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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))

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[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.]

[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]

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

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Wut, goes Owen.]

How do you know them?

[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.

[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!

[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.

[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]

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.

[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]

... Right, of course.

[Watch as the Owen tries to gain back his groove] Owen. Doctor Owen Harper.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[heh] And who're you?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[And that throws him for a loop.]

'Scuse me? Will it?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

All caught up in this delusion together, are we?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, my name is Diva.

{She curtsies politely} It's nice to meet you, sir.

[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.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Goodness, more doctors. Just poppin' out of the woodwork, these days. Wonder if that's a sign of something.

Well, it's certainly nice to meet you, Dr. Harper. And don't worry about leaving, you can get out whenever you want, you just sort of... step out. You'll figure it out soon, I'm sure. Doctors tend to be intelligent people, in my extensive experience.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

It will.

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

[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?

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

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

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[she smirks a bit more at that] Earlier timeline, then? Oh, dear, I hope I haven't caused a paradox.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

No exception here. [shifts the papers a bit] So what's the point of a place like this, anyway, Dorothy?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

... Right. You too.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

... Right. So in theory I can just pop back and pretend this never happened, yeah?

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, then this would be the point where you offer your name.