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Who: Ves (

falsesmile) and general!
When: Day 6, afternoon
Where: The Ruined Hull
What: General exploration post!

[ The Ruined Hull has been unlocked! The go-team has been in the area for a while, the stay-team members who are so inclined have probably meandered over here somehow by now -- time to go exploring, but keep an eye on those suit power levels ♥ ]

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[Clara probably should be resting, but she's not really the type to just sit around for too long. Even when she knows it's good for her. So she's making her way through the ship at her own speed, not going too far so she can't shuffle her way back before her energy supply's completely drained. She's not exactly looking for Clark, but is pleased to stumble upon him in this room all the same. She doesn't say anything at first, since he seems focused on whatever it is he's reading, but once he calls out she stops poking at some of the buttons and screens littered about the room to make her way over toward him.

Rising up on her tiptoes, she tries peering over his shoulder, but she's too short to see over him that way. So with a soft huff, she wedges herself between him and the panel he's examining, nose wrinkling up as she can't make any sense out of things.]

Should I be seeing something useful?

[ Clark moves back instinctively, giving her more room to peer at the panels. ]

No. But if you can copy the script, I can give you the meaning behind it. But I can't separate the alien script from the newly translated version the suit is offering me. Maybe even write it down somewhere.

[ He could probably etch it on a metal piece, using his heat vision. It's not his traditional use for it, but it's a far nicer one. ]

[She takes a moment to look it over, memorizing it by writing it in the air with her finger. Focusing in on the task at hand rather than him, she repeats the motion a few times before looking up to him.]

So you're saying your suit's able to tap into how your mind handles language?

[That's exactly like the translation circuit she's used to thanks to the Doctor, and it makes her wonder if they're actually speaking English at all right now. It's not really an issue for her since she's used to it on her travels anyway, so she focuses on the factor that their suits are likely going to be responsible for altering and killing them all. It's a healthy paranoid thought at this point, she thinks.]

If we can find something for me to write on, I can copy down what I see.

I think so. Most translations seem to work in that way.

[ Zod's ship had that ability. It stands to reason most alien software do as well. Clark scans the room before frowning. ]

I don't see anything we can use to write on here. I could pull out some metal but that'd be useless to you.

[Remembering his heat vision from the boneyard, she smirks in his direction.]

Make your eyes red again. I can just guide the movements of your head, I'm sure it'll work the same as you doing it yourself.

[She somehow manages to say this with a straight face, but knows it's not exactly a great solution. Once they get outside, she can trace the script in the dirt and sand. It will be easier that way.]

[ He nods, easily accepting her idea. He glances around before carefully pulling out a tiny floor panel. Laying it on the floor, Clark takes a few steps back . . . and hesitates. But the doubts leave as quickly as they came and his eyes burn red, veins curling at the edges of his eyes. ]

I'm ready.

[Is he actually letting her do this?

She stills at first, if only because it feels ridiculous to actually be attempting. She can envision this going horribly wrong, but at the same time, she doubts he'd let either of them get hurt. So she rises up on her tiptoes, reaching her hands up...

Only to realize that at five foot one she's too short for this. So she grabs hold of his hand and gently backs them both up toward one of the cockpit seats, and moves to stand on it. It's perfect, and she signals for him to wait a bit longer as she hops out of the chair and hurries to grab the piece of paneling to place before him. Once she's standing back in the seat, she gently takes hold of the back of his head and gulps as she starts to guide the motions in a way that will crudely etch the script on the screen onto the panel.

Clearly this is a wonderful idea that in no way can go wrong.]

[ There's a faint smirk on his face, but it's not mocking as he lets her touch guide his vision. The force of it isn't as strong as it would be when Clark is angry or retaliating, enough to heat up the doorknob but not quite hot enough to dig too deep into the metal. The lines he paints are more akin to scorch marks rather than thin dug-out lines in the metal. ]

[Her hands start out shaking as she guides the motions of his head, but by the time they finish she's realized they're likely not going to kill anyone so her touch is more firm and confident. She gives the top of his head a pat once things are etched into the metal to let him know that they've finished.]

There. That looks...close enough to call it a job well done. What do you see when you look at it?

[ Clark blinks the furious heat from his eyes, letting it water before he brushes his fingers over them. Then he finds himself squinting at the newly drawn symbols in the hopes that he would be able to parse both the alien text and his translations before giving up. ]

It says Enter.

Enter what, exactly? [Her thumb comes up toward her mouth as she anxiously bites at it while she's thinking things over.]

Is it an invitation, do you think?

[Without a full translation of things, it makes speculation difficult.]

I don't think so. Maybe there's a command that needs to be inputted. Or directions.

[ This is the cockpit after all. Clark idly wonders if their last coordinates were saved somewhere - or if there was a beacon on this ship that called out to the others. ]

Can you read any of the rest of it?

[It feels like even with the advantage he offers them, they keep muddling through things in circles.]

It's times like this that I actually miss the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. It'd be able to figure things out without any work at all.

I saw the word "warning" and "cancel" as well. That's about it.

[ His eyebrows knit together in confusion. ]

How would a sonic screwdriver manage that?

I don't know. He's never explained to me how it works. Just shown me that it does, on everything that isn't wood.

[She shrugs, looking just as confused as she does now that she's actually trying to explain the sonic to someone.

Moving to sit down in the chair, she glances down to see that her feet aren't even touching the floor. Her legs kick a little as she looks around, trying to find anything useful that they can grab or use.]

Do you want to keep trying things here, or should we move on?

I think we should leave this place alone for now.

[ A little dry. ] I don't want to accidentally blow us up or send us hurtling through space.

Well, if we managed the second, at least we wouldn't be trapped here any longer.

[Always need to look on the positive side of things, after all.

Moving to slip out of the chair, she makes her way over toward the door.]

I want to explore deeper inside the ship. Do you think you'll be able to make it?

[ He nods. His power levels are still steady after finding the pearl, which he keeps clutched in his hand. ]

I should be fine. Let's go.

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