the_last_resort | Blackmoon Celebration

[Narvin isn't terribly interested in trinkets. But he is interested in people and what they're up to. So he walks around the shopping district, occasionally pretending to glance at some bauble or another, and is keeping his eyes and ears open for anything suspicious. All his nerves are on edge, wondering if or when another bomb will go off.]

Edited 2014-07-12 05:58 (UTC)

[Wander is grateful for his part-time job at Braska's shop, because otherwise he wouldn't have enough money to buy all the alien food and trinkets he wanted and fully enjoy the festival. He passes by a few jewelry vendors, lamenting that his funds would not be enough to buy the nicest ones, but never forgetting to compliment the merchants for their handiwork. Most of them give a curt reply, but none of them are interesting in any sort of conversation beyond that. No matter. Even if he could buy their goods, he didn't know anyone here who loved jewelry.

A booth selling spider-themed goods does catch his attention, however. A stuff spider doll, nearly Wander's size, is the first thing he notices; it reminds him or another violent spider-like creature back home that he wanted to keep as a pet before it tried to kill him. It would be a better idea to buy it later to allow for time to heave that thing back to him room. What he does buy now, however, is a realistic spider mask meant for children which fits on Wander's head perfectly.

As he turns from the stall, he notices Narvin walking down the road in his direction. He hasn't talked with him much since he got here, right? That has to be amended! Still wearing the spider mask, he starts to make his way down the path, quickly dodging pedestrians .

Realizing that Narvin might have turned down another road or stopped to buy something, Wander finds an unused box by one of the booths and climbs onto it to scan the crowd. Is he still nearby?

[There is some enormous reptilian alien standing right in front of Narvin, blocking both his way and his view. He...or she, Narvin can't really tell, is oblivious to Narvin's desire to pass. Narvin tries to push around to the right, but the alien inconveniently shifts to the right at the exact same moment. Sighing in frustration, Narvin moves to the left, giving a bit of elbow to shove his way past. And finally he's past the behemoth and once more has a clear view of--

SPIDER!

He yelps and leaps backwards, slamming against the reptile alien. (Fortunately, the reptile is build like a brick wall and Narvin is build like a short and wiry humanoid, so the reptile alien merely snorts once in affront but doesn't so much as stagger at being accidentally body slammed by a startled Time Lord.)]

[Glancing over the throng of people crowding the streets, Wander spots Narvin and prepares to yell a greeting when Narvin is suddenly thrown backwards and hits another alien, visibly startled.

He jumps at the noise, but quickly composes himself with the concern for Narvin's well-being. Is he hurt? What happened? Without saying anything, he jumps down the box and rushes over to where he last saw the Time Lord, darting around people's feet as quickly as he can.]

[Narvin's hearts are racing, but he consciously slows his panicked breath, trying to calm down. Now that the immediate fear is gone, logic takes over. No one in the crowd is screaming or running, so clearly it wasn't a real spider he saw, just one of those damnable holiday accouterments. He surveys the area, trying to spot the "spider" he saw to verify his conclusion, and murmurs curses under his breath in Gallifreyan, maligning spiders, holidays, and giant reptile aliens who get in the way.]

[He took a few detours through the crowd, but Wander finally reaches Narvin's side. He seems to be searching for him in the wrong direction, though.

So of course, the best thing to do is to grab his pant leg and hopefully direct his attention to the correct spot.]

[Narvin looks down at the tugging at his trousers, shaking his leg as he does so, thinking at first that it got caught on something. He starts again with a squeak when he sees Wander, but not nearly so violently as a moment ago.]

Rassilon's Rod in Omega's bleeding orifice, are you trying to stop my hearts?!

[The shaking makes Wander fall down backwards, but he gets up without any sign of injury, taking off his spider mask.]

I saw you nearly fall over back there, are you okay, sir? [He walks up to Narvin with converned eyes, giving his leg a small pat.]

I'm fine. [He says brusquely.]

I didn't fall I-- [Admitting that he panicked over a short alien in a spider mask isn't very dignified. So he opts to lie instead.]

--tripped. It was just a minor stumble.

You should be a lot more careful, then. Coulda gotten yourself hurt! [Honestly! You had Wander worried about you.

...But now that all is well, he reverts to his cheerful demeanor.]

Still, I was lookin' t'say hi to ya. We never really talked much before. How're you enjoyin' this nice festival?

I'm not. [Narvin doesn't like fun.]

[But...now that Wander is here, Narvin is curious.]

I don't think I've seen an alien like you before. What are you?

We'll be needin' to fix that as soon as we can! C'mon, didja explore this part yet?

[He tugs on Narvin's hand as to encourage him to follow.]

Well, to give you the truth, I'm a traveler. [A giggle.] 'Course, to give you an answer, I'm a [species name]. You're a human too, right? I've never met any before I came here, so it's a learnin' experience for the both of us!

[Narvin just looks perplexed as Wander grabs his hand and pulls on it. He doesn't move from his spot and for once is the taller person in an encounter.]

I am most certainly not human. [And sounds a bit affronted at being taken for one.] The humans may look superficially similar, but the internal physiology is nothing alike. I am a Time Lord from Gallifrey.

[ He's not moving. Did Wander accidentally offend him by calling him a human? Not letting of Narvin's hand, he stops tugging on it and looks up to meet his face.]

Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to get your species wrong. You looked so much like everyone else I met I forgot to ask.

"Time Lord"? Does everyone from Gallifrey control time? Cause that would be pretty neat! [When he leaves Blackawy, he has got to convince Sylvia to take him there.]

[Narvin's brows slowly draw together in confusion and he looks at their joined hands as he speaks. Gallifreyans don't do casual touch very much, so this hand holding is perplexing him.]

Not everyone on Gallifrey is a Time Lord. And not every Time Lord spends his or her day controlling time. But we were the first race to perfect time travel and we have the most refined temporal technology in the cosmos.

[Wander's still holding his hand, confident that Narvin is surprised but not uncomfortable.

But seriously? A species that has learned to control time?]

That's amazin'! And you can time travel without usin' some sorta cosmic power? Jus' with a machine?! [He lifts his free hand to his mouth as if to hide his excited grin, but instead he taps his chin repeatedly as he thinks of the most important questions to ask.]

Do ya have to go inside a machine, like in the stories? You time travel a lot? How far back didja go?

[He ultimately decides to ask as many questions as many questions as possible since there may not be a change to meet another time traveler.]

[Narvin blinks a little, tilts his head. He isn't sure whether to be overwhelmed by the barrage of questions or to puff up with pride at Wander's display of awe. (Narvin thought that Time Lords were very impressive himself, but it wasn't often he got other people agreeing with him.)]

Well...the most common method involves a time capsule, a machine one enters and travels within, but time rings will work in a pinch and are easy to produce and simpler to transport.

I personally have done a fair amount of travelling through my work, but not everyone does. I've been back about ten thousand years or so. Others have been further, but I never had any need.

[Are you kidding? It's not like anyone short of some sort of god can manipulate time back in his universe, though he's not too sure if gods can actually that.]

A ring also works? You can go back in time by wearing a ring? [He's not going to doubt Narvin's claims; he's too busy being excited.]

So you're kind of a wanderer like me, only you stay in the same place, right?

It's more like a wrist band than a ring, but yes.

[He's not sure about being called a wanderer. It sounds a little too much like a renegade, like the Doctor.]

I travel in space as well as time. Time travel on my home planet itself is strictly forbidden. It could cause all kinds of paradoxes and temporal disasters. I wouldn't say I wander, however. I go on missions, and then I return home.

[This alien is just becoming more and more impressive.]

I guess that makes sense you don't wanna be hurtin' nobody with your travelin'. It must be some important work you do there!

Can you go back in time here, too?

Oh yes. Very important. [He's not going to address the issue of not hurting anybody. It's true that the Celestial Intervention Agency avoids harming Gallifreyans (renegades excepted, but renegades are criminals and they deserve it). But other species? Not so much care is given to their wellbeing.]

The physics of this universe is different from those I know. Temporal technology doesn't work here, at least not any form of temporal tech I'm familiar with.

Shame 'bout that. It would be real helpful with findin' out what happened back at the fence. And it would be handy with lookin' out for spiders.

I couldn't cross my own timeline even if my temporal technology did work here. Going back in time to investigate the explosion at the fence, while my past self was also at the resort, would be extremely dangerous. The risk of meeting myself would be too high.

...An' what's wrong with meetin' yourself?

[Wouldn't that be twice the fun?]

Well, it can tear a hole in reality for one thing, cause the collapse of the universe if the contrary chronon particles impact each other in the wrong way.

Not to mention it's usually quite a blow to the ego. [There's nothing like meeting yourself to make you notice how weird the back of your head looks.]

Blackmoon Celebration

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