Really Into it Now!

The Doctor

And B'elanna and Elrondir go and scout about with tricorders to find out where that material is! Sigin adds (mentally) to our group, taking advantage of the situation by this distraction.

Being that during this time period that children tend to be . . . overlooked at times (better seen than heard or whatnot during the Victorian/Edwardian era), my "children" (Elrondir and B'Elanna) shall slip away in the confusion whilst the poor unfortunate servant here is attended to, I hope.

Hopefully, they shall find some clues about the whereabouts of the Cavorite. These were the coordinates that my sire (adopted or not he now is my father, especially since my biological father refuses to acknowledge my existence even with Rassilon's approval of my work) gave.

Vision given or not, this is the spot he'd given us. I shan't question the worth of it for it would . . . shame him in some way that I don't feel like doing, so when asked earlier about why here I'd been . . . vague.

Truth to tell I am rather curious why here myself. This doesn't look like the spot the Cavorite would be stashed . . .

Still . . .

By Rassilon’s Rod, it's nice for a change to have Companions who can do more than get themselves into trouble or scream! Here we all are, faced with a decidedly bad break for our Sikh friend here and not only has Sigin here arose to help him but is doing it in such a way that all eyes are on him and Fertal (who like Artizza are going by his old birthname right now for the disguises) than on the elves who have snuck off to "recon" this area.

Just as we’d hope to do before getting caught up in things here. Oh, we COULD have done it still by not getting involved, but not only are we helping this man in need but doing it in such a manner that . . .

Gee, I thought that I was the consummate distraction causer, Sigin’s mate purrs telepathically. I see that "someone" around here is a bit more . . . talented here in that that regard, for showmanship!

. . . .

Oh my, can practically feel a mixture of . . . desire thrown in with that admiration!

. . . .

U-usually when we communicate with each other mentally such . . . uh . . . doesn’t get thrown into the mix but . . . you’ve got to remember that our young Nebari woman turned dragoness comes from a different . . . race entirely than what I have become familiar with on Terra Prime. Not only did her accent stay (Matrix only knows why her species talks with a decidely Austrailian accent!) but change of species or not, some . . .traits are bound to have translated over into her new form!

And . . .by the look of it that "bleedover" has also touched my Companions but . . . the others here look like they’ve at least. . .

Hrmph! Before blinking and coughing in embarrassment, it looks like at least some here could use a cold shower!

"By Shiva!" the Sikh gasps, both a mixture of awe and shock (towards both finding his back now healed AND the . . . sudden touching of Chiana’s sometimes lascivious nature).

Chiana

"Hmph," Sigin mutters, getting up and looking slightly embarrassed. "Sorry about that, mate. Should have told you about that. Besides that ointment having great curative powers, unfortunately it has . . . . side effects. Temporary ones. See, it . . . is only temporary. Won’t last. Figured that any . . . embarrassment it might cause would outweigh by far the pain relief and other curative benefits."

Heh! Nice coverstory!

Allan Quartermain

"Quite . . . quite alright, chap!" I say, shaking of the . . . lingering effects of that side effect before Nemo can open his mouth to say something . . . cutting.

Austrailians! I can see just why we "exported" their ancestors down to that God forsaken island continent . . .

. . .

Than again, I cannot argue to the results. Nemo looked to have been in absolute agony . . .

. . .

Hm, wonder if . . . . if somehow if I can . . .get around the rather . . . ur . . .

Well, without my preferred form of "medicine" (Taduki), I’d taken refuge in opium to . . . ease my pain. That medicine that this Australian just used looks to be much better than . . .

Wonder if I can somehow avail upon him to part with part of his supplies to help an old man?

. . .

"Uh excuse me!" a stern female voice says, cuttingly. "Just who are you all, if I could be so bold to ask?"

Oh bloody Hell, of course She would have to finally have to say something . . . Why Mr. Bond would put her, a former music teacher, in charge of this bunch is well beyond me!

I still do pray that all of the women of England are not like Her manly ilk, or else I can only grieve for the future of all of the English Empire!

. . .

As it stands, it looks like that "efficiency expert" who’d shouted out warning to Nemo before he’d gone and injured himself has taken slight umbrage at Miss Mina Murrey’s tone.

"Husband, with your permission?" she says, looking archly over at the gray haired dandy to her side.

Inquirer

A slight nod from the Doctor is all I need.

"Allow me to introduce ourselves," I drawl, slightly mocking this rather abrupt woman.

Now, usually in situations like this I would be more polite BUT I rather do not like the tone of voice this woman addressed my group, especially after the favor we’d done her manservant (?). Even IF the supposed "side effect" was rather . . .awkward.

She has the air of command in her voice and while I have no beef about women being in command (given my background) I DO object her being so presumptuous in taking THAT tone with ME and my friends!! So forgive me if I let my annoyance to show in my voice. . .

Too bad that Chiana opted out on playing doctor, but then again it was her choice . . .

1. "Dr. Franklin B. Gilbreth to my left is my husband," I say, smiling slightly. "I am Dr. Lillian Gilbreth. My Austrailian friends and guests are medical Doctor, Edgar Shaw, and his wife and assistant: Karen Shaw. Now what of your group?"

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