Constant Vigilance #4: Friday the 3rd, Morning. Serenity Cove.

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

Today, the class meets on the beach, to accomadate the student who has a bit of an aquatic problem at the moment. The Doctor set out beach blanket and towels, and has hauled the holoprojector out on a cart.

"Pass forward your requests I asked for, thank you. As I let you know, we're switching things around a bit. Vampires and werewolves will be at a later date. Today is simply 'Close Encounters of the Unattractive Kind'. Now, please remember, that it's not so much that I find these species particularly unpleasant, it's just we might as well show some of the more unsavory aliens out in the world. Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that. I'll be taking questions today, but no lecturing today. It's called close encounters for a reason. You'll be talking to the projections, trying to gather what you can from them. Ask them whatever. Remember they can't actually hurt you, but please only antagonize them if you're being terribly clever about it. There is no assignment for next week. Time for you all to put on your 'first contact' thinking caps. The projector will be sending out three different aliens. Talk to at least one, please."

The Doctor smiled, then turned on the projector. Three forms appeared...

[ooc: OCD is up. Have at me!]

Comments

Re: Projection #3

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Conner replied. "Still seems like a waste of energy and material to me."

Okay, now he was just being a pain. Because it was the only thing he could think of to distract him from falling into the old habit of making bad, insulting puns.

Re: Projection #3

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"I do not expect your feeble brain to be able to understand the grand schemes of the Sontaran Empire," Styre said.

Re: Projection #3

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you and Mesogog and everyone else, all with the big talk."

Re: Projection #3

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"I am more than talk," Styre said. He eyed Conner. "Do you consider yourself a stronger example of your species?"

Re: Projection #3

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner restrained the urge to indulge in a little big talk himself. "Some people might describe me that way, yeah. But no way am I the strongest."

Re: Projection #3

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"I suppose I still need to conduct tests to see how long the leg bones of your species last when suffering extreme and constant force." It reached out to try and grab Conner.

This would be a neat trick if it worked, since it was merely a non-solid holographic projection.

Re: Projection #3

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Hey! Not the legs!" yelled Conner, jumping back and into a fighting stance out of habit. Projection or not, he wasn't taking chances.

Re: Projection #3

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"You fear. That is a weakness," Styre said.

Re: Projection #3

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I kind of like to think of it as the common sense of still being able to walk," countered Conner. Or, you know, play soccer. Which didn't sound as impressive here.

Re: Projection #3

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Styre merely laughed.

Re: Projection #3

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Whatever, dude." Conner rolled his eyes a little bit and walked away. This guy reminded him of Derrick, for some reason. Or possibly that sleazy ex-agent of Kira's. But not Boom. Or Phineas. Because he wouldn't know Boom or Phineas anyway.