#dctah

          HYPERVENTILATING. Yep. That’s where she was right now mentally. She couldn’t believe anything right now. The only reason that Alana was losing her mind right now, was because everything she thought she knew in life, was being questioned. All the answers she thought she knew, suddenly felt WRONG. 

          She grunts, frustratedly, and folds her arms over her chest. She lets out a deep sigh. “ And what would I say? There’s a man telling me he has two hearts? They’d arrest ME for being the mad one. ” She isn’t sure why she’s so FRUSTRATED with the man, perhaps it had to do with the fact that she HATED not having control over a situation.

          Running her fingers through her hair, she looks up at the Doctor and ALMOST smiles at him. She’s starting to admit defeat. “ First---------------it was the tard----tard-whatever-ship, okay, that was pretty strange, and definitely beyond me. Beyond logic. But one thing I should be able to be certain of is HUMAN ANATOMY-------------------------who has two hearts? ” Yep. She out-right asks that. “ I mean. Y’Know? ”

         In the moment, it kind of felt like she was having an existential crisis. But at the same time that she was freaking out, she knew that when she cooled down at bit, and took the time to TRULY make sense of everything that was going on right now, she would find it more FASCINATING than frustrating. Doctor Bloom was a huge fan of the strange and unusual. 

while that's a good question i would be inclined to say -- unless it's been proven in universe otherwise -- that no, because while midichlorians determine the strength of force sensitivity, i think it'd be like? it'd be like how mutations exist in the marvel universe in that its almost impossible to make someone a mutant but you can stimulate mutations that are temporary with mutant growth hormone

Oh where had she gone to. It was an accident, Jenny was to say, hadn’t anticipated the thought that something that seemingly had no power could still do something. And now here she stands, her ship is left behind in the deep trails of space and time, she’s only got her essentials and that contraption in her hands. Never put an unstable sonic device and something that resembled a button together, although she sort of knew what it did it was certainly unpredictable.

Breathable air, foliage resembling ordinary flora back on Messaline, the girl could have guessed she was on Earth; but she could have been anywhere at anytime.

                ⁽ ᵐᵉᵐᵉ — ʜᴀᴍɪʟᴛᴏɴ: ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs — ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ.」

     Were it not for hesitation in tall beast’s actions, one could have thought such      suggestion to fall upon deaf ears, and as own breath battles constraints within,      hazel  gaze  moves. First  up  to great tree’s thick branches and heavy crown,      then down to basket beside her own claws, filled with great quantity of  fruit.

          When last had Sansa taken her ease? Certainly not since Winterfell, whose days once felt so full, bursting with promise and prosperity, now withered upon the vine. Though life as lion’s captive provided little in the manner of entertainments still she found hours consumed with worry, with caution, with rage. How it drained her, that ceaseless blaze like rumored dragon’s fire ‘neath a Northern home’s walls. It was not supposed to be this way. Life was not meant to have taken such a turn.

            “I fear I have forgotten how.”