for rude_not_ginger Terra Novus: Outpost 7

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Follows this.

Smack.

Jack landed on the marbled floor with an unceremonious fall.

"Yeah, but you missed it," he said finishing the sentiment the Doctor started before he activated the manipulator.

He pulled himself up from the floor and stretched himself out, looking over to the Doctor to make sure he was okay and all in one piece.

"We're about 800 years to the left," he said as he checked his wrist strap. "Set it on random, thought it'd be more fun that way."

He grinned over at him, and stretched his neck out a little more as he looked around.

What he saw, was nothing short of spectacular.

The walls looked to be made of stone and were decorated with gargoyles and elaborate gold filigree flourishes. Ahead of them, up on the wall, was a vast round glass stain window. Small lights illuminated it around the circle, but just about visible through the other side was the vague starlight in the distance. They were still in space, not on a planet surface.

"Well this is new... what is this, some sort of space monastery?"

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"Might be," the Doctor said, wincing as he stood up. He was especially grateful not to have had any of those Christmas cookies back on Christmas Planet, because they'd have probably been on the floor right now.

He rested his hands on his knees and took in a few deep breaths. "800 years should be a wide enough range for the Proclamation to miss us, but not the Marquis. We'll need to keep an eye out."

He straightened, and headed towards one of the walls. He traced a hand across the stone, breaking a tiny bit off and tasting it with the tip of his tongue.

"It's concrete," he said. "Must be a human formation of some sort. Concrete was never popular with any other species."