[002] stars shining bright above you

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Because the mun is really very slow about these things and apologizes for it -- a Doctor is sprawled out on the Plane (because the "a" is a necessary article, given that there are, in fact, several Doctors that could exist here at any given moment). His head is pillowed by his hands, and the pull on his sleeves reveals the barest hint of bruising on his wrists, hidden beneath the fabric. On his lower lip and on his right brow are scabbed-over cuts, and on his left cheek is a lovely, vivid sort of bruise.

At the moment it would seem that he has no inclination to move from his spot on the lovely Plane floor, though what he's doing just lying there is anyone's best guess--]

Ah, there's Eta Canis Majoris.

[-- . . . Right. Nevermind that last narration. He seems to be doing a bit of star gazing -- and surprisingly, despite the fact that he's obviously been in a bit of a scuffle, he looks relatively serene. Relatively. By which we mean he doesn't look entirely angry. Much.]

Comments

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

No, we just... [Headtillllt.] Ehhh... It's hard to explain. We gain suits, and they help us fight.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . So special outfits? That's not it, is it? You at least get to wield a big stick or something, yeah?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

We have weapons, yeah. We get stronger in them, too.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[a bit impressed] Well! That sounds exciting.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

You think so?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. Not often you hear about someone fighting evil with magical belts and trains.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Smiles a little.] That's true...

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Why, you don't think so?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I do. But it's... normal to me now, I guess.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[nodding] That makes sense. I suppose you sort of adapt to these sorts of things.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Like people get used to the Plane.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Which, well, I happen to think is odd. Although I reckon some people can get used to the idea of oddness, at the very least.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Nods.] Being here isn't so much different than being in the desert... so I guess it was easy for me.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah? I can't really imagine how those could be similar.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Well... not everyone can get here, and people wouldn't really believe you if you told them about it. [shrugs a little]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Ah, that's a comparison I didn't think to draw. I suppose I was stuck on the idea that the Plane hasn't got a train running through it.

Yet, anyway. I reckon someone could bring one.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I've brought ZeroLiner here a few times.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Blimey, have you? How big is it?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Well, they were both accidents, but... Um, it's got two cars. Not too big.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, that's less than I was imagining. And here I was thinking it was a proper sort of passenger train.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

No... but DenLiner is.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. Are the two separate from one another, then?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Separate?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Are the cars separate, I meant? Or do they just sort of-- just have different names for different sections?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Ah... No. DenLiner is Den-O's train. All of the cars are named the same thing.