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[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

[Turlough arrives on the plane sans jacket and suddenly looking very startled. Of course, unusual things are commonplace when you travel with the Doctor, so he's not looking quite as worried as he probably should -- he's more irritated, actually. He pauses for a moment, then does a a complete circle, looking for someone -- or something -- even remotely familiar.]

Oh, hell. I swear, if we've bloody stepped sideways in time again, you and I, Doctor, are going to have words. I thought we were supposed to be going somewhere warm -- you know, without refugees or volcanoes or murderous natives?

[looking around the Plane with a frown]

Doctor? Peri?

...Brilliant. This doesn't look like a room in the TARDIS, and we certainly haven't landed anywhere.

[He pauses for a long moment, suddenly aware that this could be the Black Guardian's doing -- the White Guardian had said he'd be back, and angry over his previous defeat. If he'd been strong enough to contact him before, then he could be strong enough to pull something like this. Or perhaps he was unconscious again... ]

Right, if the Black Guardian's doing this, you can go ahead and sod off. You won't be getting my help, and you won't be getting the Doctor. You've lost.

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[madamemoiselle]

{Oh hey, you look like one of the TARDIS's many faces!

Wonderful.}

Ah~ That's a familiar face, but I doubt that you're the TARDIS.

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

[A person! Turlough will be giving you a very confused look.]

I'm not -- er, how do you know about the TARDIS?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, the TARDIS and I don't really get along, I'm afraid.

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

[This must be what going crazy feels like.] Really. And why is that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, if it isn't Vislor Turlough! Aren't those clothes a bit loose for you?

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

[Have a glare, Master -- he hates being called Vislor.] How do you know my name?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm psychic. You don't recognise me, do you? Ooh, but that wounds. I'm sure you'll remember me, soon enough.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

You know the Doctor?

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

I travel with him. I take it he's around here somewhere? [pauses and looks around] Wherever here is?

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

There are quite a few of him around here, actually. I'm sure you'll run into one of them soon enough.

And this is the Astral Plane. It acts as a sort of nexus between realities. If you want to go back to your own all you have to do is think about it. [He says all this as if it should be obvious. You'd never have guessed that just a few short months ago he was just as clueless as Turlough.]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha, still in a dress straight out of the 1850s, gives Turlough an amused look] He always says that, but it never quite turns out that way, does it?

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

You'd think that with a time machine it wouldn't be so hard to find somewhere nice that isn't Earth.

[pauses]

So how do you know him? Another companion, I assume?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Oi, I rather like Earth, thanks! [but it's said in a good-natured tone]

Yeah, I'm with the, um, tenth, I think? [shrug] Tall skinny bloke, wears a suit, spiky brown hair. You'll meet him soon enough, there's three of him 'round. And the one before him, the Northerner with the leather jacket, and the blond one with the celery, all in black.

((ooc: disclaimer: Mun does not actually know if the Five here has celery. *cough*))

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

...You know the box?

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

If by 'box', you mean the TARDIS, then yes.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

How do you know her?

[lamb_of_gold]

If it's the Doctor you're looking for, you'll need to be more specific. Several here carry that name.

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

Er, my Doctor, the one in the beige cricketer's uniform. I don't think he's here, actually...

[lamb_of_gold]

I cannot say I've met one with such an attire, unfortunately.

Welcome to the Astral Plane.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen at the sight, because his Turlough knows nothing of the Plane; as he listens, he realises this one must be from the future, or some other universe

it doesn't stop him from approaching with a smile, one that looks entirely sincere and is, in fact, about as close as he becomes]

Turlough. It's all right, the Guardians have nothing to do with this.

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

[Turlough looks startled, not in the least by what the Doctor is wearing.]

Doctor? Er, when did you start wearing black?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[different universe, then, and the Doctor sighs] Always have. Alternate universe. [and then he's smiling again] I do, at least, retain some forms of taste.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[hi Turlough! someone is happy to see you]

Turlough? Ah, it has been too long.

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

[turns, looking a bit confused]

Er, sorry, but have we met?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Nor for some time, no. It has been centuries since I last saw you.