Some dozens of faces look up at Trav as she pokes her head out of the TARDIS door.  Maybe two-thirds of them are soldiers of various ethnicities, wearing black fatigues.  Some of the others are wearing white lab coats.  The expressions turn to casual disinterest fairly quickly and people turn back to their food and their conversations, although a few of the soldier types do continue to pay attention and a few people snap pictures with their phones.

As Trav (and any of her companions) file out, a bright-eyed young corporal comes up to them.  He has a collection of what look like ID badges on lanyards.  He looks at Trav and holds up a badge, then shakes his head and turns to Smoke Alarm, holding out the badge to touch it to her forehead.  There's a tiny flash and pop, and then the corporal hands Smoke Alarm the badge, miming that she should put the lanyard around her neck.  Smoke can see that the badge now has her picture on it with the words


He offers badges to Stanley and (after performing the most atrocious rendition of a formal Draconian salute that the Legate has ever seen) to Sereth.

Sereth just regarded him for a long moment, before taking the badge, after a couple of words.

"Just... don't. If you are not absolutely certain about what you do, and with that salute you clearly are not, don't attempt it. Give the respect from what you -do- know, your people's form. Because not all would be as patient as I; and you may inadvertently offend someone with an attempt that is not even close."

He felt much better with his real person showing, with his blade at his side, though not in hand.

OOC: Keeping the picture for now; till I hunt it down again and make a note of where it was.

The soldier goes pale, but shifts instantly to a crisp regulation British Army salute.  "Yes, sir.  Apologies, sir; didn't mean to give offense, sir."

Curious as a rat, yet 'waring where they might be outgoing this time, Smoke Alarm poked her head through the door, dark eyes widening in delight as she eyespied where they were. A city! Towers all around, towers to the sky, towers of all shapes. A city to get lost-and-found in. After the vast parks and gardens of wild Silurian Earth, and the flat one-storey towers of Montana, this was more like it!

Overcoming her 'wariness, Smoke Alarm footed out, mazed to see people outlooking at her and using their talkiphone picture-takers at her. She waved back, feeling with a very important fancypants. But she was bewildered when the soldier touched a badge to her forehead and gave it to her. Putting it on around her neck, she eyespied the picture of herself, looking a bit rabbit-in-the-lights stunned. 'But I know who I am.' she protested.

Eyespying the soldier waving his hands at Sereth, she knewhow this game was played. 'Soldier-boy wants to how-you-do. Do we?' she told Sereth, bold and teasing. She advanced intently on the soldier, brave and bold, face set in a fierce glare, her movements slow but strong and precise. Stepping forward, making a fist, her right arm came up and across, somewhere between a punch and a block. But her left hand brought it down, the fist released with an open palm. Then she stepped forward again and did the same with her left. Next, she brought both hands up and clapped. Then she held both hands up, palms forward to the soldier, gesturing him to place his hands on them. Finally, she bobbed in a curtsey, bowing her head, before stepping back. 'Eyespy, that's how-you-do. Now you try.' she challenged.
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Trav holds up her UNIT Dallas badge. "Already got one, thanks. What's for lunch? She takes out her sonic, as she transfers her image from the newer badge to her older Dallas UNIT ID. But then she takes the London badge anyway, and sonics it back. "Hee, like con badges. I can cosplay as myself. How horribly meta." So, Trav is wearing two IDs - one as the 2nd Traveller, and one as the 5th.



Trav whispers conspiratorially, "He really likes you! If he didn't, he'd just regard you with silent disdain. That's the ambassador of the Draconian Emperor, doncha know. He's actually a really great guy whose acted to save the Earth more than once.

"So, what's your name, soldier? I figure we'd grab a quick bite, say hello to Kate quick, brief with Peizo and.... yeah, Oswald, that's his name, and then get going on the operation to rescue Colonel Rayburn.

Trav multitasks as she texts.


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"At ease, soldier. She's from a tribe called The Blue Kangs, and that's how they greet newcomers. It took me a few tries to get their greeting down. You reply like this. This is how-you-do." She walks the soldier through the how-you-do, including the curtsey. "How do-you-do! Build high for happiness. Truly civilized." Trav is smiling.

Being offered the badge, Stanley remembers that he already has an UNIT ID card. It is the
"UNIT Consultant" card that Amanda gave him. She advised him not to use it with the UNIT in this time period and it hadn't worked in Egypt, so he is not going to try and just accepts the new badge.



"Don't worry, you won't offend Smoke Alarm, even if you a make a mistake." Stanley adds. Not a moment ago Sereth had told the poor man not to try a salute he doesn't know and now Trav is trying to get him to do a Kang "how-you-do".

"See Stan? You're now an expert on time traveller relations. We can get you a consulting gig." She looks back at her phone. She understands that Boyd and Patel might actually be doing important work and may not have time to pal around with her. So, instead, she goes into her bag and gets her Ipad.

"Hey Chibi, wake up. Can you find these people for me?" She contemplates dumping a load of great yaoi comics on Kate Stewart's laptop, but decides against it - Kate has been pretty cool with her. She has Chibi track down Boyd, Patel, Speizo, Osgood (and also pulling a file on whoever this person in). While here, she has Chibi track down the current statuses of Harry Sullivan, Jo Grant, and Sarah Jane Smith. She trusts Chibi not to trip too many UNIT internal security defenses - not like she couldn't get past all of them. It's only serious enough to give the newbies on their IT staff a decent workout.

Then, she says to the team, "I need to do something. I'll be right back." She pops into the TARDIS, and comes back out a few minutes later with a bouquet.  She trots out of the commissary to the nearby courtyard, where the memorial to the fallen is.

The flowers are not only a mix of earthly blooms of various types, but also several <a href=http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/G...rance>Gallifreyan Flowers of Rememberance</a> - the one circumstance where these flowers can be respectfully used.  He may still be dead. Amidst the cards and memorials, Trav sticks a largish post-it note - "For the fallen defenders of Earth and Gallifrey - you are loved and remembered. You are always with us. We do what is necessary in your name. The mission continues. We will bring the survivors home." On it are scribbled the UNIT wings, the RDF chevron, and Seal of Rassillon, in the colors used by Exigency.




The tears come so easy these days. She thinks of the bridge crew of the SDF-1. Her husband. Old UNIT comrades. Her Exigents. Malakai, Julian, Sir Patrick, Erin Tarn, The Corsair, The Doctor, her children. At the end of the roll of honor on the monument, she sees the name, Alistair Gordon Leftbridge-Stewart. She thought he was just retired. "Oh. Oh, Brig."

She can't believe that she was still here, and such great ones were gone - a girl stargazer, a second assistant, who swore she was just going to use an old time capsule once. She touches the name, as she holds her hat, in stone.

Oh, what long shadows the great ones cast.
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OOC: Everyone should reset their Story Points at this time.

However, Stanley earns another one just for rescuing this poor guy and recognizing that Trav is being COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS. :D

"Ma'am," the corporal says to Trav.  "Mitchison is the name," he adds.

Then he turns to Smoke Alarm and makes a game attempt at replicating the Kang how-you-do.  He flushes beet red by the time he curtseys, in front of a great many of his fellow squaddies.

"Now...."  He takes out a smartphone and taps away at it.  "Ma'am, I show no 'Peizo' or 'Oswald' with UNIT.  We can fetch you something to eat, but I expect you'll want to speak to the Director, ah, directly."

OOC: Also, I'll leave it to Gareth whether Commander Boyd puts in an appearance.

Trav squints a little, and then checks her e-mail again. "Whoops. I got my spelling wrong, nearly 800 and I'm turning senile. I worked with a Corporal Victor Speizo in Egypt recently, and in some information I was forwarded in regards to Colonel Rayburns situation referred to an Osgood & Osgood. If you can be a dear and look those folks up for me? I'll need to brief with them. Also, Corporal, are you familiar with an analyst by the name of Henry Boyd or a Sergeant Patel? Dear besties of mine."

"Now, I'll be back in a bit. I need to do one little thing. The fallen must be honored."

OOC: Trav does her memorial thing

OOC: If we could convince him to join us for an adventure that'd be marvelous. I wonder how he'd react to a blond, more potty mouthed Traveller? If not, a brief cameo would be great. As for Trav being ridiculous - I actually do have a distinctive trait, I think, so I am kind of contractually obligated to be wacky.

OOC: WOuldn't that fit eccentric better?