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The door swishes--hey wait, swishes? open.

For a second, a rather bemused-looking woman in Starfleet reds stands on the threshold. "... Oh. In here?"

Then she's inside, and the door is swishing closed again. Gotta love sliding wall panels. She'll be making her way toward Bar presently.

For all Sariel Rager knows, it's been a week since the bar last turned up. No, she hasn't looked outside or at the calendar yet.

If the lady with the black pip on her collar is a friend, she'll welcome catching up with you. If she's a stranger, chances are pretty high she won't turn you away either.

((OOC: this post brought to you by Chanter badly needing to get active again! I'll be in and out all day due to local festivals and assorted holiday weekend shenanigans, but I will be around.))

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It's been a while since Leela last saw Sariel. Hardly an eternity, but long enough by the standards of a traveler in the TARDIS. Long enough that her eyes have changed color at any rate.

Leela smiles. "Hello, Sariel. It is good to see you again."

Her eyes have changed color? Sariel hasn't gotten close enough to see that aspect of Leela's appearance just yet, but give her a minute, maybe. That smile's getting returned, at any rate.

"Hello, Leela. You, too--has it been very long here?"

"Several months have passed by the Bar's time," Leela says. "As for my own universe, it is hard to say how much time has passed when one is traveling in the TARDIS. But we have been many places and encountered many enemies."

""Oh no..." dismayed face ahoy. One hand covers that expression for a second, and there just might be a mutter not meant for general hearing muffled behind it. "Aboard ship, it's only been a week! I imagine I've missed any number of different things, here."

Encountering enemies can wait a second. Pun only somewhat intended.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, by this place's standards," Leela says. "Or my own, if things keep on the way they have."

"I don't know whether to take that as a comment on this place, or on your own universe," Sariel says. She's smiling.

"I suppose it is both," Leela says. "I have not seen much here that I could not also see in my own universe. But in my own universe I am traveling through time with a robot dog and an ancient man from another world."

Blink. "Traveling through time?" That's surprised, yes, but it's also impressed. "I didn't know. My vessel travels through interstellar space, but time travel is... far less common, and carefully monitored."

Not that it doesn't happen. See: adventures in 1890's San Francisco had by Enterprise senior officers.

"The Doctor could stand to monitor his own travel more carefully," Leela says. "Sometimes even he doesn't know where or when he's going.

"What sort of vessel is it that you travel on? Is it a ship meant for war?"

"Our vessel can be used for warfare," Sariel says carefully, "and has been, though we would prefer it weren't. Starfleet is an organization of explorers." Not that the Enterprise hasn't had her share of skirmishes. Sariel's expression might speak to this, even if she doesn't do the same aloud.

Beat. "That degree of unmonitored time travel? Is that safe?" She doesn't say 'is that wise'. All other reasons aside (not her place to go that far without further knowledge), Leela essentially did that much a second ago.

"This is a noble mission," Leela says, nodding. "The ancestors of the Sevateem were settlers and explorers.

"Traveling with the Doctor is never safe. But together we have done much good for the universe."

"We certainly try to make it a noble mission," Sariel agrees, "and keep it one." Beat. "Traveling on the Enterprise is rarely safe either, but... your mission sounds similar to ours, at least in some ways."

Leela gives a sly smile. "I do not think 'mission' is the right word for what we do," she says. "A mission is much more organized."

"Your--" just a second while she decides on the right word, "--travels are that much more spontaneous? All of the time?"

"They certainly seem to be," Leela says.

"I think the TARDIS knows where to go, though."

"The TARDIS," Sariel is slightly more careful over the unfamiliar name, "knows where to go? Your vessel?"

Now she's curious again.

"Yes," Leela says. "She has a mind of her own. I've spoken to her here in Milliways."

"Your ship is... actively sentient? And comes here independent of her crew?" OH, now she's downright fascinated, Leela. Look out.

"Her mind had been placed in a human body when I encountered her here," Leela says. "She did not know how. It must be something that happens in my future - or at least the Doctor's."

She frowns. "I hope she returns safely to her old form. It sounded as though she and the Doctor were in danger."

"That sounds... extremely disorienting," Sariel says, and can't help a sympathetic grimace. "At the very least. Is she likely to need assistance here?"

The basic sort of 'what do I do, I'm in a body that isn't mine!' sort of assistance, she means. Leela can't entirely know that, but some of Sariel's meaning might carry in her reaction.

"Her mind works in strange ways," Leela says. "I suppose as you would expect it to - she is a machine that travels through time. She does not experience the world as you or I do."

Her frown deepens. "I do not know if she needs help, apart from getting her old body back. She did not ask for any help from me."

Edited 2013-12-03 19:19 (UTC)

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