Fit the First

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Walking, clearly distracted and mumbling to himself. He doesn't seem to notice much of what's around him, and what he does take in seems oddly expected.]

Doors, doors, there're too many doors in this place! First forests I didn't plant, then monkeys I never commissioned to write Hamlet -- I wanted Winter's Tale, damnit, there's that great bit about the bear -- , and then cats trying to trap me in boxes, it's all a bit much, I think. [He looks around, perhaps just realising that this wasn't where he was headed.] Now what is this place. I'm fairly sure I didn't have any of this in the TARDIS before. That's very strange. Usually the cat has answers, but it seems like the curiosity got the better of him. Or I hope so. Unpleasant thing. But there's no voice here either. No voice, no cat. Nothing to guide my way, what, where or when ever that way is. How odd. No, I'm definitely sure this isn't anywhere in my TARDIS.

[Loudly] Hello? Is anyone here? I'm mad. And I need to find a way. Doesn't particularly matter which way, just a way would be fine.

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[ghostlighter]

A way... to where?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Anywhere! Doesn't particularly matter as long as I reach somewhere. Preferably the console room.

[ghostlighter]

Console room? [... glances around.] No console room here. I think you need to go back to your own reality for that.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

I'm in my own reality. I think. I'm not sure. I was trying to find a way to get out of my TARDIS, find a way to... Ch-... Charley, was her name. I've lost her.

[ghostlighter]

Actually, you're not in your own reality. Wherever you were, that... TARDIS? This isn't it. [Slight frown at the last part.] I haven't heard of a Charley here, but I haven't really been here very long, either.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

Here... Here... in my TARDIS? I-I-I'm really not following.

[ghostlighter]

This isn't your 'TARDIS'. This is the Astral Plane.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[D:<] No it isn't. It's my TARDIS.

[ghostlighter]

[Fffft!] Does your TARDIS usually have a field of stars in it?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

No, but it doesn't usually have a forest in it either, but there was one!

[ghostlighter]

... Okay. But this isn't the same place, I'm telling you.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[|<] Yes it is.

[ghostlighter]

It isn't! Just... think about going back to wherever you were before. Try it.

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[Pause. Shrug. Hey, I mean, what could possibly go wrong. Eyes closed means he's doing this properly.]

... I don't remember where I was last. [Disappears and reappears with every facet of the expression 'WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED.' He's also holding an arrow.]

... Let's not try that again.

[ghostlighter]

[... whoa. Chris blinks for a minute at the arrow.] Was someone shooting at you?

[perfect-shoes.livejournal.com]

[At least it's not in him.]

Huns. They're never happy to see me. Even when they're in my own TARDIS. That's ungrateful, don't you think? My TARDIS and they shoot arrows at me.

[ghostlighter]

[Very good point, indeed.]

... Alright, let's back up for a minute. Your TARDIS is...?