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passesthrough) wrote2015-03-13 09:07 pm
passesthrough) wrote2015-03-13 09:07 pm
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[psl] for parallels
[Twin suns hang in the sky and rocky outcrops cast sharp shadows over the marsh that spreads across the bottom of the basin. Reeds, dark green with red veins, surround still pools. Beneath the murky water are glowing orange globes that pulse faintly. Their diameter is easily six feet across, and, if you're brave enough to touch them, their slippery outer skin is warm.
Eggs, hundreds of thousands of them. An entire species, waiting to be born. Breathtaking if you aren't squeamish about slime.
The Doctor lowers his binoculars and steps back from the edge of the dusty outcropping the TARDIS has parked herself on. He offers them to Clara, pointing out a particularly dense cluster.
This is his favorite bit, getting to see things anew through someone else's eyes.]
They'll come boiling out soon enough. Infants with no sitter. No soldiers, no politicians... no teachers. Just what their predecessors left them.
Eggs, hundreds of thousands of them. An entire species, waiting to be born. Breathtaking if you aren't squeamish about slime.
The Doctor lowers his binoculars and steps back from the edge of the dusty outcropping the TARDIS has parked herself on. He offers them to Clara, pointing out a particularly dense cluster.
This is his favorite bit, getting to see things anew through someone else's eyes.]
They'll come boiling out soon enough. Infants with no sitter. No soldiers, no politicians... no teachers. Just what their predecessors left them.
no subject
[And yet, as if to prove him wrong, the drill begins to spin with a terrible scraping. The sound carries to their ledge, shortly before the ground begins to shake. The water drains from the pool entirely, leaving unhatched eggs exposed to the dry air.
The Doctor turns on his heel, staggering and scrambling his way between jagged rocks. Whatever machine is behind the destruction is coming up, and he intends to be down there to meet it. Its operator is in for an earful, oh yes.]
no subject
[Oh. Yes. Apparently that's exactly what he's planning. Dammit. Clara stumbles after him, trying not to fall on the shaking ground. Firmly gripping the binoculars, she chases him down the edge of the cliff and never lets her eyes divert from the drill. She's fully prepared to shove the Doctor out of the way if she has to.]