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[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[There's a distinctly irritated looking Astrid pacing on the Plane. Her hands are gesturing like she's practicing a script, mouthing and quietly muttering the words over and over as she gets them right. Occasionally she shakes her head at the word choices, seems to backtrack and remouths them differently, hands firmly assisting with the annoyed dramatic effect, emphasising her rehearsed points.

She's not in her work clothes this time, she's wearing jeans and a pair of battered looking sheepskin boots, which make her seem even shorter. Given the clearly determined set of her jaw and the sharpness of her eyebrow, she's no pint-sized blonde to be messed with though. If looks could kill, you'd be a goner.

Approach with caution, particularly if you resemble the Tenth Doctor, Astrid's been doing some thinking...]

Screw you parallel universes, I don't give a damn. A year... a whole year, for what? 'Oh hey, you're alive, nice to see you Astrid' and that's it.

[apparently you pick up some choice language after a year on Earth. o_O]

Comments

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Well, that sounds lovely.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

It's not, very. Not at all.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[did someone say Tenth Doctor? He's in the middle of a few crises-es, but he can certainly show up to be abused a bit!]

Astrid?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Who is this guy?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[Oh good, because she has it by the bucket load after recovering from the initial indifferent rejection]

Well at least you remember my name. It's a start.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

The Doctor. [she states cynically]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Oh... He left you behind?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You are upset. Why?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

How long have you got?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

My lifespan extends beyond anything you might possibly need to tell me. Time is immaterial when speaking to humans and other lesser species.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Well yes, but that's not the problem. It couldn't be helped. But now, well now's a different story, at least it should be.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Okay, well don't say I didn't warn you.

Vot, I don't even know where to start... [exasperated hand gesturing]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I beg your pardon?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Somehow I doubt that. Don't worry about me Doctor, I'm just fine. Really. being stuck on Earth in a job that pays peanuts is wonderful. I'm having a ball. But I'm glad you like my hair.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[one stab wound and a still-healing broken nose later, the Master isn't feel all too kind towards Doctors either]

Parallel universes are all idiocy anyway. You can dump your ex off in one or she can abandon you by running to it, but that's about all they're worth. Otherwise, they're just trouble.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[waits quietly, just staring at her]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

He's... Still trying to leave you behind?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[upset wound up ranting Astrid isn't being too observant, initially anyway.]

I wish they didn't exist in the first place. You know I thought, thought for a stupid moment that it wouldn't matter, I mean I'm still the same person, he's still the same person. I died in theirs, and I've lost him in mine. And all they can think of to say is 'go see Australia' and 'Ooh your hair looks nice'...

[a pause for consideration as she actually looks at him] Are you okay?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

People are idiots about doubles and parallel universes. It's all about the point of deviation. No matter how great or small the alteration may be, it's the same individual - variations on a theme, to borrow from musical endeavours.

[he frowns, which actually makes his nose hurt, and he touches it with no small amount of irritation]

I got into an argument with a man of medicine, and he happened to break the only thing of mine that doesn't heal in three days.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Right, well, it's complicated. I accidentally got stranded on Earth, and I'm not from there, and I've been there for over a year now, on my own. Struggling to make ends meet, living through hell, trying to find the Doctor. So when I got here, it was amazing. I mean I found him, more than one of him, in fact. But nothing's changed, I don't know, it feels like 'Oh not my universe, not my problem'. Does he have any idea how much that hurts?

[no she didn't pause for breath, just be grateful it was the abridged version]

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

It's not his universe apparently. Why does that make a difference?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Cue eyebrow arch.] Parallel universes can be rather tricky.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

It's basically like saying "it's not my problem" I suppose.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it [stud]. He offered to let me travel with him. Okay, I'm not entirely sure he did that in his universe, but I pretty much think he did, as everything else seems to be the same up until a point. I just don't get why he wouldn't...

[Ughh! Hand flail exasperation] I'm waiting on votdamned tables and don't even officially exist so they can get away with paying me next to nothing, not exactly having the time of my life.

[Curious head tilt] Man of medicine?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

It's funny, I must have been a fool to think I actually knew him. Clearly I know nothing.