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[ghostlighter]

[The Griever suddenly appears on the Plane — but he's not alone. Pinning him to the invisible floor is a humongous, see-through purple and blue dragon (with a golden amulet tied around its neck). Its voice is loud and booming.]

NO HURT.

I-I get it! You can— get off now! [The Griever struggles under the heavy claws for a moment, while the dragon pulls back, intent to breathe fire and end him once and for all.]

Comments

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm not. Like I said; you might be considered a ghost in your reality, but not in mine.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What are ghosts like in yours, signore? [Sh...she's going to sit down now. @-@]

[ghostlighter]

So... let me get this straight. You're willing to believe the amulet turned her into a dragon. You're fine with being in some sort of reality crossroads that is really all kinds of wrong if you think about it. But you're not willing to concede that if I'm a ghost where I come from, I might just be a ghost here, too? [Giving Ianto his best 'Are you an idiot?' look.]

... Henrietta, you okay?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I like to go by my realities rules wherever possible.

She already said she was fine; just a little dizzy. [To Henrietta.] They're just memories. Echoes of the past merging with the future, or visa versa.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Frown] But what about everyone else?

[Keeps frowning, though it's thoughtful rather than irritated.]

[ghostlighter]

If you hadn't noticed, this isn't 'wherever possible'. I am what I am — you can't say I'm something else just because that's not how it works for you.