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[twatular.livejournal.com]

[When Owen arrives on the Plane, he seems to have been mid-coffee, bunch of papers - medical printoffs or something - in hand. Understandably, he nearly chokes on the coffee, looking around.]

Fuck -- what now? Tosh? Ianto! Gwen, Jack! Bit of a problem... [annoyed and somewhat panicked sigh] Hello?

[Eventually he stops pacing around, finding no exit in sight, opting to stand still -- maybe they're already working on getting him out of... wherever the bloody hell he is. This would be about where he starts muttering under his breath, shifting somewhat uncomfortably, stuffing the papers under the coffee arm:] Bloody typical. 'Go get those papers sorted, Owen; we know you're busy and all, but we really need you down to get those completely irrelevant printoffs'... [he closes his eyes] You lot had better be working on getting me back. Tosh, work that Rift-tracking brilliance of yours. 'Cos if I'm stuck hanging about, breathing in outer space 'til the Earth explodes, I... shit.

All right, patience is up. Get me the fuck out of here, you lot!

((ooc: Replies will be spotty for now. I have a production log due tomorrow. :C))

Comments

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

You don't have to worry, it's not really space. Honestly, since when did space ever have a floor?

[She rolls her eyes, as if this should be obvious.]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[-- whoa. Also, he makes a face along the lines of this: :|] Nothing surprises me anymore. Where the hell am I?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

It's called "The Plane"-- real descriptive, I know. Some kind of cross-dimensional space that's apparently inside a machine. Nobody really knows much about it, but I'm sure there's folks that know much more about it than me.

There's some dangerous people around, but for the most part, everybody here's friendly as pie. So I'd relax, if I were you, before you worked yourself up into a fit. I'm Dorothy, what's your name?

[madamemoiselle]

{Have a girl in fancy Victorian-era clothing}

Oh, another person that knows Jack and Ianto? Ne, what a surprise~ You're a bit louder, though.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Wut, goes Owen.]

How do you know them?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, they've both come here for a while now. I know Jack pretty well, but Ianto got jealous, so he doesn't like me at all.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Reinette stops several steps from him, studying his reaction with a smile]

However entertaining such colorful language might be, it is not required for you to return to your home. You merely have to will it.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[And that throws him for a loop.]

'Scuse me? Will it?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

It will.

[wearing an amused smile she demonstrates, dropping from the Plane only to return to it, a moment later]

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[brb squeeing. or, well, not quite, since the whole Tommy thing was just the other day, and she's still secretly emoing over that.]

Owen!

[twatular.livejournal.com]

All caught up in this delusion together, are we?

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[nod] You, me, and Ianto, at any rate. And Jack, but he's...a different Jack.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha's taken aback for a moment, since the Owen she knows is dead and disintegrated - but if Tosh is lurking around alive and well, then she figures that Owen can be, too. So she smirks at him instead.]

Doctor Harper. We meet again.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow, smirks -- because poor Owen, he hasn't met the Martha yet. :C]

Do we? Think I'd remember you, luv.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[You would think that Jack would have gotten used to this from when Tosh showed up.

But this is Owen. And he's alive and human and drinking coffee and complaining about stupid paperwork. So all Jack can do is stare]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[When Owen catches sight of him, he stares back a moment before realizing exactly what sort of expression Jack has. It's unnerving, and Owen thinks he almost recognizes that look from past experience, which is even more unnerving. So he narrows his eyes.]

Something on my face, Captain?

[didorothy]

That really doesn't work.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[He knows that --

What.]

You.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

If you were actually using that brain, you'd be out already.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Ah, you must be the welcome wagon they mentioned.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...Owen, your timing. Sorry, but you are getting kitty.

Ianto looks up from grooming himself, and mrrs at him unhappily.]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Have a very clearly expressed 'what the fuck', kitty!Ianto.]

Ianto?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[HIIIIIIIII- I mean here's a Donna, rolling her eyes.]

Oi, enough with the shouting, it isn't going to get you anywhere. Especially not with this lot.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

I've figured that out, thanks, luv.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Is you being in outer space likely to make the earth explode?