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[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier and Donna enter the Plane together as they sometimes do, but there is something off; the Brigadier isn't in uniform. In fact, he's dressed in clothes from the 2000s. Donna has a gun with her (and for good reason)]

...Something's up.

[ENTER our heroes, Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart (...my that's a mouthful) and Donna Noble! One is a firefighter, and one is a cop, and both of them are about to experience some fiery trouble in the mountains of Montana... or was it California? California has trees, doesn't it? Oh well, it's Montana for now.]

Now you wait one minute! We aren't in- [Donna's accent suddenly becomes American!] I guess we are.

[Alistair similarly has an American accent!] Hmm, Donna? Something wrong?

I could have sworn we were somewhere else.

No, no, we've been in Montana for as long as I can recall.

You're sure?

Entirely.

[Little do they know, when they return to their realities, they'll be facing off against a blaze even Alistair might not be able to tame!]

...Though that is a little disturbing.


((OOC: Blue is Brig, red is Donna, and bold is the narration only Brig and Donna can hear.))

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Listens to their conversation. He stares at the two of them in confusion]

Since when have two been American, and living in .... Montana?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[sadly, the Brigadier has been made to conform to movie logic. so continue to have American accented Brig] At least... ten years? Not sure about Donna, though she seems to be a bit confused about things.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy continues to be confused by American Brig in decidedly un-Brig like attire.] She's not the only one.

[He said, stating the obvious.]

[turns around in a circle, until he's facing the Brig again] Did you hear that?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Hear what?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Looks around himself for another second, then shakes his head] I suppose it was nothing.

[Despite his words, he still couldn't help but feel that someone or something was - ]

[Jumps at the voice, interrupting it mid-narration] That! Did you hear that?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[... o__o;]

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he tilts his head to the side] What?


[Alistair wasn't good at starting conversations- even with all his years of hanging out with the other guys he worked with, he still wasn't the most social. One couldn't blame him for his lack of ability to initiate a conversation with Ryotarou with a sentence comprised of more than one word that was only one syllable. Well, they COULD, but it was unlikely that they would. Alistair was certain of this... well, not really. His mind was elsewhere: on the fires that had become increasingly common over the past few months...]

...I think I'm... [he glances around for a moment, because really, that narration is a bit disturbing] Nevermind.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... Are you alright?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

...Yes? [he doesn't sound entirely sure]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Your accent...

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

....nice accent.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Just now noticed, Jack?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I'm noticing a little more than the accent.....

What happened to your uniform?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Off duty.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[........ok what] Since when are you ever offduty Brigadier?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Ace cop Donna Noble knew there was something very wrong. It was her cop instinct]

There's something really wrong, you know. That thing, whatever it is, it's trouble. I know these things. Cop instinct.

[She felt deja vu but chooses to ignore it.]

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[While he didn't have 'cop instinct', Alistair did have a knack for hunches. Check that room instead of that one, turn that way instead of that. Just a sense, an ability to know danger- something built up over years of combat...ting fires. Of heat, of collapsing buildings, of flames. His hunch was probably right with Donna's.]

[he nods] It just doesn't feel ...as it should, am I right?

[He hazards a guess. Little does he know Donna is his love interest, but once the plot starts kicking in, they will go from friends to disinterested strangers to randomly falling all over each other, as dictated by movie logic. But pay you no mind to those sentences, they mean absolutely nothing and are irrelevent and easily forgotten. Instead, focus on this: Alistair seeming oddly thoughtful as he attempts to pinpoint what, exactly, is amiss. Other than, you know, they're standing out in space.]

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

No, it doesn't. I suppose things crashing down from space do that.

[Donna tries to use all of her recently acquired. These would usually be her 'temp skills' but instead she learned them on the force. The American force. No DCIs and DIs for her.]

And then we're standing on space discussing space. Sort of crazy, isn't it?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[Alistair's first reaction was to want to say 'yes, they do', but before he could say it, he stopped. He had no experience in things from space, outside of the Plane. There was no UNIT. There were no aliens. He was not a soldier.]

Yes, well, you'd think whatever it was would get burned up in the atmosphere.

[Because things were supposed to do that, after all. Friction and things.]

[Alistair folds his arms behind his back and looks around]

Quite right on that. But then again, we are a bit used to it.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, Brigadier, but the accent doesn't suit you in the least.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[what is it with everyone and mentioning his accent?]

I have no idea what you're talking about, Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[because it's WRONG

sigh] Of course you don't.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

You're the fourth person to bring it up.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[....wut.] Donna-san...?

[elementsapphire.livejournal.com]

[smiles] Alistair?