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[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[Astrid appears on the Plane in her pyjamas and barefoot. Well technically they're not pyjamas, it's just a pink Care Bear t-shirt (shut up okay it depicts a care bear stare - and she thought it was a bit like that trick Bannakaffalatta pulled, it has NOTHING to do with the fact she thinks Care Bears are adorable) and boxer shorts. Pyjama descriptions aside though, she's clearly not long out of bed, her hair's in a very scruffy ponytail and she has toast and peanut butter in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

It's been a while since she was here, probably too embarrassed after the way she dropped when she was talking to the Doctor, and then she was a fairy, which was a bit disconcerting. But she's told herself it's because she's been too busy, even though time doesn't pass when you're here, but that's a technicality and doesn't need thinking about too much, because that would add a flaw to her logic.

Anyway, she looks a bit anxious, and there's a very good reason for her being here.]

I need some help, can anyone get me forged paperwork?

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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Ooh forged paperwork, Brigitta will be looking rather interested] What sort? Passport? Birth certificate?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[if Astrid didn't have her hands full, she'd be running her hands through her hair, but peanut butter in your hair - no thank you]

I'm not sure, both? I need to prove I'm human and from Earth.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I think the birth certificate is probably the most vital thing then.

[Frown] I... I have friends who could probably get them, it might take a while though.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Right, I think I might need a work visa aswell? I know a couple of the girls at work have got those because they're not British.

[looks back to where she appeared nervously] They're kind of at my door now. I came back inside to get dressed, 'least that's what I told them. I guess I could stay here though.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Well, that might be good, though a passport and a birth certificate are probably the most necessary.

[Eyes widen] Ah, I'll have to see if we can find somebody quickly... What's your last name?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Peth. Astrid Peth, and I've already told people I'm from the outback in Australia, so I need to stick to that really.

But oh my Vot Brigitta, if you could help, that would be amazing. I haven't got much though, by means of paying you. But if I could pay it off over time... [cringes a little] And I understand if you can't, I mean you barely know me.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Nod] Right, I should be able to do that.

[Smile] No worries, I've been in a similar situation myself, you'll just have to owe me a favour... Wait here, I'll try not to be too long.

[Drops off the plane... Aaaand returns about an hour later, carrying several bits of paper and hoping that Astrid is still in the general area]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Forged paperwork? Are you in trouble, Astrid?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Not yet. But it's dangerously close. I knew I shouldn't have told anyone, you think you know someone... [she sighs]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Has someone found out what you are? [She remembers what the Master told her about Torchwood, and steps forward quickly. Forging paperwork isn't her area of expertise, but she's clearly eager to help in whatever way she can.]

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

I was stupid, we stayed after work late last night and had a few drinks and I might have said something to one person who I thought I could trust. Then first thing this morning, there are military police at the door. I just skipped out and came here. Hence the... [looks down at herself and her stupid PJ's and laughs awkwardly]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Oh no!

You'll have to stay here until we can think of something. I'm sure my grandfather can help. Or the Master.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

That's what I was hoping, but Brigitta said she might be able to help too. She dropped from the Plane to see what she could do. They'll take me away, I know they will, they're so paranoid after recent events, they think we're all hostile, and oh my vot, how stupid can I have been? I've been so careful too. It has to have been Emma, I thought she'd understand...

[breathes...]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Is she going to find the papers you need?

I have connections with UNIT, I could always ... oh, I don't know. I'm not sure what sort of things you'd need. A passport, I suppose?

[Jumping from planet to planet (and time period to time period) has it's disadvantages. Susan genuinely doesn't know what Astrid might need.]

OOC: The name of the traitor makes me sad :(

[mercwamouth]

Depends. Whatcha paying?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Sadly, not an awful lot. Besides, I kind of need it like yesterday, unless you'd take toast and peanut butter as payment? [she offers the toast jokingly.]

[mercwamouth]

Wheat or white?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

White! Peanut butter doesn't work on anything else.

[mercwamouth]

You got jelly?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Jelly? On toast? Are you for real? [cue look of 'ewww!', she's only been on Earth just over a year, and in England, where jelly is a very different thing.]

That sounds disgusting, besides, doesn't it fall off?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Have a little green snake...who speaks the Queen's English.]

Under ordinary circumstances, no problem. At present...possibly. What did you need?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Oh hello! [momentary shock for the talking snake, but after being turned into a fairy, there's not much about the Plane could surprise her anymore.]

I'm not entirely sure what they'll want, I need to prove I'm human, which biologically I am, but not technically... If that makes sense.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a little hissing laugh]

More than you know, actually.

What are we talking here, then? Birth sssertificate? Driver'sss license?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

That's half the problem, I'm not even sure what they'll need. I didn't hang around long enough to ask, they were ready to take me off for questioning, then I skipped and came here.

[looks back at where she appeared worried, knowing they'll still be there when she returns]

Are you sure you can help? I mean, no offence really, but you're a... S... [damn, what's that animal called again?] Snake. You're a snake.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Demon, actually. Jussst happen to be stuck in this form for the time being—ordinarily I'm a great deal more human-looking.

And I do this sssort of thing all the time, what with having to blend in and all. Can you hang out here on the Plane for a while?