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[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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Your accent...

[Alistair was inwardly confused, but his stoic demeanor didn't let the emotion show. His accent? What about it? Perhaps it was only now that Ryotarou had noticed it, though it left him wondering why he had only chosen to point it out now. They had spoken before, after all. Not to mention, a Montana accent couldn't have been that odd, not now.]

What about it?

[He was getting on alert. First there was the strange, disembodied voice narrating his actions and internal monolog, and now his accent was being questioned. Things were getting suspicious; he didn't like it at all. Something was most definately not as it should have been.]

Well, it's... it doesn't sound like it used to.

No, I'm certain it sounds as it always has.

... if you say so.

[He didn't believe the young man's response, but he kept it to himself. He could have pried, but he chose, instead, to take a slightly more conservative route. Alistair would figure things out through observation, in a way. Wait for something to be said to him that he could work with. ...Or he could always ask questions. But not now.]

[he pauses for a moment, and then frowns]

Ah. This might seem a bit odd, but... can you hear anyone else speaking from time to time?

[Poor Alistair, plagued by disembodied voices. He was beginning to wonder if he had really snapped and possibly taken Donna with him. After all, sane men didn't hear strange voices. Especially ones that talked on and on. It was, to say the least, worrying.]

Um... [No one besides Deneb, which isn't all that unusual, so.] No...? Can you?

[He really has snapped.]

Well... I'm probably just overworked.

[Yes, that had to be the case. Overstressed. Overworked. He was fine; this would just go away if he took a day or two off. Let his mind settle. That would fix everything, he told himself.]

You're overworked... so you've started to hear voices?

...Yes.

Then... maybe you should take a vacation?

I think I might.

[But he won't, and he knew it. No matter how much he might've entertained the thought of time off, he couldn't. He had a job to do.]

Good, then.