the Doctor as quickly as he could manage with his crutch. “Sounds like a plan,” he replied eagerly. While he didn’t actually want to get kicked out, he did like the idea of exploring before the rest of the crew had joined the ship. They wouldn’t be likely to find as much when there were bodies to move around. Besides, it wasn’t as though there was anywhere they were expressly forbidden to go – if they got caught doing something bad now, they had an excuse. “Where are ya gonna look first?” he asked, trailing behind and peering around corners to make sure that they weren’t being followed or caught.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 25, 2020 1:40:55 GMT -5
Well, they set off easy enough. This was mildly surprising to the Doctor, in all honesty. She tried to keep out of the way for all of a couple seconds. It didn't actually work though. After maybe only a half hour or so of not getting in other people's business, she found herself looking for Crutchie. She poked her head into a room after a second, not busting in this time because she'd only recently almost gotten hit in the head last time she did that while someone had attempted to cart something out of set room. That didn't happen this time, but she did find Crutchie. "Hey," she hissed. "Have you taken a look at the waves yet?" She was grinning. She knew she was grinning. She really shouldn't be grinning. This might be serious. But she actually couldn't help it. Something odd meant that she might be heading in the right direction to get them both out of there.
“Waves?” Crutchie asked, pushing himself to his feet. It had been relatively difficult to get his sea legs, so he’d had to sit down for a while, occasionally standing up to walk around his cramped quarters, trying to compensate for the swaying of the boat. He was, thankfully, getting the hang of it by the time the Doctor showed up. “I haven’t seen them yet, no,” he added, expression shifting to one of excitement. He hadn’t really thought about the fact that they were actually on the ocean, sailing somewhere. Travel through time and space had been one thing, but it had been.. not to offend the Doctor, but… well, boring. “Hard to believe ya can actually see what’s outside and where you’re going when you’re on a boat!” he added, waiting for the Doctor to lead the way to the waves. He hadn’t meant to send any sorts of digs at the TARDIS, particularly because it wasn’t there with them, but… the ship sounded like it offered far more spectacular views than the TARDIS had. Might as well take advantage of the views before they got themselves killed either sailing with these men or trying to figure out what, exactly, had pulled them both here.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 5, 2021 0:36:25 GMT -5
"Oh yes indeed!" said the Doctor, apparently completely unaware of Crutchie's opinions about the TARDIS. She sounded both excited and absent minded. "But these waves are a bit ... odd ... I'm not sure where we are. And I'm nearly always sure - relatively speaking - of where I am when I'm on Earth." She was fairly sure they were still on Earth. They had to be, right? Anyway ... "It's just odd, so I want you to come see. Maybe you wont think it's odd. But come on, come on." She seemed excited to show Crutchie regardless of whether he was able to tell the same sorts of things that she was. That would be fine. She was just very keen to show him. She motioned toward the exit, then hurried in that direction, climbing away toward where she'd been watching the waves before she came to get her new friend.
“How can waves be odd?” Crutchie asked, immediately intrigued. He was familiar with the way the waves worked around New York, but he also knew that the waves on an ocean were likely very different than the waves against a shore. And waves against a shore had a lot of variance… they could go from calm to raging incredibly quickly. Was it the same on the open sea? Crutchie shook the thought away. It wasn’t relevant now (though he was afraid it might be relevant later – he hoped they wouldn’t be surprised by harsh waves. Was there a way to predict them?) Crutchie followed as quickly as possible, the climbing made just a little bit awkward by his crutch. He didn’t let that stop him, though, a smile bursting across his face when he finally made it up. He looked across the water, trying to tell if he could see what the Doctor did. “They’re different from how the waves look over by Long Island,” he commented, with his head tilted. “They seem… they’re moving weird. Is there something underneath making them do that? Or is that just how the ocean normally looks?” Either way, he had to concede her point: the waves were odd.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 14, 2021 4:15:20 GMT -5
It was some relief to the Doctor to know that she wasn't imagining the oddness to the waves. Whether or not that actually meant anything was another matter. But it had to, didn't it? There were too many coincidences for her to just assume what she was looking at was normal. "That's part of it," she said. "It's also a lot deeper than where we were previously traveling." How she could tell that wasn't something she explained. Instead she stuck near the side of the ship, eyes looking out across the water and back stiff. The wind played at her hair, thus far nothing too serious in terms of speed. She didn't think there was a storm coming in ... But then why did she feel so uneasy? Turning away, the Time Lord blinked at Crutchie, then gestured across the expanse of the ship. "Nevermind that for now, anyway," she said. "I assume you haven't poked around a lot up here yet, yes?" Something was going to happen ... it was and she had little doubt of that.
“Huh,” Crutchie echoed, unsure how the Doctor was able to determine that based on what they could see from the ship. He couldn’t really tell the difference between the waves now and what they had looked like on shore. They were different, but he didn’t know how to tell depth. “Doesn’t that make sense, though?” he asked, tilting his head. “I mean, if you want to go somewhere, you should probably go the most direct way, and the ocean gets deeper the further away you get from the land, right? So the most direct way will take you further away from land until you get to… well, more land, right?” He didn’t actually know if he understood that. What little he knew about boats and the ocean he had learned from his parents telling him about their trip from Ireland to New York, and he had been too young to really understand most of what they had experienced. He had just liked the stories they told of the people they met onboard, and the way the waves had looked, the way the sun set when there was nothing but sea for it to set over. “Hm?” Crutchie tilted his head. “No, not much. I tried to stay out of their way,” he admitted, watching as the men around them scurried about on deck, trying to get the sails in the right position and make sure they were rowing in the right direction. If he were honest… their efforts were impressive.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 22, 2021 4:52:34 GMT -5
"I don't know," mumbled the Doctor under her breath. As if that properly answered anything or if Crutchie had asked a question in the first place which this would adequately respond to. It mostly just seemed for herself. Her head tilted a bit then. Looking out across the water. Something ... "Get below deck," she said to Crutchie, voice low. Then her head turned to look at him and she said with a stronger voice, "Something's coming. Get below deck." It was load enough that those nearby could hear as well, but she found herself hissing between her teeth trying not to make too much noise. Why? Would noise really harm them? Wouldn't it help? But she found herself listening ... intently. Like there was something on the wind that she had to pay attention to.
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