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[twatular.livejournal.com]

[This'd be Owen's first time in today, so he has no idea what's going on with all these weird swaps. He doesn't feel different, anyway - though he may look just the tiniest bit different in hairstyle and dress - though if one were to get a more intimate look they might notice the distinct lack of his scars and/or old bullet wounds.

In fact, the biggest difference, at the moment, isn't in appearance at all. Get him to talk, though, and you'll notice.

He's currently staring at the... article in his hand? About an Edward Vanderman? What? Wasn't this just a case file?]

((ooc: Clip here. What an adorable movie. :D I'm off to bed - tags after my honking enormous five-hour English exam tomorrow, oh god.))

Comments

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Have a curious Brigitta] What are you reading?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[looks up - well helllo - and sounding rather American:] Obviously not what I thought I was read -- [holy shit]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Nurse!Brigitta to the rescue... By which she is giving him a curious look] Does that happen to you a lot?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Doesn't tend to, no. [asldjfsdl this is so weird]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Well, isn't that lovely [/Snark]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Yeah, bloody fantastic. This happen often, your person getting messed with?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Once or twice, never here though.

[Thinking] I'm guessing...?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha has a present for you, Owen! She hovers near the edge of his personal space]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[maybe she won't notice! >_>] You following me now, Martha?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[yeah, that's likely] Uh...what the hell happened to your voice?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Honestly? ... I have no fucking idea. [... folds paper] You know more about this place than I do.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[shrug] Never heard of someone...randomly becoming American before. [amused smile]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Something new, then. [kinda runs a hand down the front of his shirt absently; things feel a bit different D:] You were - [hold on, idea] I'll be right back. [drops! and... returns a moment later, not looking or sounding any different, and he goes 'wtf' like one might at a computer with a stupid glitch] ... Right. [:|] Anyway, you were saying?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[she takes a mobile out of her jacket pocket and hands it to him] You know Sam Tyler? Looks like the Master, bit more seventies, has a northern accent?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[riiiiight, that guy] Met him once. [takes the phone, looks at it] Why?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[glancing around to make sure they're alooooone] He and his boss, Gene, are planning to do...something with the Masters, I'm not sure what, but it's dangerous. He wanted to recruit some more doctors, and I told him that you were trustworthy. [half-smile]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[aloooone with Martha Joooones... d'aw, he smirks at that] Brilliant. [in a 'hooray, cause I know nothing about' kind of way] Mind filling me in on these Master blokes? Jack's got this annoying little habit of withholding information, especially when it comes to our favourite Prime Minister.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[fidgeting a little; it isn't her favourite topic] Well, there's the Doctor, right? Jack's Doctor. He's a Time Lord - basically, an alien bloke with two hearts who travels through time and space. The Master is the only other Time Lord left, 'cept he died in most universes, thank God. [she runs a hand through her hair] I...don't know much of anything about the world you come from, but I do know that he took over for a year - you don't remember it 'cos the paradox was broken and the year was reversed, right before Lucy shot him.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[listens, looking at her]

... And now he's hanging about here, which is why... whatsisface, Sam went off like that, yeah?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Well, you know, I expect he's used to people from our world popping up and wanting to shoot him 'cos of how he looks. [like Martha!]