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Shannon Rutherford ([info]ballerinadreams) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-22 20:19:00

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Entry tags:arrival, complete, day 30, shannon rutherford, the doctor

Day Thirty
Who: Shannon Rutherford & the Doctor
What: Shannon arrives
When: Day 30, mid-morning
Where: Out near the lake
Rating: PG-13 (unless you count a couple of f-bombs)
Status: Complete



There. A few feet ahead, Vincent was sitting, staring back at them panting, his tongue lolling out lazily, as if he had no idea just how frustrating his disappearance was for her. Stupid dog.

Sayid said that he'd circle around behind Vincent and Shannon nodded, agreeing quietly as she started forward slowly. For a moment, she felt a swell of relief in her chest, because Vincent was just sitting and watching them, unmoving. But then, the dog seemed to catch Sayid's movement in his peripheral, because his head turned just slightly and then, with one last quick glance in Shannon's direction, he took off into the jungle again.

Shannon bolted forward and soon realized that Sayid was also no longer in sight. "Sayid!?" she shouted, looking around - half for him and half for the damn dog - as she ran. Her foot caught a root and sent her sprawling, landing flat on her face. She laid still for a moment to fume silently, but then she heard the whispers and sat up quickly, whipping her head around. She'd heard other people talking about hearing the Others whispering. Sayid, for one. The whispering seemed to change its place of origin and Shannon turned her head again, eyes wide in the darkness. She was shaking, now, and terrified. The whispers moved again and Shannon, too, moved her head, whipping it around toward the sound, only, this time when she did, it was suddenly daylight. And she wasn't in the jungle anymore.

Jumping to her feet, Shannon looked around, shivering in fear and disorientation. What the hell? There was a lake where the camp - and thus, the ocean - should be. She felt a sink in the pit of her stomach... The Island could do some pretty messed up stuff, she knew, but it didn't even look like she was on the Island anymore, at all, now. The weather was similar, but it was a bit chillier than it had been on the balmy night she'd been in two seconds ago. And, clearly, just looking around at all the buildings, Shannon could see she wasn't exactly in Kansas, anymore, as they said.

"From one Craphole Island to another?" she asked herself, confused. That's when the irritation set in. "That's just great," she snapped. "That's just great!" she shouted angrily. She spotted someone in the short distance and knew right off that it wasn't a fellow survivor of flight 815. So, either she really was in a completely different place...or that was an Other and she should book it. She was leaning toward the former. "Hey, you," she snapped. "What the hell is this place?"


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 07:46 pm UTC (link)
The Time Lord was having the sort of day where all he wanted to do was fidget. He didn't want to travel (well, he ALWAYS wanted to travel) as much as he needed something to do. He didn't have any need to repair circuits, or to come up with escape plans, or make up ways to communicate with invading species, or try to convince his companion that he actually knew what he was talking about... Well, he could do some of those things - but at the moment the Doctor was feeling rather down in the dumps. He'd been trying for three days now - and it seemed nothing he did worked. If there was one thing in the universe that the Doctor wasn't used to, it was being ineffective.

Coming out from the resort the Doctor was watching his shoes on the pavement. He was feeling the firm cement beneath his soles and trying to figure out what precisely the strange smell of the planet was. It could have been the soil, it could have been a compound in the air. He'd have to take a trip up to the TARDIS and find out.

He heard a mildly shrieky noise. The sort of vocalization that combined frustration with annoyance with a feeling of being feeble. The Doctor, had he been anyone else, would have holed up in his room and made that noise on a nightly basis. Instead, he looked forward to tomorrow.

Looking up to where the noise came from he raised a brow and spotted a blonde woman looking rather out of sorts. "New arrival, perhaps?" He asked himself, closing the space between he and she.

"Oh, it's a Planet. A Sentient, psychic, powerful planet. And it makes resorts. And it likes to give people what they want. And it has rules.. Well, the rules aren't bad. Being stuck here is bad. But, overall, it could be worse..." He took a moment to come up for air. "Are you alright?" He couldn't help but ask being that she looked like she had been living in the middle of nowhere without a shower... She was actually stinky.

"Maybe we ought to find your room..." He volunteered with a grin.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 07:54 pm UTC (link)
The man in the distance approached and Shannon took a step back, making a face at him. "Uh. All right..." she said, rolling her eyes. "Now let's try again in English. It's a planet, duh. Obviously. Everything's on a planet. Earth, actually, but where?" she asked, not amused in the least by his cheerful demeanor.

He was too chipper to be an Other, at least from what she could guess. He wasn't dragging her into the jungle - or the forest or whatever was in this place - but then again, she wasn't pregnant and useless, either. Well. Useless, maybe, but she wouldn't ever admit it aloud.

She paused and shifted her weight, jutting out one hip and resting a hand on it as she raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, that'll happen," she replied sarcastically when he suggested they find her room. They weren't finding anything. She'd find it on her own and he could go somewhere else to get his rocks off. Metro freak.

"And I'm fine, thanks, save for the fact that two seconds ago I was stranded on Craphole Island in the middle of nowhere and it was night time. Went from chasing a dog with my boyfriend to..." she let her voice trail off in frustration as she gave an annoyed, dismissive wave at the surroundings. "Whatever," she finished.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 08:05 pm UTC (link)
Oooh, she was difficult. Difficult like defeating a Dalek. Difficult like creating a ricocheting arch or energy to disable the forthcoming cybermen difficult. Removing a difficult species from the earth before it can colonize difficult.

Alright, maybe not his usual run of the mill difficult; but, she was a challenge. Because she was a challenge the Doctor decided that he had to like her.

"Well, part of the problem is I don't precisely know where this planet is. I mean, it's not earth. And It's not anywhere that I can triangulate with star charts. I think it might be obscuring our view of the stars, oddly enough," a hand ran back through his hair because that's just the right distinction he needed then.

"C'mon, the lodge is this way," he said, waving a hand at her, "At least let me show you where the restaurant is, and the showers, and the spa..." He thought this might just lure her along. He had to show her the plaque, didn't he?

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 08:11 pm UTC (link)
Again, Shannon arched an eyebrow at him, frowning, still. "Okay, whatever you say, star-boy," she said. "I'm not super smart or anything, but I'm not an idiot and I do know that the only planet inhabitable to humans...is Earth. So, you're crazy or full of shit, take your pick," she said with a curt, thin-lipped smile that far from reached her eyes.

She watched as he ran a hand through his hair and found herself wondering just how much product he used and then, how he and Boone might get along just fine. If Boone was still alive.

He waved a hand at her and she flinched with distaste. Shannon was half a second away from saying 'fuck it' and stalking off on her own when a word in particular caught her ear. "Spa...?" she asked, suddenly interested.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 08:17 pm UTC (link)
"It's fantastic to know that you have an absolute definition of what every single planet in the universe is composed of; in this case I hate to tell you that you're mistaken," he said just as curtly back. He didn't mean it to sound as rude as it came off. Rude and not ginger, so unfair.

Pursing his lips he made in his mind to apologize for that, but then reconsidered, thinking that it might in fact make her less receptive if he were all mushy and soft. Hard line with this one like with the Sontarans.

"Spa, restaurant, gym. It's like a proper resort, really. Even has a wait staff.. strange as they may be," He was thinking of the creepy golems, hoping they'd keep away while he introduced her to the rules. It wouldn't do anyone any good to have her freaked out by them.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 08:20 pm UTC (link)
Shannon smirked. Finally. Normal reaction. So this guy could come back without being a friggen ray of sunshine. That was at least good to know. Still... "Whatever, there's like seven or eight planets, I think I absorbed that much in school," she said flippantly.

He repeated her favorite word of all time...along with two of her least favorite, although, to be honest, it'd been so long since she'd had a real meal, maybe she could get away with it and not get fat...then she could skip the gym.

"I haven't been to a spa in, like, forever..." she breathed, not even looking at him anymore as she craned her neck to look toward the buildings behind him.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 08:29 pm UTC (link)
How was it that he knew that the Spa was the ticket to this girl? And how was it that he knew she'd respond to being a hardliner? It was sort of not like him. He wasn't usually the sort to bribe or the sort to be obnoxiously forceful. Maybe it was an effect of the planet.

"Those are the planet's in your galaxy. They're fantastic little planets really and you'd never believe what humanity does with them later on.. Saturn in particular, absolutely brilliant the way they put those little pleasure spas there all themed with rings and circles and..." he was all happy and grinning because it really was quite brilliant. Not many races would have thought of ways to put resorts ON Saturn's rings yet make them impossible to see from the planet below (well, aside from certain angles...)

"Well, it's good to know you've found something to enjoy," he said, letting his steps carry him to the main building, assuming she'd follow.

"First stop on our tour is this tablet. It's pretty boring, but I hear it's required reading," turning his attention to the wall of room assignments he took a wild guess that the most decadent key of the bunch would be hers.

"You're not Shannon, are you?" There were a few other options. Spike just didn't seem fitting; but, one never really knows.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 08:41 pm UTC (link)
There it was again the grinning and the rambling. God, did this guy have an off switch? He was worse than Walt on a sugar high...if she'd ever seen Walt on a sugar high, she supposed. "Right, well, whatever you say," she said dismissively.

He'd started walking and for lack of anything else to do, Shannon followed not too closely behind.

"Okay, time out, buddy," she said, stopping when he mentioned a tour. "You said spa. You didn't say tour." She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "I could care less," she added, "after Craphole Island, anything's better. So just..." she made a walking motion with her first two fingers and then waved her hand vaguely again. "Show me the spa."

When he asked if she was Shannon, she took another step back. "Maybe," she replied, narrowing her eyes slightly with suspicion.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 08:50 pm UTC (link)
She didn't have any sort of rational thought, did she? This girl just kept on bumbling about what she wanted and never listened. She must have been through something terrible or she was just born this way. Eternal optimist, the Doctor just had to believe that she wasn't born horrible.

"Just do me the favor and look in the plaque's general direction, acknowledge you're not going to kill anyone and that this damned place won't let you leave, and if your name's Shannon, this is your room key." He took the second to breathe because breathing is good.

Resisting the urge to tap his shoe on the floor he waited and dangled the tiny key with it's filigreed end out in front of him. "The rooms really are something spectacular," he said with a grin. For all he knew hers would be a giant spa.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 08:57 pm UTC (link)
Letting out a sigh, Shannon rolled her eyes and glanced at the plaque, skimming it over with disinterest. "Can't ever leave. Awesome. So it's like Craphole Island on crack. Whatever, as long as I can eat something more than fruit and boar and I can have a shower and be pampered for the first time in for, like, ever, I don't even care right now."

It wasn't entirely true. She was already feeling a pang of guilt about the stupid dog. No one ever asked her to do anything and Walt had asked her to take care of Vincent. That was her only job...and she couldn't even do that right.

Plus, there was Sayid. She'd miss him something awful.

And worse, she had a sinking feeling that Boone's grave was something she'd never see again and the thought brought a lump to her throat and tears to her eyes. She sniffed hard, shook her head, and swallowed hard as she blinked away the tears. Nothing she could do about it, anyway, so she might as well not have a breakdown in front of Mr. Sunshine.

He spoke again and she looked over at him. The man was dangling a key in front of her and she snatched it. "Thanks," she said dully, sighing. "What's so great about the rooms?" she asked, figuring they'd probably look like some cheesy resort hotel at best and like the pig sty Boone called his own in New York at best. "And Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?" she asked, a little more snappishly than she'd meant. "Did you just get laid or something? This place isn't so great from what I've seen, so what's up with all the grinning and smiling...and rambling, oh my God," she finished.

...okay, that was really shitty. But she wasn't going to apologize. Shannon didn't apologize. Shannon didn't need to apologize when she looked like she did. Probably it would be more effective if she wasn't covered in dirt and her hair wasn't a hot mess, but whatever. She was Shannon. He should be apologizing to her for being such a freak.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 09:10 pm UTC (link)
She looked at the plaque. She babbled off what it said. Then she looked rather broken. For a moment the rather brash girl looked broken. It was sad, really. There was always a reason that people acted nasty or mean - and usually it was because deep down they were hurt. Well, hurt or mentally unstable.

For a blink, a heartbeat even, he thought he was going to see the girl crumble. Not that he was really touchy feely, or would have been the most useful person in case of mental catastrophe. Galactric catastrophe he could avert - emotional one he wasn't the best for. His own personal solution was to bottle and repress, it seemed she was from the same school of thought.

"Well, you'll see when you get to the room. Most people are pretty happy with theirs. Best described as a little piece of home..." He followed up quickly, wanting to aid in her distraction if he could. It's not like he wanted her crying there... She needed someone better than him, someone like Sarah Jane.

'What's wrong with you?' She asked, her words pointed from there on.

"Well, you're just the most exciting thing that's happened since I got here. I mean, I haven't been able to be of any use to anyone. I can't get us off this place yet, I can't travel obviously, and I can't really do anything I like to do. So, it's nice to be useful. Thank you," That was actually a genuine thanks, because he was, really, thankful.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Recomposing herself completely, Shannon was back into her disinterested and annoyed mindset. "Right, well, I'll find it later, maybe," she said with a shrug. If she didn't end up back on Craphole Island when she woke up. Maybe she'd knocked herself out when she'd tripped over the root and this was a dream; maybe she was unconscious and she'd be right back on that stupid beach chasing that stupid dog when she opened her eyes.

Part of her couldn't decide which outcome would be worse.

...he was thanking her? For insulting him? Shannon arched an eyebrow. "O...kay...you're welcome?" she asked. Although, she couldn't disagree with him in thinking she was the most exciting thing here. If Boone was here, she'd have vocalized her agreement just to spite him, but since he wasn't, she decided she'd been bitchy enough. Well, for now.

"Okay. Spa," she said again, growing antsy and needing a distraction before she started pondering on her brother again. Or worse, Sayid.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 09:29 pm UTC (link)
Back to the Spa again. Big surprise.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way," He didn't expect much in the way of an acknowledgment. What was she going to do, be thankful all the sudden? Most likely she'd just have a momentary tantrum about his not having a 'normal' name with a few of his more often heard remarks. He was walking rather briskly down the parquet floor on his way in the direction of the relaxation wing on the resort.

"The Sauna's that way... And the pool... And I think if you continue down the hallway you'll find more of what you're probably looking for. Like showers," Choosing his words carefully he continued, "Now, I'm sure you're going to be looking for a massage table or something. The Planet will have those, I'm sure, but the masseuse... Well, it's going to be one of the planet's creature's.. A golem. They're sort of.. Well, you'll see. But, don't say I didn't warn you..."

Taking a deep breath he shoved his hands in his pockets, "Well, if its all the same to you perhaps I ought to go, then? I wouldn't want to be any more of a bother..." Just the Doctor trying to be polite and all.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 09:38 pm UTC (link)
"Doctor of what?" Shannon asked. Great, there was a doctor for every random island she landed on. At least it was convenient. Jack was a spinal surgeon. "And sorry, what was your name...?" she asked, figuring she might as well ask since he knew hers.

Shannon followed him as he walked and went on talking, giving her directions. She made mental notes and frowned slightly when he singled out showers. "Way to be subtle," she grumped quietly. It hadn't occurred to her until just then that, to him, she probably reeked of salt water, sweat, and BO.

Oh, God! Shower first, definitely. The other survivors of 815 hadn't ever noticed, but then they hadn't showered, either, so... Oh, ew. Ew! She was almost tempted to apologize to him for being so disgusting. Instead, she sighed. "Yeah, well...you would be, too, if you'd been stranded on some Island in the middle of nowhere for...like a month and a half." There. Not really an apology, but still acknowledging. That'd have to do.

He went on about the planet's creatures. "Sort of...what? You haven't warned me," she pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

But then he shoved his hands in his pockets and, quite literally, asked to be dismissed. "What? Pretty boys don't go to spas where you come from?" she asked. "They do where I come form," she added. It wasn't like she actually wanted his company, but the not-quite-invite was her way of saying thank you without actually having to say it. He could take it or leave it and she wouldn't really care either way.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 09:50 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, I'm not a Doctor. I'm The Doctor. It's my name, 'Doctor,'" He said this cheekily, because he liked his name, it was just so appropriate and fitting. He fixed things and rescued things and made things better, isn't that was Doctor's do? So what if he didn't know anatomy from sewing, that's just not the sort of Doctor that he is.

"So you were stuck on an Island? I can only imagine..." He wasn't going to apologize for his lack of subtlety, he had just assumed that she would want a shower. He knew he'd want a shower.

"Well, the Golems... They're humanoid. They're not human, though. They're sort of rocky... dusty... They're made from the planet, so you can sort of imagine. Oh, and they don't talk. I tried that. I talked to one for an hour straight and it didn't respond. I mean, it didn't even walk away; it's like the planet wanted it to stay because it thought I wanted it to stay."

He rocked on his heels, and as if on command one of the Golems appeared at the end of the hallway. The figure wasn't moving, just sort of standing there ready for inspection. "See?"

Bracing himself for impact he squinted.

"Oh, I just assumed you found the spa and the infinitely quiet golems better company," he said this with a rather plain tone. "Though, this is the first time in a while anyone's called me pretty. Are you certain you didn't mean handsome?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Shannon huffed out a surprised laugh. "Your name is 'Doctor'?" she asked. "Did your parents hate you or something? So weird..." That last was more to herself than to him.

"My plane crashed on the Island," she replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world. To her - by now - it was. She'd gotten used to it. Shannon shrugged.

She listened as he went on about the golems and opened her mouth to call him crazy again when he caught her attention again and she noticed a stone statue where there had not been one before. "Oh ew, creepy much?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. "I can not imagine a massage from one of those things being relaxing or comfortable much less both..." she thought aloud.

"No, I definitely meant pretty," she replied. "Come or don't come; doesn't matter. Whatever you want, but just thought I'd throw it out there. You're a little...high strung," she added. Shannon could use a massage to be pampered; he could use one to calm the hell down, if you asked her.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 10:09 pm UTC (link)
"In that case," he replied to her pretty comment, "Why yes I am, thank you."

He looked back down the hallway and the Golem was already gone, absorbed into the matter of the building, no doubt.

"High strung?" His voice took on that distinct intonation usually reserved for indignant questioning. As his voice came out of his mouth he realized that she was right. He maybe, just a tad was a bit high strung.

"Well, you'd be a little on edge if you knew the universe could be readying to implode and there was nothing you could do about it because a planet was holding you hostage and not letting your... ship... work the way it was supposed to," he decided not to add in the portion about the closest thing that he'd had to a romantic partner having reappeared from a parallel universe and feeling the weight of his closest friends riding on his shoulders daily.

"I suppose you're right," he said, deflating only a little bit.

"And my parent's didn't hate me. On Gallifrey we choose our names after the academy," That was plain enough to understand, wasn't it?

Taking a few steps forward he pointed, "Ladies showers that way. I'm going to the sauna."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 10:20 pm UTC (link)
"You're welcome," she said, a little sarcastically as she smirked. It hadn't been meant as a compliment, really. More of a snide remark, but he was good looking. Not her type at all, resembling Boone more than Bryan or Sayid with his lanky frame, probably carefully disheveled hair, and...well...pretty face. He wasn't muscular; wasn't rugged. If she ever interacted with him again, it would be strictly platonic. The last thing she wanted was another friggen Boone. The first one had been enough.

That thought made her feel a little guilty, but she couldn't help it.

The Doctor rambled on again and then agreed with her, deflating slightly. Shannon felt superior again and, without doing so consciously, held her head a little higher and puffed her chest out with a little bit of pride. That sick sort of pride she got from putting people down. It was true what they said about doing that; it was only to make herself feel better than the person in question. Petty? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely.

She paused when he explained his name. "...and you chose 'Doctor'? Right..." she said slowly. "That's like letting a kid call himself Frankenstein just because he likes it..." she added.

Though, he pointed toward the showers and she completely lost interest in what his reply to the name bit might be. "Awesome, thanks," she said reflexively, heading in that direction.

She supposed The Doctor wasn't so bad. He wasn't a creeper, so that was good...and she supposed eventually he had to stop talking - unless he was running on Energizer batteries, anyway.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-23 10:42 pm UTC (link)
She was teetering again, wasn't she? So the rather prickly pear was actually a fragile one, wouldn't be the first time the Doctor had run in to one of these. It was sort of cliche, if you asked him - that the pretty mean girl on the outside be all hurt and mushy on the inside. Not that he was judging, just observing.

"We pick names that describe us. I'm the Doctor because I fix things. I make things better," he explained, but it was clear she was already off in her own little world which he supposed was well enough.

She was headed on down the hallway in the direction of the showers.

"Nice meeting you," he called after her, shuffling off in the direction of the mens changing room.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-01-23 11:08 pm UTC (link)
Shannon heard him call out to her and she turned her head giving him a vague, disinterested wave, before heading into the ladies' shower.

Running water. Hot running water. With enough pressure to actually do the job! Oh, this was heaven. Michael's makeshift shower in the caves had been okay, but not even close to the same as a real shower.

It was probably the longest shower Shannon had taken in her whole life and it was...glorious. But afterward, Shannon realized she really wasn't in the mood to listen to the Doctor and his jabber-jaw any longer. Whatever, he'd live. She dressed and went back out, deciding she would do better just to leave him there.

So instead, she looked down at the key and noticed that the room number was engraved into it. Good, she wouldn't have to ask that guy for help, after all. Especially since she noticed one of those weird creepy stone things in the room, suddenly.

"Which way to here?" she asked, holding out her key to it. The Doctor had been right; it didn't speak. It pointed. "Thanks for nothing," she muttered and stalked off.

It didn't take her long to find her room on her own and when she did, she was pleasantly surprised to see that it was enormous. It wasn't, really, a room at all. It was laid out just like the apartment she'd had with Nora back in LA. Once again, the Doctor had been right: a little slice of home. Shannon smiled and went inside, closing and locking the door behind her.

Finally. Peace and quiet. She could worry about how she got here, where (really) she was, and whether she'd ever see Sayid again, later. For now...it was time to read a good book and have a lie down. Or! Yes! She hurried to the back room that she and Nora had used for practicing their ballet and was beyond pleased to see that the wall-length mirror and bar were still there in all their glory.

"Awesome," Shannon breathed and kicked off her sneakers, heading over to the bar and taking great pleasure in doing a simple plie.

This place wasn't so bad after all...

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