http://timewill-tell.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] timewill-tell.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] realityshifted2009-03-23 12:12 pm

01. And now for something completely different

[The Doctor is smiling happily and humming a Beatles song to himself.] Ah, The Beatles. Earth has produced quite the preeminent collection of musicians, though few compare to The Beatles. Oh, but I can't forget Miles Davis and John Coltrane, now, can I? Different favorites for different genres. I couldn't very well compare a rock 'n' roll band to jazz luminaries, it's hardly an even playing field. So to speak.

[Glancing at the food and drink he's precariously balancing in his hands, the Doctor ponders what he's currently holding.] I don't have the affinity for bacon sandwiches that Ace does, but chips are rather nice on occasion, and I must say, I do enjoy these chocolate malts. Far more delicious than carrot juice.

[At last, he realizes he's not on a street, or anywhere near Harry's Café, the place he only just left. It's hard to determine when exactly the scenery changed, but this is most certainly not where he's supposed to be. It's different, and he supposes it should be disconcerting, but with no sign of an immediate threat, he allows himself a moment to appreciate the view.] Well, this is peculiar.

[identity profile] aces-are-rare.livejournal.com 2009-03-24 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[And now there's chocolate, which makes Ace forget her complaints about Gallifrey - for a moment.]

Yeah, the reasons to leave are obvious enough. Can't see you living in a place like that.

Takes a bite of sandwich and a sip of her malt before answering. And a chip, noticing there aren't as many as there should be. A little frown.]

This place is called the Plane. Sort of an astral nexus of multiple universes and things, so far as I can tell. I've met people here that were you, and will be you, and others I never knew before. On the up side the TARDIS is here, though she's a woman not a ship.

[The playful frown of the missing chip variety deepens]

The Master is here. The one the killed Kara and another regeneration.

[identity profile] aces-are-rare.livejournal.com 2009-03-25 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
You've met him before? [This is new to Ace. She's met the Master that killed Midge and Kara and the one on Duchamp 33, but not this young one. Not this one that she can almost identify with a little and hates even more now that she knows the Professor has seen him without her to be there for him.]

Gordon Bennett, I knew this was a bad idea. You need me t' be with you, Professor. You need me to watch your back.

[She's suddenly lost all interest in the food. She also brushes aside his concern about her.] No, he hasn't ared to try a thing.

[identity profile] aces-are-rare.livejournal.com 2009-03-25 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[The nose! oh, but she's missed that touch - any touch from him but that sign of affection most of all. But she's also still worried about the Master thing and not entirely sure that he wasn't hurt by it. He said specifically that he wasn't physically harmed but there are so many other ways to hurt.

She'll ask him about it again, but not now. For now she wants a few minutes just to be with her best mate.]


I care sod all for the food, as much as I might moan about it. i miss my home and my friend, and would rather a visit for the purpose of a visit then an intergalactic delivery service.

[Frowns a little] i know well enough that I need to stick it out at the Academy now that I've started, but bloody hell, can't you pop along the timeline and go pick me up now?

[sigh]

[identity profile] aces-are-rare.livejournal.com 2009-04-01 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Looks up at him through furrowed brows, her voice dripping with sarcasm.] Yeah, because my life always goes along so smoothly when we're apart.

[If this was a movie this would be the appropriate place for a montage of Ace alone and in dire straights - jail cells, tied to chairs, being interigated by Jager, attacked by various monsters, etc]

You better be sorry.

[There's little to no ire this time, though, and her voice is a little rough with emotion. The nose touches have triggered something and she can no longer deny herself - she throws herself at him, burying her face in his waistcoat.

Her voice is muffled]


Missed you.