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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Well...this is odd, indeed. It would appear I've been caught within a temporal loop of some kind, though I cannot find a source. Nor was there any such phenomenon on the planet we'd landed on. I see no possible way for this place to exist, let alone with me inside it. It warrants further investigation.

[disappears off the Astral Plane easily, returning shortly thereafter]

Strange. The Doctor is unable to view this anomaly with me. Nor can Charlotte. It is as though it does not exist outside my own perceptions, but that is impossible. Isn't it?

[makes a face]

Oh, bugger all.

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowns and stares for a moment, trying to place the aura 'Turlough' is giving off]

...You're not Turlough.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[stares back at him, frowning faintly at his 'Doctor-ness']

You know of him? But no. No, I am not. This is merely a projection of his physical form. You...you feel strangely familiar, but twisted. [frown deepens] I should know you.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Turlough used to travel with me. [stares for a moment, then blinks] Are you...- [cuts himself off and takes a different course of action!] I'm the Doctor.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Travelled with you? But he only ever travelled with myself and the Doctor -- [and there we go, it clicks. smart!TARDIS is smart] ...Doctor?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Yes, it's me. You're...TARDIS?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she may or may not have squeed fangirlishly, but if she did, she'll deny it. here, have a Grey Lady, Doctor] I am! But...how are you here, and in that body? It is not one I recognise.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins and laughs] Brilliant! This hasn't happened since my...eighth. And, well. This is my...tenth body. Dunno how I'm here but this proves my theory, I think.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I am with your Eighth now, Doctor. We've been travelling the divergent universe together with his...woman...Charlotte. But you're to your Tenth all ready? A pity, that. Do tell me of your theory, though?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Ahh, that makes sense. You seemed more fond of this back then. [sort of bemused smile, 'cause he's all happy and thus isn't mad at the little jab] Still not a fan of Charley, eh? I told her to stop leaving her pants around, you know. But! Yes, tenth. For a few years now, actually. But my theory is that this spot is a dimensional nexus point.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[Watches the young man complain]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[watches the young man watch her complain]

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[wtf, Minato is great at starting these staring contests.]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she's a ship, she's perfected the art of sitting around watching other people. it's about all she can do, really]

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[Well seeing as Minato was in two staring contests the last time he threaded, and I kind of want to DO STUFF WITH HIM, I will force him to use words.]

Hello.

[There :|]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[poor Minato, being forced into labour. SLAVE DRIVER]

I had thought for a moment you were mute.

[/facepalm]

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

I'm not.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

That's fairly obvious, now.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he tilts his head slightly, peering at the boy who isn't a boy through narrowed eyes]

You're different.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[stares back, though not unkindly] As are you, Doctor. You never wore black before.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I've been getting that quite a bit lately. It's a shame, really, I think it looks quite nice on me.

[finally, he relaxes, a curious, awed smile on his lips]

You must be, mustn't you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I cannot say it isn't becoming, Doctor, for what it's worth.

[smiles back]

I haven't seen this form of yours in quite some time. Your Eighth is piloting me now.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Thank you. You, of course, are beautiful as always - if not in a way I'm accustomed to.

[the smile widens]

Really now? I hope it's been a good few centuries, then.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It's not something I do often, though your Eighth does seem fond of the ability. It's been easier, in the divergent universe. I thank you, though, for the compliment, Doctor.

[laughs lightly]

It has indeed. Though I would not have minded a few more, between yourself and him. Each regeneration only brings you closer to death, and that is not a moment I relish.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Not at all. Though I do wonder how we ended up in a divergent universe, I have quite enough on my hands in this one.

[the smile fades, sharpens into a smirk]

You do know how to bring up one's spirits, old girl.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It was another of Rassilon's plots, of course, brought about by an exploding Time-Station carrying Anti-Time. You and I were infected, after it was destroyed within me, and rather than possibly expose the whole of our universe to the infection, you chose self-exile within the divergent universe. Charming place, really, filled with the species Rassilon feared would one day overthrow the Time Lords.

[shrugs, still smiling faintly]

It's a talent, Doctor. I have oh so many of them.