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AN: A little character introspective into Astrid Peth. Happy Christmas to you all and enjoy the special tomorrow!
*SPOILERS* Voyage of the Damned *SPOILERS*
She remembers when she was a little girl that she always dreamed of travelling to far off places and meeting new peoples.
When she became an adult, the childhood dream of fantastical planets and sailing the stars quickly became a pipe dream. Children might be able to sail the stars in their imaginations, but actually doing it required things like money and a job and time. Things Astrid quickly realized didn’t suddenly appear if you waited around for long enough.
She had started out like everyone else her age; convinced she would find a dream job and make it rich. Life, however, had very different ideas. She jumped from job to job, barely earning enough to pay for the essentials of life. And then, luck finally came her way.
Her best friend met some bloke or other, got married and then pregnant, all in the span of the same month. As a consequence, her job at the spaceport diner suddenly became available and Astrid, for the first time in her life, finally stepped off the planet she had called home.
She never really looked back. But after a few months, despite a job that allowed her to meet new people, the lack of travel started to bug her once more. There was a whole universe out there and being stuck on some dingy old spaceport in the same system as her home planet wasn’t enough to satisfy the child who had dreamt of sailing the stars.
Three years passed. Three years of the same thing day after day, and even meeting new people was getting old. And she started to wonder if this was as good as it was going to get. There were even days she woke up and wondered if going home and finding herself a husband and just accepting her obvious lot in life might just be better. Or if not better, at least all that was left.
And then Lady Luck walked her way again. A new cruise liner – ten-stared luxury, replica of an old-Earth ship or something called Titanic, and the best vacation offered in five systems – sailed off the construction site. Three years experience on the spaceport was suddenly more than enough to get a job onboard. Even if it was just another waitressing position. But the chance to meet the rich and famous, and see a bit more of the universe, wasn’t something she was about to pass up. And there was always the possibility it would lead to something else; something better.
And so she took it, packed up all her possessions in one case, and moved into a cramped room so small she could practically stretch her arms from wall to wall. But at least it was her own. Her uniform was another matter entirely. The diner had never really cared what she wore, but the Earth-traditional waitress costume was both outdated and very frilly. She hated frills.
She grit her teeth and wore it anyways, and tried to ignore the looks thrown her way. It was the part she hated most about waitressing. But she supposed she could live with it, because the job was cushy enough to make up for it. A few drink orders, a bit of small talk, a polite smile. That was really all it took.
And then she met the Doctor.
AN: A little character introspective into Astrid Peth. Happy Christmas to you all and enjoy the special tomorrow!
*SPOILERS* Voyage of the Damned *SPOILERS*
She remembers when she was a little girl that she always dreamed of travelling to far off places and meeting new peoples.
When she became an adult, the childhood dream of fantastical planets and sailing the stars quickly became a pipe dream. Children might be able to sail the stars in their imaginations, but actually doing it required things like money and a job and time. Things Astrid quickly realized didn’t suddenly appear if you waited around for long enough.
She had started out like everyone else her age; convinced she would find a dream job and make it rich. Life, however, had very different ideas. She jumped from job to job, barely earning enough to pay for the essentials of life. And then, luck finally came her way.
Her best friend met some bloke or other, got married and then pregnant, all in the span of the same month. As a consequence, her job at the spaceport diner suddenly became available and Astrid, for the first time in her life, finally stepped off the planet she had called home.
She never really looked back. But after a few months, despite a job that allowed her to meet new people, the lack of travel started to bug her once more. There was a whole universe out there and being stuck on some dingy old spaceport in the same system as her home planet wasn’t enough to satisfy the child who had dreamt of sailing the stars.
Three years passed. Three years of the same thing day after day, and even meeting new people was getting old. And she started to wonder if this was as good as it was going to get. There were even days she woke up and wondered if going home and finding herself a husband and just accepting her obvious lot in life might just be better. Or if not better, at least all that was left.
And then Lady Luck walked her way again. A new cruise liner – ten-stared luxury, replica of an old-Earth ship or something called Titanic, and the best vacation offered in five systems – sailed off the construction site. Three years experience on the spaceport was suddenly more than enough to get a job onboard. Even if it was just another waitressing position. But the chance to meet the rich and famous, and see a bit more of the universe, wasn’t something she was about to pass up. And there was always the possibility it would lead to something else; something better.
And so she took it, packed up all her possessions in one case, and moved into a cramped room so small she could practically stretch her arms from wall to wall. But at least it was her own. Her uniform was another matter entirely. The diner had never really cared what she wore, but the Earth-traditional waitress costume was both outdated and very frilly. She hated frills.
She grit her teeth and wore it anyways, and tried to ignore the looks thrown her way. It was the part she hated most about waitressing. But she supposed she could live with it, because the job was cushy enough to make up for it. A few drink orders, a bit of small talk, a polite smile. That was really all it took.
And then she met the Doctor.
