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

[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!))

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As amusing as it is to see my friend's ego prodded with pins, he is indeed Rassilon. I am Omega, chief scientist and engineer. Though we are apparently reminiscent of this 'Doctor' and 'Master', we are not them.

We carry names, not titles.

[and then he looks at Omega and smirks a bit]

Or our marks from years past.

[to, uh, Omega] I'm the Doctor. You're like me, you're my double. And he's your companion. We've never really talked, but you're me.

And he's---

Maybe this is an alternate universe...situation. But I can't see an alternate universe where two historical figures of Gallifrey would take my and the Master's form.

[Spares a side glare at Rassilon before giving the Doctor his attention.]

We are not those people. We are only who we say we are. Perhaps, due to our successes in founding the society, our appearances become popular in regenerations.

You certainly could do worse than these forms. Given the stress of the process, I have considered making templates of basic phenotypes, that the more relevant matters may be focused on in the moment of the next life's creation.

[have a little mild panic, y'all. After all, this isn't something the Doctor is really willing to comprehend]

[to Omega] I regenerated this form by pure chance. Non-chosen. This is---when did you come from? On the timeline? What year? Omega and I have met several times during his lifetime.

[to Rassilon] And you! Rassilon! Met you once before, didn't I? Pity, though. That means you don't know Lucy. I suppose I'll need to take care of her.

[Omega is somewhat surprised by the panic.] I have never met a 'Doctor', though you do have a certain familiarity. I'm currently putting the finishing touches on the stellar manipulator.

The chamber to house his star is nearly complete. We almost have time in our grasp, and all the stars through this one.

Perhaps ours shall be a future meeting.

So you're both so new. Still so early on the timeline. Mentally, at least.

But why? Why you two? I'll admit, I haven't been fond of either of you, but now...now you're both something new.

Or something very old.

[this may or not be rambling]

[The rambling is noted and somewhat ignored.]

Whatever we may become or be known to you, we are not yet that. Though, I suppose we are, with time as it is.

You should rest. You seem unwell. Perhaps a drink would calm you, some tea?

[Rassilon wants a White Ballistic!]

"With time as it is"? [why, yes, that tone IS mocking]

How can you think this is normal? You're standing before a Time Lord. A being thousands of years after you, who is insisting that you're both just a liiiiiiiittle bit addled in the brain-pans.

Logically. Just thinking logically. Why would I be right?

[Irritated, because clearly this guy is the one with the addled brain.] We are Time Lords. I do suggest you take my companion's offer of tea. You seem to be experiencing delusions.

[Rassilon looks at Omega to say 'stop calling me your companion, srsly dude' before turning attention back to the Doctor]

The tannin will do you well.

[takes a step back, uncertain]

No. No, I'm...fine.

[pulls out his mobile and the little card he got from the Master]

Do either of you have a mobile?

[Looks curiously at the device.]

A mobile what, exactly? There are a wide variety of mobile devices. [Looks to Rassilon, as perhaps he knows.]

[Rassilon is at a loss]

Perhaps something he needs for that device he's holding?

Well, if you're not who you look like, then I know someone who might be able to help.

[dials]

[Omega peeks over curiously, watching the Doctor dial.]

Ah, some sort of communication device, I see.

Rather primitive.

Primitive, but effective.

You may have spoke too soon. It appears to be doing nothing.

The technology of lesser species leaves so much to be desired.

[tone, tone]

It's a mobile phone, I was dialing the Master's number. I-I'm sorry. Must not be you.

It is as we said it was.

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