The Post of Rassilon!!!! ...and Omega

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[A man, who looks identical to one particular incarnation of the Master, walks through the Plane. He is calm, hands clasped together and hidden in the folds of the Presidential Robes of Rassilon. Around his neck is the Sash of Rassilon; in his hand, the Rod of Rassilon. He also happens to be wearing the Footwear of Rassilon - that is, sandals. Those who see him like this may call him 'infinitely wise and infinitely sad.' The man looks to his companion] I should hate to think this is the result of one of your experiments gone wrong, Omega.

[Walking at this man's side is one of the many Tennants, except not really. This man wears 'work robes' which are still somewhat fancy Time Lord robes, given his position. Unlike the delicate footwear of Rassilon, this Time Lord is wearing heavy boots. He looks about him, curious and vaguely annoyed.] Certainly not. This has nothing to do with me. I've been far too busy rechecking everything in preparation to create this...observatory.

A very poorly constructed observatory. [He stops, sweeping the floor with the Rod of Rassilon] It is no part of the Foundry. Perhaps a 'joke' enacted by that other man who insists on troubling the council. It would be fitting to his poor sense of humour. [The Displeased Frown of Rassilon says he is not a big fan of puns]

I fail to see how this could be some sort of prank. [Omega folds his hands in front of him, thinking.] The mapping of the stars and systems is rather crude but such an observatory would be useful, I imagine.

[Rassilon glances at his companion] I could perhaps afford to support such a venture for you, my friend, if only you would cede to my requests on the management of anti-technologist dissidents.

[Omega stops his inspection and turns to look at Rassilon.] Those 'dissidents' are only reacting to your already strict policies. I have fought against such reforms and will continue to do so openly.

[The Political Opponent of Rassilon gets the Lifted Eyebrow of Challenge (and of Rassilon.)] Those dissidents are the same Luddites who opposed our progress and gave you that mark you still bear. [if you're wondering why the Lord High President of Ancient Gallifrey knows the word 'Luddite,' well. It's with good reason.]

[Omega now makes grumpy noises, because he hates when Razz has a point.] They still do not deserve such punishments. You will not win a favourable opinion with your people if you treat them that way.

[Razz: 1. Omega: 0] Just think of it, Omega. An observatory of your own, fully interactive, not a false three-dimensional hologram, but one mapped out in five dimensions. You shall be able to walk amongst the stars and select the one that shall bring our species into a new era of prosperity and peace. An observatory to aid your experiments into time.

It did take far too long to find a suitable candidate... [It is clear that Omega is pondering this much more seriously now, morals and politics be damned.] Now, I am not agreeing to your policies. However, I see no reason to rule out negotiations. Perhaps we can come to something that will mutually benefit us.

[the "Gotcha!" Smile of Rassilon] I am always open to negotiations. I have meaning to suggest, we shall have to tour the chamber for your star. Its construction is nearly complete.

[At this, Omega seems to brighten considerably. Ah, how he loves his science.] Ah, yes! Yes, we'll make time for that soon. Or so I hope. I am merely finishing the preparations, so I should have ample time for a tour.

[Rassilon is quite pleased at this] Perhaps now we can turn our attention to the beings of this place?

[Omega nods.] Yes, that would be wise. They may come and greet us as guests in this place.

[Rassilon looks Omega over and pointedly doesn't comment on the worker clothing his opponent is wearing] We shall be ready for them, then.

[Omega gives him a look, because he knows what Rassilon wanted to say. Instead, he just proudly stands in his robes and waits.]



((ooc: Welcome to another episode of Time Lord Theatre. Today you'll note that the Doctor is actually infamous Time lord founder Omega - marked in this lovely colour, while the Master is playing the part of vampire-hatin' Rassilon in his fabulous pride colour. They think they're really the founders and will act accordingly! Blah blah threadhopping blah blah confused memories because they're just delusional blah blah have fun!))

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

{wait wut. And Diva, in all her intelligence, will comment on their clothes rather than anything they've said because she didn't understand about 99% of it anyways. sigh.}

Ne, you're both dressed oddly today.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon's gaze also known as The Gaze of Rassilon turns to Diva, still going for that whole Calm and Austere thing he doesn't do particularly well]

These are the robes of the Lord High President of Gallifrey, child - and those, of his engineer. [that's right, Omega is The Engineer of Rassilon. Gonna argue it, buddy?]

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur has no words for this. He tends to fail at communication in general, but this has left him speechless in less of a 'I am attempting to not socially screw up' sort of way and more in a '....maybe if I blink enough times, it'll go away']

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Hi, lower being! How are you today?]

Ah, another dweller of this place. There is no reason to stare. I assure you we mean you no harm.

[So that means no conquering this place yet, Razz.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Nevermind that Emil doesn't like the Master much, but seeing the Doctor & the Master hanging out and talking to each other like that is somehow more concerning.]

D... Doctor?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Omega raises an eyebrow, feeling that he is being addressed, somehow.]

I'm afraid you are mistaken, young one.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ew, it's the Master. Let's ignore his presence.]

Yo, Doc. What's with the Halloween costume?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

That is a most peculiar vernacular. But this is no costume, though I admit I haven't the faintest what 'Halloween' means. [Looks to Rassilon, because dude?]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Nice dresses. Where's the ball?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Something in that lower creature's words seems off. It must be confused.]

Certainly not here, young one. Though it would be an excellent setting for one, don't you agree, Omega?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Omega?

[looks 'Omega' over and then turns to the Mast - I mean 'Rassilon']

Let me guess then, Rassilon?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[again with the failing to notice that Omega looks JUST LIKE HANDY]

That is correct. We do not know your name, if you have chosen one yet.

[...that was a weird thing to say! Rassilon wonders why he said it, but decides it's not important]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Despite a tendancy towards theatrics, I did not think you would actually go so far as to stage a production.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

This is no theatre production, madame. We are but two Lords of Time, uncertain as to when and where we are.

[Rassilon isn't certain why he wanted to call her by something less formal, or even where this 'Lords of Time' thing comes from]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he gazes at himself with bemusement - for it is himself, he can tell - and regards the Master warily; lack of hostility on his part will probably confirm if this is their game or another's (probably the Twins')]

Omega and Rassilon, hmm?

[yes, the order is deliberate]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Omega likes you!]

Ahh, yes! Proper recognition is a nice change of pace.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

[Hello, Omega. Have a young boy at your heels.] Doctor. Why must you always spend time with the Master? What are you wearing those robes for?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Blinks, because random kid is random.]

I am afraid you have mistaken me for another, child.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[You enormous weirdos. Have Dorothy, who isn't exactly the most... respectful, at the moment, which would seem odd until you realize that she's American and thus Gives No Crap about all that high-and-mighty posturing shit. She's better than royalty, dammit-- she's from Kansas. Anyway she's gonna stop in the middle of what she's doing (which appears to be drawing on the ground with sidewalk chalk. Huh.) to roll her eyes and sigh at the BIG IMPORTANT TIME LORDINESSES.]

Y'know, I don't mind this place picking up more people. I mean, the more the merrier. Heck, bring all the Time Lords, we'll start a bowling league or something. But do they all have to have the same faces? Really?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Since Omega gets Adric first, Rassilon gets the Princess]

We two are the only Lords of Time.

[that felt oddly right for being entirely inaccurate, giving that they haven't made the web of time just yet]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[let's be succinct, shall we? Doctor's expression: D=?]

Are you two all right?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon immediately decides that he doesn't like this person. If he had a wife, he is sure he would not want The Wife of Rassilon around him.]

We are perfectly well, merely lost. Who are you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon has taken off the head stuff because you know what? It's getting to his neck. And it's only Omega now, so it's not like he's undressing in front of anyone important.

...Yes, removing the hats and the neck guards is being more naked. So?

Anyway, Rass is sitting down at a table he found and his head-stuff is on the table and he seems tired]

I grow weary of these vampires and strangers. Sit, friend.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Omega sits, his position casual, boots kicked up on a bar between the chair legs.]

It is somewhat unsettling, is it not? Though I find myself very interested in the mechanics behind this dimension.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[this is me, attempting to tag. because maybe it'll make me feel better]

...Harry? What are you doing wearing that ridiculous robe?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[I shall tag first! Since Lucy loves Ten so much and I will be at school forever.]

While I agree the robes are impractical, 'ridiculous' may be a touch harsh.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[Late to the game, but late is better then never, right? Have an Ace, who is rather annoyed at finding a couple of ceremonially robed Gallifreians walking around the place. She gets enough of that on Gallifrey, thank you very much.]

Oh brilliant.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Matching your late with my own lateness.]

This may be presumptuous but you did not sound as though you meant that sincerely.