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ol_yellow_eyes) wrote2010-11-06 12:36 pm
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OOMM: Data and River in London
[OOC: Continued from here.]
It had been going so well.
What started as a casual evening stroll through Highgate Cemetery in 19th-century London somehow turned into a flight for their lives. Data did not know why they were running, only what they were running from-- three rather large human males, who seemed quite angry about something. He had also caught glimpses of weapons in their possession, namely a pistol and what seemed to be a horsewhip. (He might have wanted to observe them more closely if he had not been so concerned for River's safety.)
She knew the city better than he did, and she was the one who suggested they take advantage of the city's sewage system.
And that is how they ended up here.
Data turns to River finally. "Now that we are no longer in immediate danger, may I ask why those men might have been pursuing us?"
It had been going so well.
What started as a casual evening stroll through Highgate Cemetery in 19th-century London somehow turned into a flight for their lives. Data did not know why they were running, only what they were running from-- three rather large human males, who seemed quite angry about something. He had also caught glimpses of weapons in their possession, namely a pistol and what seemed to be a horsewhip. (He might have wanted to observe them more closely if he had not been so concerned for River's safety.)
She knew the city better than he did, and she was the one who suggested they take advantage of the city's sewage system.
And that is how they ended up here.
Data turns to River finally. "Now that we are no longer in immediate danger, may I ask why those men might have been pursuing us?"
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He adjusts to bring himself up to a kneeling position, still holding onto her. "Would you like help standing up?"
He is only asking to be polite-- he will help her whether she wants it or not.
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She laughs under her breath, and then winces, her eyes squinting shut. "I've stashed a medkit at the hotel. I think perhaps -- we shouldn't dawdle."
Understatement. If she really is concussed, she'll need medical attention right quick.
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He starts to help her walk, but he does mention, "I could simply carry you, if you prefer."
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She wraps a hand around his waist, looking up at him with a strange look in her eye.
"Just pretend that I've had too much to drink. We're not too far."
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He nods once in response to her suggestion, and brings one arm around her back to support her. He will lead her like this all the way to the hotel, if River is able to walk that far.
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"She'll be wanting her cut, later, I suppose." River keeps him close as she fishes out the key to the room she keeps.
The room is small, a simple bed in one corner, with a wash basin and a wardrobe. There's a table with two rickety old chairs as well. She settles into one of these chairs with a wince and a sigh.
"Under the bed." He'll find a beat to hell leather bag that reveals a very advanced medkit inside.
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As he works, he asks, "Do you store any clothing in this room that you might be able to change into?"
Also, noting that the chair does not look very comfortable, he adds, "Are you certain you would not prefer to lie down?"
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She tries to laugh, and winces again, idly waving a hand at the wardrobe.
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But he notices her indicating the wardrobe, and remembers what he needs to do. So he gets up to open it and look inside for something dry and warm.
"I did not mean to imply that," he mentions, a little awkwardly, knowing full well that she is aware of that and was simply making a joke. He is feeling oddly embarrassed, suddenly...
...And now that the thought is there, he seems strangely preoccupied with it, like he is experiencing a feedback loop in his neural network.
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In the wardrobe he finds a woman's plain cotton shift, and the black over dress of a washer woman. She takes them from him, and catches his eye.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
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(Ever since Data has had the capability to feel nervous, he has noticed an odd pattern:
He tends to babble.)
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When she speaks, her voice is pitched low, a husky tone that betrays a certain amount of arousal.
"It wasn't awkward, and it certainly wasn't difficult, Captain.
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"You should change," he mentions. But he does not immediately move to give her room to do so.
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"You're not the first person to say that, but I assure, my nature is quite ingrained." The quip is punctuated with a cheeky wink.
"But you're right." She finally lets him go, and without any sort of attempt at shame, she starts unbuttoning her blouse.
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The rate of his pulse-- if one can call it a "pulse"-- has increased quite significantly. His external temperature is higher than normal, though there is no discoloration that would indicate a flush. But his mental processes are running at an unusually fast rate, as he ponders all of the possible signs of arousal he has noticed in River. This is the part he still has difficulty with... He can read the signs, but he would still prefer it if he had some sort of instinct he could rely on...
He pauses after closing the medkit. He is still politely averting his eyes despite their relatively close proximity.
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She has curves. Curves upon curves. She is a woman in her prime and it shows.
"Didn't know your programming included a modesty algorithm." He's learning to recognise that saucy lilt in her voice as an affectionate tease.
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"It does," he replies, his back turned. "I did not have it originally, I was told, but apparently it became necessary." He stops there, noticing a small surge of the emotion he has come to know as embarrassment. And suddenly he wonders why he told her that.
Now that the medkit is back in its proper place, Data stands up again, not quite sure what to do with himself.
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"Body modesty is such a quaint custom, I find. Too many years working in subtropical regions, I suppose. It's all right. You can look if you like."
She knows she's making him uncomfortable, but she gets the sense that sometimes he needs to be shoved bodily out of his comfort zones.
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And he looks.
She is beautiful. All organic life is beautiful, he thinks, in a way that is natural and flowing and imperfect, but he cannot miss the fact that River is a fine specimen of her species. A woman in her prime, indeed-- her curves indicate every traditional ideal of fertility and sensuality. Grace and confidence seem to radiate from her in a way that his senses can almost detect physically, and it is clear to him that she is just as comfortable with his gaze as she had implied.
It is probably impossible to tell that this is what he is thinking, however. He has not moved; he is simply looking, with an expression that is perhaps unreadable.
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She knows that she's still awash in river filth, and painfully aware of the bit of dried blood in her hair. Nevertheless, he's a big boy and if he has a problem with her nudity, she trusts he'll say something. She bends and fishes her sonic screwdriver out of the pocket of her trousers, and uses it to heat the water in the pitcher on the side board. She pours the now steaming water into the basin, and wets a face cloth, wringing it out.
Her eyes close as she wipes her face and throat, and he can hear her sigh, long and drawn out.
"Remind me never to play cards with you."
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It is possible that he might have, if he was not so distracted.
(His eyes had been following a drop of water that started to slide beneath her collarbone.)
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"You play your cards very close to the chest. Humans tend to communicate all the time, a never ending stream of information, 90% of it non-verbal, even when they don't know they're doing it. You?"
She smirks at him and gives a little headshake, hands rising and wringing out the cloth.
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His pulse rate, for example. Or the fact that the average duration of time between the blinks of his eyes has become noticeably shorter. Or that even his breathing is slightly faster, as his systems try to regulate an increase in temperature.
"In regards to what humans communicate, it does not give me as much of an advantage as one might assume. I do not always interpret the signs correctly." There is something almost vulnerable in his expression as he makes this observation, like it is more of a question.
(But River may notice that his gaze is not quite directed at her face in the glass. It is slowly tracing the curves of her neck and shoulders, like a paintbrush trying to capture them on a canvas.)
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"Yes, we're very complex machines in our own right, aren't we? But I think you understand us far more than you give yourself credit for. And besides," she turns to look at him over her shoulder, "part of the allure of such interactions is the uncertainty."
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"But I assure you, I am somewhat inept when it comes to deciphering human body language. I do not have the instinct that most humans seem to possess.
"I would guess... that you are probably better at reading people than I am..."
His eyes have slipped somewhere down by her waist at this point.
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