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[open] Toto, I don't think we're on Hedenex anymore....
It's been so good to stretch his legs again after so long cooped up on the ship. Andrew loves traveling, of course, and he loves spending time with James and the dogs, but his tolerance for monotonous space journeys is diminishing rather than growing. Their first journey out from Earth was the longest, of course, since they had to reach a jump node before they could travel from world to world in a matter of weeks rather than months, but somehow just a week stuck in a space the size of a largish flat is almost unbearable to him now. If he had to do that longer journey again, he might go mad.
Despite his enthusiasm, there's only so much running about (much of it literal) he can do before he tires out. Hedenex is a friendly sort of planet, with more than a few things to do and see, but just now he's tucked back up in bed in the spaceship he shares with James, their dogs curled up nearby as if watching to make sure he doesn't go off again without them when he wakes up.
His sleep is troubled by dreams that are less bad, necessarily, than they are weird. He's in the midst of grudgingly assembling a floral arrangement under the watchful eye of a robot servant belonging to a version of the Master he hasn't seen in centuries when a chill wind suddenly blows through the beach house where he and Abraham Lincoln have been imprisoned together. He shivers in both the dream and in reality, shifting uncomfortably on the hard red surface of the bleachers that make up the roof of the Times Square TKTS booth. He's wrapped up surprisingly well for someone who was just taken away from his cozy bed and blankets, as he tends to layer up even when he goes to bed, but a fleece onesie with a hoodie over the top half and socks on under the enclosed feet is still not enough. At least he'll look dashing in that yellow ducky-themed print?
Despite his enthusiasm, there's only so much running about (much of it literal) he can do before he tires out. Hedenex is a friendly sort of planet, with more than a few things to do and see, but just now he's tucked back up in bed in the spaceship he shares with James, their dogs curled up nearby as if watching to make sure he doesn't go off again without them when he wakes up.
His sleep is troubled by dreams that are less bad, necessarily, than they are weird. He's in the midst of grudgingly assembling a floral arrangement under the watchful eye of a robot servant belonging to a version of the Master he hasn't seen in centuries when a chill wind suddenly blows through the beach house where he and Abraham Lincoln have been imprisoned together. He shivers in both the dream and in reality, shifting uncomfortably on the hard red surface of the bleachers that make up the roof of the Times Square TKTS booth. He's wrapped up surprisingly well for someone who was just taken away from his cozy bed and blankets, as he tends to layer up even when he goes to bed, but a fleece onesie with a hoodie over the top half and socks on under the enclosed feet is still not enough. At least he'll look dashing in that yellow ducky-themed print?
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She allows the dogs to sniff her and tumble about a bit with her before asking them to hold off, and they obey, tails fanning the air. Turning her attention to Andrew, she shakes her head. No luck.
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"Nothing?" he asks, starting to get a bit worried. It's a big city -- but he's got to ope that James is somewhere in it. Otherwise, they're literally planets away from each other, and James -- who, incidentally, is the one with a working spaceship -- won't have any idea where to look.
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He sighs. He doesn't even have trousers, let alone the equipment he'd need for that.
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She leads him across the park, drawing closer once they reach the sidewalk and instructing the other two dogs to do the same. Yuri's explained leash laws to her, and she doesn't want it to be too obvious at first glance that Andrew doesn't have any of them on leashes. At least they only have a short way to go and one road to cross; as long as they behave themselves, she doubts any two-leggers will give them all a second glance (unless it's to look at what Andrew's wearing).
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Ugh. The road crossing. She's no longer terrified of it, but she's still not a fan of all the cars. She waits for the light to turn, impressing upon the dogs that they are not to go into the street until she says so.
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The light changes, and she heads across the street, the dogs still keeping close to her and Andrew. Her hackles go up a bit as she passes the cars, but she doesn't break her stride. The dogs, wary of the cars but less upset by them than she is, ask if she's all right, and she reassures them until they've reached the other side of the street.
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His feet are starting to really hurt from walking so long on concrete without proper support, and he hopes he's right in thinking she's taking him inside somewhere now. He keeps his pace as steady as he can, though the ache from his feet and the cold is getting more and more pronounced.
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She leads him to the subway entrance and heads down the stairs, looking up at Andrew to make sure he's all right. He hasn't seemed all that phased by anything he's seen so far, but she doesn't want to assume he'll be fine with everything.
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He pauses briefly at the entrance, giving her an odd look. "I don't have any money for the train," he points out. He follows after a moment, though -- even if he can only go down into the outermost part, maybe it'll be a little warmer than it is outside.
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She nearly gives herself away when she hears Andrew's joke--one she can actually appreciate. She tries to disguise her snort of amusement as a sneeze, then trots into the hall, heading for her room. The dogs can stay there for the time being, and once she's human and dressed, she can help Andrew.
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He doesn't have the heart to kick them out until she'll admit which one she is, though. "Don't blame me when they get put right back outside," he grumbles, shutting the door behind the little group.
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When Daine reaches her room, she paws the door open and sends in the dogs. Then she turns to Andrew and holds up a paw as if to say, 'wait.' This should only take a minute.
From inside the room, there's a meow of complaint. Shadow's not thrilled about the new roommates.
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"Wait here?" he asks, frowning around himself at the hall. That room doesn't look -- is that someone's bedroom?
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"Okay," Daine steps back out into the hall and smiles at Andrew, "that's better. Shall we find you some clothes?"
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"Look at you, all pink and brown," he comments wonderingly. "Is this your usual form?"
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She still is tired, in fact, but being back in her human shape helps. A little food, some sleep, and a few days of taking it a bit easier in the magic department will do wonders.
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"What is this place?" he asks. While he's fascinated by Daine and what she can do, he's more than a little curious about where she's taken him.
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