realityshifted | 01 - Welcome to Alpha 9

[She hesitates, glancing around, immobile, taking in the details before she pulls her gun and thumbs the safety off, pointing it at the... invisible floor. Right. She checks her head for cuts, makes sure she's dressed. Not one of those dreams at least.] I must have... I fell asleep at my desk. It figures, Creegan. It figures I can't even get away from you in a dream--of course not. You could at least be naked.

[he's not looking at her, taking in the endless stars and, well, lack of floor] Ooh, sexual harassment. I'm telling on you to Hank. Don't think this is a dream. Don't think this is your dream. Might be my dream. How come you get to be the real one anyway?

[he starts wandering away] So whaddaya think? Alpha 9?

[Her shoulders sag and he throws her head back as though praying for patience from some distant power.] Oh god. Don't even--just don't. This is not reality. This is not real. Reality is you stripping in the middle of a crowded airplane while reciting William Blake. This is--I don't know what this is, but it isn't that.

[casually] Alright, well if it's not reality, what is it? You're here, I'm here. Mass hallucination? I've had hallucinations and this...this doesn't feel right. And don't you think you're focusing a bit too much on me being naked? If this is your dream Mr. Freud is probably patting himself on the back somewhere.

[Exasperation. Way to familiar and comfortable a feeling where he's concerned to be a dream.] Well when you're half-dressed or, or not every other time I see you it's sort of hard not to make it a.. a focal-- where are you going, Creegan.

[Over his shoulder,] I’m investigating! It’s what I do.

Okay. Fine. Not a hallucination--I'll take your word on that. [She rubs her face.] If this is how Cyril feels every time he wakes up... [She shakes her head and stares out at the plane. And the... 1930s theater, forest, and coliseum that fall one by one into her field of vision.] Remind me to buy him a coffee or something next time I see him.

[[MAJOR THREADHOPPING WILL HAPPEN, LOLS. Branca will be on Creegan's ass the minute they start meeting people. JUST A WARNING.]]

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[Quietly, to Branca, though he's making no effort to go unheard,] Branca, I think he's flirting with us.

[To Jack,] Hi. Agent Creegan. [Flips his badge and almost drops it.] Hi. Nice to meet you. So what can you tell me about this place?

[Jack obviously heard him, but simply continues to smile]

Jack Harkness, pleasure to meet you. This [he gestures around him] is the Plane. 'A place outside of time that connects all realities' just about sums it up.

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[A headtilt and a very contemplative stare.]

Do you know Cyril, by any chance?

Sorry, first time I've heard the name.

And I'm guessing "a place outside of time that connects all realities" isn't some kind of slang that means "really big planetarium" or "dude, wicked acid trip"?

Even drugged I doubt anyone's subconcious is this twisted and detailed.

[Smiles.] Good point.

Now I'm just wondering if drugged is better or worse than having a hole shot through everything I understand about how the world works. Not that I understand that much, but still.

Personaly I'd lean towards the former, considering that being drugged generally consists of actual taking some form of a chemical, and caffeine tends to come short of causing mass hallucinations.

Well, that Scotch did taste a bit funny, so...

Alright, well, assuming for the moment that all of this is real--how and why exactly did we end up here?

Fuzzy on the 'how', but the currently accepted 'why' is that all this is some giant experiment set up by The Twins you saw, and we're just the lucky lab rats.

An experiment. Okay. What kind of experiment?

I assume it's something involving each of our realities.

Each of...okay, so, what, everyone here is from a different one?

For the most part. You tend to have people that share the same realities, like I assume you two do, but most of us are from different places and realities, even different places in the time line.

...You know, I gotta tell you Jack, can I call you Jack? this is all really hard to believe.

[shrugs] You get used to it. And this place does have it's perks, you know.

Has someone showed you how to go home yet?

Perks, huh? What kind of perks?

Ah, yeah. Just think about it, right? Seems almost too easy.

Did you notice that when you went back, no time had actually passed by in your reality?

...Yeah, I did.

Huh. How about that.

You could spend eternity here, and a single second wouldn't pass in your reality.

[Wide grin at this idea.]

What about other people? Can other people come here?

From your reality? The pattern seems to be, more often than not, one person per reality. But there are exceptions, like you and Susan.

[Disappointed look.] Oh.

Ah well.

Wete you hoping for someone?

Well, it would be nice if I could bring the girls here. They'd love this.

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