01; The days come to you like sailors [You watch them as they drift away]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[He appears on the plane and instantly spins around, startled and instantly confused. This isn't where he was a moment ago and it certainly isn't where he was expecting to go.

He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and holds it aloft, testing for...well, anything recognizable. That failing, he opts for a more conventional tactic.]

Hello?

Is anyone there?

[It's going to be a very long day.]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

Doctor, there are many people here. There are always people here....

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Appearing not far off with a few books in tow, she's smiling just a fraction.]

Oh, there are quite a few others here.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

AAAAH!

Sorry, no, I wasn't startled.

Wait, did you just call me 'Doctor'? Have we met?

[lamb_of_gold]

...We've spoken several times, Doctor. I repaired your coat not long ago...

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[His eyes go wide and a grin slowly appears on his face.]

Romanadvoratrelundar.

Second incarnation, I see. It's...well, it's...been a long time.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Of course we're here, Doctor. Have you forgotten?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Me? No, I've only just arrived.

OOoooh, I must be crossing timelines again. Would explain being here and not where I was. I really must stop doing that.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Both of her eyebrows rose, the books in her hands shifted to rest on her hip.]

Doctor, it might have been a few weeks since I last popped in here for a bit but it really has not been that long.

[lamb_of_gold]

...Oh for the love of Athena, another double.

[contract_star]

Looking for someone too?

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, Doctor, of course there are people here.

{Then thoughtfully because she remembers one of those screwdrivers killing her B(} But what are those things anyways?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Is nearby, standing and just surveying his surroundings quietly. And decides, what the hell] Hi.

And to answer that, quite a few people.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack watches, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing; this might just be another of the Doctor's 'it's logical to me, but no one else' moments]

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier has been on the Plane more often lately, so for your viewing pleasure, he is here; and wondering exactly why the Doctor is baffled, seeing as he's been her for ... well, quite some time]

Something wrong, Doctor?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[This is Rose, in a metal bikini ala Princess Leia

...this may or may not end up being really awkward]

You look different.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Bridga---

No.

No, you're not. Some sort of an emergency, then? Caused you to change form?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Actually, I'm just looking for, uh, where I am.

Who are you looking for?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I suppose we've met before then? [lowers screwdriver]

Let me guess. Hmmm. We have...a...no. Nope, sorry. Not ringing any bells. Timeline error, I'm guessing. Can we start with introductions?

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[blinks, confused] Emergency? No, nothing of the sort. I've simply been experimenting with these forms since coming to the divergent universe. You know this. I -- ah. [smiles] Hello, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Hi!

Oh! Well, you know. Makes things a little easier, knowing that I'm not alone in...where am I?

[lotsofrunning.livejournal.com]

There's always someone here.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Turns, spots Jack and suddenly develops an 'Oh, well THAT explains everything' expression.]

Captain.

[contract_star]

Where you are? ...It's the Astral Plane...

...But you're not the type to forget something like that, are you?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Superdooper wide grin! And the possibility of a random hug may be in the future!]

Brigadier! Or is it Sir? Wait, no, you're too young for that.

Where are we?