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and the sun was on the rise [open]

Who: Martha Jones and OPEN
Where: All around Truffula Valley during the event
When: April 12th
Rating: PG
Summary: Martha's first event turns out to be a pleasant one, and she's ready to enjoy the sights while they last.
The Story: Going to sleep in a mansion and waking up in a tent is a shock, to say the least.

When Martha comes to that morning, not having been in this odd, mad place for even a week yet, she finds herself in a space that's similar to the room she'd chosen for herself in the mansion, but the flimsy walls and roof make it clear that she's been transported into some kind of bizarre camping trip. The inside of the tent itself is similar enough to the room she'd had, and the closet has even remained. That's a relief, at least. She's already awfully fond of those closets.

After getting her bearings, Martha pokes her head out and finds before her an ocean of color and brightness. Not that Wonderland itself had been dark, but this puts the previous scenery to shame. This must be one of the events that she was told about, but other than a change in their surroundings, everything seems surprisingly calm.

That's bound to change soon enough. Martha knows the pattern well by now. Everything's brilliant and wonderful at first, it's all new sights and sounds, and then something goes wrong. Then again, that had been the whole point of traveling with the Doctor -- to fix things, to set them right.

Either way, her adventurous nature means that there's no way she can't explore a bit, and so she starts moving through the transformed area. She spots some odd animals skittering around and she can't help but smile. They are rather cute...

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This an event that Toothless is, very much, enjoying. It's something new that doesn't include being sick or hearing things, or Vikings being transformed into monsters. He'll take it. Of course, it also comes with new Vikings. Toothless hasn't encountered them all, yet.

Because of how light-hearted he feels, he doesn't bother being sneaky around the new people. Just strolls along near Martha, wide eyes taking everything in. He may or may not be hunting the local fish, too.

A large, black dragon is more or less impossible to miss, and Martha stops dead in her tracks as soon as she sees it. She holds her arms tight at her side and just stares, with her mouth slightly open, at the slinking creature.

"Oh my god," she says under her breath, though it's not long before the tone of her voice raises. "Oh my god, you're a dragon, a real dragon." The thrill of seeing something like that with her own eyes outweighs the sense that it might be dangerous, though Martha's cautious enough to not move any closer to it.

Actually, it's kind of cute, which isn't what she'd expect from a dragon. She would have thought they would look more... fearsome, but this one almost looks friendly.

The Night Fury in question has a visible moment of did she just say what I thought she said?, because most of these Vikings call him a — well, they call him a big lizard. It's refreshing to hear someone call him a dragon, if he's to be honest, and he turns around to look at Martha with wide and curious eyes.

It's looking right at her now, and Martha breaks out into a smile. She's a bit nervous because for all that she knows, this dragon could pounce her and try to tear her throat out in the next couple of seconds, but so far it seems... docile enough. And the way it's looking at her, it's like it understood what she said. Or maybe it recognizes the word "dragon" if nothing else.

She takes a cautious step toward it, peering up into those eyes. "Are you... friendly?"

Toothless echoes that step forward, and then takes a few more, nodding when she asks him. There aren't any Vikings here that he feels particularly hostile about. Some of them act strangely, it's true, or oddly for a few days when the events happen, but no one's truly attacked him yet or tried to hurt one of his charges in front of him.

Maybe then he'd feel differently. But for right now, he blinks his eyes at Martha and cocks his head to the side — looking more like a giant dog than anything else.

Between it approaching her almost as cautiously as she's been moving toward it, and then that tilt of its head -- there's no way she can hold back. Martha's smile widens and she closes the rest of the distance between them, reaching out to lay her hand on its snout.

This is unbelievable. Not only has she run into a dragon, but it isn't one that she needs to run away from. (She's used to running away from things. It's a part of being the Doctor's companion, even though she's retired from it.)

"Aren't you a pretty thing," she remarks as she smooths her hand out over it, feeling the rough scales.

An almost comical — no, it was comical — look of pleasure crossed the Nightfury's face as Martha complimented him. Toothless was never one to turn down a compliment. He knew that he was pretty. Those big, green eyes closed, and he tilted his head slightly up as an indication that Martha could explore all she liked.

Instead of snarling or backing away from her, the dragon almost seems to enjoy what she's doing, more like a dog being pet than some sort of fearsome creature. Martha continues to run her hand over the top of its head and the ridges there, but eventually she can't reach. That's how it goes when you're as short as she is, unfortunately.

"Are you from this place?" she asks as she looks around at the colorful landscape she's found herself in. The dragon doesn't really match with the rest of the animals she's seen here, but it's certainly possible.

Toothless shakes his head, rumbling a purr at the attention. He liked this event, and part of him wished that it would stay. But the Nightfury knew that it wouldn't. Nothing good, except the Vikings, stayed. The harness attached to him is a little more pronounced in this position.

It really does seem that it can understand her, and so even if it can't respond with words, Martha is sure that they can still have a conversation. She does spot the harness and that puts all kinds of ideas in her head, but she's not going to be so bold as to try and jump on. For all she knows, he'd take off into the air and she's not quite prepared for that anyway.

(Though she has to admit that there is a part of her that would really know what it was like to ride on the back of a dragon.)

"Not from here, and not from Wonderland either, I'm guessing? So you were brought here like the rest of us..." Since it's hard to reach up to its head, she switches to petting down its neck and chest area instead. She would have never expected a dragon to be so docile.

He nods at that, still purring at the attention. She's getting very close to that sweet spot that makes him into a dragon lump, and the purring gets more pronounced as her hand gets closer.

This dragon is purring. It's purring like it's a cat. Martha breaks out into a peal of laughter again as she works closer and closer to that spot. "Can't say I ever imagined I'd meet a dragon, let alone a domesticated one."

That gets Martha somewhat of a wounded Look. Domesticated? Hiccup used that word around those white, tasty puffballs. Not him. He's not a sheep. He makes a grumpy sound deep in his throat, sighing.

Oh, looks like she's upset him. Martha pulls her hand back right before she reaches that sweet spot, because the last thing she wants is for it to chomp her arm off. She's daring and risky, but only to a degree.

"Sorry, was that the wrong word? I saw the saddle, so I thought... maybe you belong to someone." It's odd to think of someone training a dragon and flying it around, true, but what else was she supposed to assume?

Toothless lets out an almost human-sounding sigh. Vikings and their belongings. Hiccup was his friend, but he didn't belong to him — not in that way, at least. But he gives Martha a look that says I forgive you, because that line of thinking has been a common one since his arrival.

It's hard for her to pick apart the look, but she can at least tell that it's not particularly mean, which is a good start. She looks back at the dragon, and she finds that even when staring into its eyes she isn't that frightened. The question is whether or not she can trust her instincts, since she's certainly leapt into danger before.

"What's your name?" she asks. "Maybe we should start there. As for me, I'm Martha." She sets her hand against her chest to indicate herself.

Oh no, not this again, his expression says, as he considers previous games of charades. Toothless takes a step back from Martha and opens his mouth. As is normal, when he's exploring, his teeth are retracted and his mouth is simply pink gums. Toothless raises a paw and taps it against the edge of his gums, as Martha's clue.

Martha is braced for something bad when it opens its mouth, but when she isn't greeted by a face full of fangs, she calms down. Why doesn't it have any teeth? She blinks and takes a step closer to see for herself, watching as the dragon indicates its own gums.

"You don't... have any teeth? So your name is related to that." She thinks it over, wondering what it could be. "Gummy? No-Teeth? Toothless? Defanged?" She frowns, wondering if any of those are close to correct.

She doesn't think she's really the best at naming things.

Ah, she's a smart one, this Viking! This goes much better than previous attempts, and he's glad of it. Toothless immediately begins to snort and run in a quick circle when she says his name, to indicate it's the correct one, and looks pleased. About the same time, though, he pops his teeth out of the gums; he doesn't want her thinking he's helpless or something. But thankfully, he also closes his mouth.

Oh, looks like she got it! As soon as it takes off racing around in circles, acting positively excited, she pauses and starts to laugh again. This is the most fun she's had since she got here, she has to admit. "Toothless it it, then."

Although not so much, as its fangs suddenly show themselves, and she can see that its certainly not helpless. Which is for the best, because she'd been wondering how a dragon could take care of itself if it had no teeth.

It's rather clear now that it isn't going to hurt her, and so she draws close again to continue petting it. "All right, Toothless, next question. Are you a boy or a girl?" She could try to check. She's not a veterinarian, and even if she was a dragon is something else entirely, but she is a trained doctor and she could probably sex even a dragon if given a try. But that would be rude when she can just ask.

He's certainly amenable to that, holding still as Martha comes closer again. Toothless tips his head to the side and holds still, though he nods — briefly — when she asks if he's a boy. The ability to get things like that out the way is one of the best parts of being a dragon who can understand Vikings, as far as he's concerned.

Toothless is a he, then. Martha nods to show that she understands, glad to see that they've found a basic way to communicate with each other. So far she knows the dragon's sex, its name, and that it's been captured here the same way she has. That gives them some common ground.

As she continues to scratch at Toothless' neck area, she looks up toward his face with a smile. "So, what do you think of all this?" she asks, nodding toward the valley with its cotton candy trees.

Toothless levels a cheerful look at her, pleased, and swishes his long tail. He's glad to be able to wander around in a new area, a new outdoors area. Not that the first can't be nice, but he... doesn't feel quite right there, somehow. Not that this place is right — it's too colorful to be anywhere from his world — but at least nothing horrible is leaping out to kill all of them.

"It is nice, isn't it." Martha pets him for another few seconds and then pats him on the chest before she turns away to take it all in. The breeze feels perfect as it swishes through her hair and she smiles at the sight of one of those bear things running past. Without actually saying anything, she starts to wander off. She still wants to explore this place, after all, and what better companion than a dragon?

It's not as if Toothless has anything better to do than take a walk with a new friend, and so the Nightfury picks up his pace to walk alongside her. His big green eyes track automatically to anything moving that comes close, but he doesn't leap off in pursuit. Though when a few fish come close, he's visibly tempted.

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