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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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[lamb_of_gold]

Hello for the third time. I am Mu.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Third? Sorry, can't seem to remember you.

Good to meet you then, Mu. I'd introduce myself, but you seem to know me already.

[lamb_of_gold]

You are the third you I've introduced myself to, that's all.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Third of me, specifically. Really?

You sure it's not just a couple of blokes with the same good looks?

[lamb_of_gold]

Three with your exact face, speaking style, temperament, hair and name, yes.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh. I see. Well, that's--

-- Different.

. . . Sort of brilliant, though!

[lamb_of_gold]

Slightly confusing, however.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's no surprise, there. All those mes running about, it'd be no small feat to tell us all apart, I reckon.

[lamb_of_gold]

Well, at least your outfit sets you apart from the other two.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, does it? I rather like the blue suit, after all.

[lamb_of_gold]

I believe the other two wear brown suits.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah? Well, can't blame them -- the brown's nice too. I was wearing the brown when I was made, so that just left the blue one free.

[lamb_of_gold]

...Made?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, grown, more like.

[lamb_of_gold]

.....?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Long story. Very complicated. But it's a good one, at least!

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm afraid I would likely understand very little of it.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Right, so, er. What's this place, anyway?

[lamb_of_gold]

The Astral Plane. It is a crossroad of realities.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Well, seems simple enough.

Although it really isn't.

A crossroad of realities is impossible.

[lamb_of_gold]

Yet here we are.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Suppose you've got a point, there.

[lamb_of_gold]

I suppose I should warn you, then, that our realities can merge, as well.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

How do you mean "merge"?

[lamb_of_gold]

Over time, realities will mesh together - locations will change, people will change...I'ven't had anything significant happen to mine, so I do not know the full extent of what could happen, but...