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[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[Barbara walks across the Plane, appearing quite enchanted by the entire shiny-stars-in-the-sky thing]

This is absolutely lovely. Perhaps some sort of observatory? And I thought I’d seen the strangest of it after the rain room. A projection of space, inside the TARDIS. Ian will absolutely love this. I ought to go—

[turns around to find herself lacking the door she walked in through]

That’s.... impossible. I can’t have walked that far away. Where has the door— is that a bar? Well, I suppose there have always been aspects of the Doctor which we've had no idea of— a Colosseum? A Colosseum, and a bar, but no door.

No exit.

Well, then. Time to find the way out. And then to have a talk with the Doctor about making certain the doors into rooms are also the doors out of them.

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[stares, surprised, then smiles warmly] Hello again, Miss Wright.

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[turns around, startled] Oh! Hello, I hadn't realise there was anyone else on the TARDIS. [the Doctor best not be kidnapping people and keeping them locked away in here, or Babs is gonna smack him one!] I'm sorry; I'm afraid I've forgotten your name.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Still playing with one of her daggers, and still decked out like a noble going to a jousting tournament.]

Seems everyone about knows this Doctor lad but me!

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[assuming the TARDIS explains things to Barbara--]

I'm surprised at that. He doesn't seem to like making himself very well known, despite all the ruckus he creates.

I'm Barbara, by the way. Barbara Wright.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[keeps smiling, shaking her head] You remember it all too well. You've just spoken it, after all. [nods] It has been a long time, Barbara Wright.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Balances the dagger on her fingertip for another moment before flipping it into her hand and sheathing it at her ankle.] Aniki Forfrysning. Just Aniki would be grand.

Ruckus? [Oooh, curious now.]

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[okaaaaaaaay, way to be cryptic] I don't think I understand.

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[is now trying to guess the historical period Aniki's from, for the record] It's a pleasure, Aniki.

Yes, trouble seems to follow him where he goes. Or perhaps it's that he goes wherever trouble seems to be. [laughs] That makes him sound a bit of a heroic sort of character, doesn't it?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[I suppose it's a habit companions get into. At least I would think so.] And here as well, Barbara.

[She grins.] A character at the least.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Doffs his hat, because Firo is a gentleman!] Um, there isn't any particular exit, ma'am. It just takes a thought to get here and a thought to leave.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[awww, she wasn't that cryptic] I am the TARDIS, Miss Wright, and this place you find yourself in is not a part of me. You've been pulled into a temporal anomaly.

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[She so was!] I don't... That's impossible! The TARDIS is a machine.

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

That was a lovely blade, by the way. May I see it?

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[Firo's gentlemanliness makes her smile!] A particular thought, I would assume?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Of course. [She palms it again and offers it to Barbara hilt-first.] Had this one for quite a while--since I was a little one in Scanra, no less. Seen me through a lot.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[stares. Just, you know, stares]

...Barbara?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[lies and blasphemy! though now the TARDIS is all sad because Babs doesn't believe her] Was it not you who said I was alive? Who said I was trying to tell you something when my Fast Return Switch malfunctioned? I have always been more than a machine.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Scratches his head a bit sheepishly.] Um. Well. Yeah. You just have to want to come here or go back to your place.

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[the words ring true; Barbara lifts a hand, wanting to poke touch the TARDIS. Can't help it!] It's so difficult to believe, though... Is this.. a... a projection?

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

[accepts it, looking over the details with the eye of a history geek historian] Scanra? I don't believe I've ever heard of it. [smiles briefly] Not that that means much anymore.

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

The desire, then? [frowns, thinking very hard on it, and thus completely failing]

[rewrighthistory.livejournal.com]

Yes? [and also feels it unfair that people know her and she has no idea who they are]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[nah, it's cool. no sense of personal space, remember? poking doesn't bother her at all] It is. More solid than a simple visual one, perhaps, but a projection nonetheless.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[walks a little closer]

You're here. Blimey, this is...- [except then his brain works and he decides to introduce himself] It's me. The Doctor.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Um... sort of. It's like... [Tries to figure out a way to explain.] It's like taking a step down a staircase, only... you're taking a step down from the Plane to back home.