eversohungry | [Action/Video] Transmission 003

[By Vastra's reckoning, years have passed. Her position at Scotland Yard has been elevated considerably, and in addition her little inner circle has expanded to a veritable 'Gang' of sorts. She and Jenny were married and happy, the Doctor had some of his familiar spark back, and yet...]

[Vastra leaves the woods, her hat veil trailing behind her as she carries it in her hand. Luceti, again. Warmer this time, thankfully, however it was not a welcome sight.]

[Not much seems to have changed, though upon her return to Luceti Vastra regrets leaving behind the few friends she had made. Natasha, Mr. Barnes, Miss Amelia, and Loki to name a few. However life went on and it went at a very quick clip after her return. Now those feelings of regret were resurfacing. Part of her wonders if they escaped, and hopes they did. Part of her feels slightly deflated that should they be gone, she would have to start completely over. This time with the knowledge that her wife was missing her, not just her paramour.]

[She walks down into the village, the path still familiar, repositioning the black hat and veil over her face. She takes it in, as much as she can, and feels very uneasy when she gets the sense that the changes she sees are extremely superficial...]

[When she arrives at the room she had, there is plastic over the furniture--and though the clothes and personal items are gone, it appears the heavier things never moved. Vastra pulls the cover off her familiar chair, sits, and opens her journal.]

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Is there anyone here who recalls seeing me a few years ago? I realize this is most likely a strange message, however as unsettling as Luceti is, little seems to have changed since my departure. I suppose this is simply the nature of this place?

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Ah, well, is there someone I have to find in a dark alley at night, then? [Vastra chuckles and opens the box of tea (and how quaint, it's already in little bags...) and puts out two cups.] I admit Natasha, I can see you hold your emotions very close. But I am well aware that the apparent absence of them on the surface does not mean they do not exist.

[That did have her glancing sideways finally, meeting Vastra's gaze, her expression faintly rueful.] No. Nothing like that, either. Besides, if someone needs to be found in a dark alley at night, I'm just as capable of doing it myself.

[She closes the cupboard door and leans back against the counter, her pose casual, but there's a slight hint of defensiveness in the way she crosses her arms over her chest.] I never claimed they didn't. I sometimes wish they didn't. [She concedes with a huff of laughter, glancing down.] Although not really. Perhaps only when they are being difficult.

Of course, I have absolute faith in your abilities dear. But I'm offering moral support. [She smiles apologetically. Apparently she's overstepped a bit. It happened, quite often actually. Especially in the case of humans.]

Well, there is an alternative to emotions. Having absolutely nothing happening inside of you. Putting your brain into a robot. Though I've heard it described as 'a fate worse than death'.

[Something flares briefly in Natasha's gaze and she glances away, a shiver slipping down her spine. Her lips curl wryly for a moment before she shakes her head.] Yes. I can imagine it would be. That's not really an acceptable alternative, when it comes down to it.

[She flashes Vastra a small smile in apology.] And I know you are. I'm sorry. I'm not very good at accepting... sympathy.

[Vastra catches the tail end of that 'something', and her expression goes both concerned and curious. For Vastra, there is only one monster that behaves in such a way--but there's nothing that could prevent them from appearing where Natasha originates from. It would be strange, very strange. But strange things happened all the time.]

...Yes. [She goes back to the tea as though the moment hadn't happened, and starts pouring hot water into the cups.] It is the reason those creatures have to conquer planets. No one wants to be a canned vegetable.

[She slides saucers under the cups.] I can empathize. However I have no reason to be insincere, I hope you know that.

I think things might be a little different where I come from. [Natasha hops up on the edge of the counter to watch her, one leg swinging absently against the cabinet.] Although I can think of a few people who would be fascinated by that technology.

I do know that. I wasn't doubting your sincerity, Vastra. I just have a difficult time... responding to it, in some cases. But I thank you for offering it, all the same.

Well then, it is good it is different where you come from. The 'technology' is not something to be fascinated by, it has a mind of its own. [Vastra offers Natasha a cup with a teabag in it by the saucer.] It isn't something to muck about with unless you are prepared to be overtaken by it.

[She picks up her own cup and has a seat at her 'dining table'.] Of course. [To shove a pause in the conversation, Vastra has a thoughtful sip of her tea.] I am used to people thinking I have an ulterior motive. It would not surprise me if you thought I did, however it would be... [After searching for the word to use, Vastra gives up and waves her hand.] You know what I mean.

The problem with the sorts that would find it fascinating is that it's the discovery and knowledge of it that would lure them, and to hell with the consequences. Also they'd never test it on themselves, so they care even less.

[She joins the other woman at the table, eyeing her cup of tea for a moment before grabbing some sugar. She does give Vastra a crooked smirk however, humor glinting in her gaze for a moment.] I suspect everyone has an ulterior motive. But yes, I know what you mean.

Sometimes, one doesn't need to volunteer to become involved with the experiment. [That attitude sounds very human, if Vastra does say so. Not that her own species didn't have its own immortality complexes, but.]

[She looks almost relieved, and smiles hesitantly.] I do like you Natasha, I never have to thoroughly explain myself around you.

[Natasha's lips quirk.] In my experience, it's more often than sometimes.

[She looks a little surprised by the confession, glancing over to search Vastra's face for a moment before inclining her head and taking a sip of her tea.] That is often what makes me a little less likable to most people. They often find that disconcerting.

...how strange. [Vastra does look rather confused by this revelation.] Has it become custom in your time to share absolutely everything that could be mildly disquieting? [When did minding one's own business go out of style, she wonders... Of course, even in Vastra's time and place there was speculation and rumor and questions. Some things were easy to say, others dug deeper.]

I do enjoy a closer bond through sharing experiences, however I am also aware that not everything is easily explained to friends.

[Natasha laughs, looking amused.] Well, we do have the internet. I think that's the entire point of social media sites.

[Vastra's comment has her glancing down at her tea for a moment, her finger circling the rim of the cup.] It's odd to think about. What opportunities this place has brought along. There weren't many I'd consider friends before I was drawn here.

[Vastra looks doubly confused.] 'Social Media Sites'? [Whatever they are, if they allow everyone to know everyone's business, it would simultaneously make her night job easier and possibly make the world a more terrifying place.]

I suspect that is a good thing, dear. 'No man is an island', as much as we may try.

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