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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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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Pulling away.]

. . . No, but hold on, don't mean to rain on any parades, but how could you be here?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

It is because I am from a different reality than you.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . .

You don't seem particularly perturbed by that, Romana. I'm assuming this is normal for you.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[She smiles sadly.]

To be honest I have... come to accept it. Granted it was rather disturbing to hear that I am dead in other realities, but then again anything is possible.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[bluntly]. . . I'm afraid mine is one of those sorts of realities, actually. Although that doesn't matter much, does it, seeing as you're here now, yeah?

So, where are you from, then? Or possibly when?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Roughly four, five years after the war.

I have been living on Eppesta and getting by as an adviser to the two rulers of this world.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

After the war? Blimey! That's-- different.

. . . Are you keeping in touch? With me, that is. Or, well, a version of me.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

It certainly is.

In my reality? No. I have not been able to find or contact any other Time Lords; it has only been myself and my TARDIS on Eppesta.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . You the only one left, then, you reckon? In your reality.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

I rather hope not. Since I had survived then certainly some others should have as well.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Not giving up hope, yeah? Someone must've made it out. [Despite his attempt at being reassuring, it might just come across as half-hearted lip service.]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Considering that in all the other realities I have learned of so far you had survived, there is still a chance I may see you there.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Could be. Have you tried amassing an obscene amount of bananas? I might come running.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Laughing--] I will be sure to keep that in mind.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh! Or Jelly Babies. Love those. Feels like I haven't had any in ages.

Tell you what, try both, just to be sure.