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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Oh, this. This. Is. Gorgeous.

No, really, I mean it. I've seen a lot of things -- more things that you'd think I ever would, given my youthful and altogether handsome appearance, -- but this place. Brilliant! So flash! So shiny! Well, they're stars, how could they not be shiny? Although, strictly speaking, stars are more luminous than shiny. But you can't use luminous in an interjection. Too many syllables. Can't be spouting off exclamations of surprise if it takes more than a second. Wouldn't really be surprised, then -- it'd sound too premeditated to be genuine.

So! The shop's the gateway, yeah? Never seen it before today, and I'd figured I'd gotten used to this version of London by now. Still, always did like a little shop, but it feels a bit wrong that it'd be used for sinister purposes like this -- after all, I can't really see this as being positive, the whole kidnapping and displacing thing. I guess you really can't ever trust a salesman. Or a saleswoman. Or a salestwin, as the case might be.

But right, anyway! Sinister little shop leading to a mysterious planetarium taken to an extreme scale? I might be new to this universe, still, but I'm reasonably sure this wouldn't be considered normal.

Now, who wants to offer an explanation before I call for back-up? And you might want to be quick about it -- I like calling for back-up.

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Where'd you go?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Sorry?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[If she could roll her eyes at you, Ten, she would.] You said you got lost!

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Oh! Oh, no, not literally! Just, you know, turn of phrase.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Oh. That's boring! I like getting lost.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

So do I, occasionally.

Only I don't call it getting lost -- I call it "exploring."

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I like doing that, too! [Chewing on your shoelaces now. She has decided that she likes you better than Theta-Beta. Though Theta-Phi is still her favorite.]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Sort of making a face.] Careful with those, yeah? I like this pair.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at him cheerfully, a severed shoelace dangling from her mouth.] Me too!

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[. . . sighing a little.]

I can see that now, yeah.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Nom nom nom.] You got a funny frequency, Theta-Gamma. There's thunder in your blood!

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Blinking at the kitty. :3]

. . . How could you tell that, then?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

It's in bright-hot-clouds around you, handie-man.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[. . . maybe this kitten isn't so cute now. D: ]

-- What'd you just say?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt.] Your ears got stardust in them?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oi, I can hear you just fine.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Then why'd you ask what I said?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

'S a general reaction of disbelief.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

'bout what?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

That you seem to know so much after my only having known you for less than fifteen minutes.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Indignant] Fifteen minutes is a long time!

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

More like a blink of an eye for me!

. . . Well, maybe not so much anymore. But still! Not very long.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Is so! You can do a million things in that long time.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, you can do a fair amount, but I don't know about a million.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Can so, if you do 'em here! [Apparently Cy understands more about the plane than her mun thought.]