Re: Ocean Depths: Earth and Not Earth, Present Day
'We got Baby out sound and safe, show-and-telled them how to start a to-do against the pool-cleaners. But we can't do everything for them. Freeness given is no freeness at all. Freeness is finding freeness of their own.' Smoke Alarm agreed with Traveller, though not in quite the same words, but in the same wisdom. That was what the Doctor had done; he'd helped the people of Paradise Towers work together, to fight back against the Great Architect, but he'd let them do it themselves and find their own ways, with arrowguns and splosives and knitty nets and running, so freeness was their own. 'It's like what the Doctor did. He got the wheels rolling.' she added, knowing it would make Trav feel better.
*
Still clad in her dive-suit, helmet tucked under her arm, Smoke Alarm strode brave and bold out of the talkiphone box, waving at the UNIT people, feeling like she'd won a great game, feeling biggerer than ever. Then: 'Wait, shouldn't've we outgone to the big boat?' she wondered, realised the funny-looking white building wasn't the UNS Loyal they'd left from. Mayhaps the sailors there would be wondering where they'd gotten to?
*
Finally getting out of her wetsuit, Smoke Alarm found herself just as wet underneath, but with sweat and damp. And she was smelly, and so, so yawny. It was hard yakka running about underwater. She washed and flopped into something that passed for a bed – it might've been a couch – for a million ticktocks.
*
Having been living on contemporary Earth for days, but never actually allowed out of the talkiphone box, the base, or the big boat, and certainly not away from the eyespies of UNIT lest she get into a to-do, Smoke Alarm was itching to get out and run around in the city, London or Dallas. She was starting to wonder if she should just take her own freeness... If nothing else, she wanted to cosplay as an Earthian, realising her "space clothes" as one UNIT soldier put it would make her stick out like a Yellow Kang among Blue Kangs. Mayhaps they'd let her get lost-and-found then, or mayhaps it would be easier to get lost and away from eyespies.
So, with meeting-places and parties today, deciding to dress in fancypants formal fabshion, she'd raided the TARDIS wardrobe and changed out of her clothes, though mayhaps not in that order. The Blue Kang reappeared from a mound of clothing in a party dress – blue, natchurally – but lost-and-found it rather yawny on its ownsome. So she added a strip of black around the waist as a belt; a pair of black runners; the blue UNS Loyal cap the Petty Officer had given her as a prezzie; and a black tie around her bare neck, because she'd heard something about black-tie events and thought it set off/covered her chest area nicely, even if she couldn't get the knot right. She even tied her blue hair back in a ponytail with a rubber band. As jewellery, she added her fizz-ade-can bangles, dog-fang necklace, and a badge she'd found once proclaiming that she was 11 today. The last particular number she could remember being was 5, so she figured she had to be close enough to 11 now. Out of this ensemble poked arms and legs, pale and skinny with whippet-like muscles, and livid red dog-bite scars on her left calf.
She outlooked like a prissness!
*
At the memorial service, Smoke Alarm respected the solemnity of the occasion, recognising it as like a Kang's own ritual for the unalive. But when she asked if Warren Shopansky was being put on the scrap-heap... she decided not to say anything more. She'd never met or knowed him, so she couldn't say if he'd been brave and bold or not, but if he was in the UNIT Traveller liked so much, then he was no scaredy cat.
*
After the memorial, the Kang remained subdued on the way to Rayburn's house. Being out in the wide open parkland was bad enough, but these little single-apartment towers were all weird to her. The neighbours seemed too far away – how would you be able to send help, or know what they were up to? They could be eating Kangs next door for all she knew.
Thus, in her fancypants prissness dress, Smoke Alarm sat quietly on a chair and sipped fizz-ade through a straw. However, those who knew Kangs and children would know she just getting sugared up.
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