[001]

[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.

Comments

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What do you mean by that, "different Ianto"?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Technically the same Ianto, just farther back on his time line. [hesitates a moment before continuing] He's nine months into the Year that Never Was.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . [Ah ha, that's catching him off-guard.]

You're kidding. But how's that possible?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Don't ask me Doctor, I'm as confused about it as you are.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Blimey, this place is full of surprises, innit?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

There's Five Doctors here, three of the same regeneration. I'm guessing I'll stop being surprised at some point.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Five. Five of me? Well, three of me, but you know what I mean?

. . . Oh, that's brilliant.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Three of you, one of your Fifth regeneration, and one of your Ninth regeneration.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's fantastic! How d'you lot keep them all straight?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Your Fifth and your Ninth are easy to keep track of, not sure how we're going to tell apart three of you. [And Jack gets this slightly-glazed look for a minute, because having five Doctors at the same time? Is something he wishes he could take advantage of]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Blinking-- before registering what that look is. DX]

Oi. Oi. Oi, mind out of the gutter, mate.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm allowed to think if I keep it to myself. [mutters]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Yeah, just keep it that way, there, Captain.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes] I know better than to say anything; Ianto would have my head for it.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Lucky you, you'd at least be able to grow a new one.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I'm not in a hurry to test that theory. Plus, even if I came back to life chances are he wouldn't sleep with me.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, reckon you've got a point there.

Definitely keep your thoughts to yourself, then. And dirty little drawings safely hidden away in your desk drawer.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Gimme a little credit; last time all I did was draw the SUV.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Do I want to know if there was anything more to that doodle?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Just mud splatters and the Torchwood logo?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Ah, good then. Wasn't sure what I was expecting.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I do have some self-control, you know.

Besides, Ianto made me get rid of it.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, I knew there was more to it.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Perfectly good waste of a drawing, all because the paperwork was going to the head of UNIT.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, I imagine you know UNIT. Probably wouldn't have appreciated your artistic endeavors.