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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[It's a Doctor. He's working on a new project, this one hopefully not destroying the world like the last project was invariably about to do. But! He's got bits of machinery which looks like it used to be a few coffee makers and two television sets, all around his feet while he soders wires together and twists bits of machine onto other pieces]

Subatomic dual-focus relay emitter counteractor with a refracted light core. It looks simple, but it's actually fairly complicated.




[Experiment Start!]

Comments

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[you said we could do anything to the Doctor, so Lucy's just gonna wander by and have a peek at what he's doing. from a fair distance, at least]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[he looks to his side, his eyes narrow a little, then he looks back at what he's doing]

For measuring the radiowaves and time distortions. Perfectly harmless, but very good at collecting information.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[comes a bit closer because maybe he's figured out something to help Harry]

What sort of information?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Time distortion. How much changing certain events on the Plane will change the course of time.

[eyes her a little warily, but points to a cluster of wires] This takes the waves and recalibrates them into a readable status.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

It sounds complicated.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not too terribly. You should take a look at the coordinated subterplanted demiroute. [shows her the screen, which looks pretty much like a game of Pong]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta raises her eyebrow but looks] ...Huh, I'm guessing it has hidden meanings?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[comes a little closer, looking] So you're saying you can measure what our actions here do to our own realities?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[pulls it away] Does it matter? I'm sure whichever reality is yours will be just fine on its own.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

That's exactly what it measures. The hidden meanings in our actions. What we do and how it affects the universe.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[looks rather affronted] You know very well it isn't. That's hardly any way to treat me when we agreed to be civil!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Wide eyes] ...How does it do that?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Ah, yeah, except I didn't agree that with you. I agreed that with Lucy. Good job, though. The hair and the outfit's right, but you've done a rather poor job with her nose.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

...I'm sorry, but can you kindly repeat that?

I am Lucy, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It's very...technical...wibbly wobbly----it just does. Now, if I put this here...

[places it flat on his palm] It judges the reactions I can have on my universe in the next five minutes.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[takes a step away and lets out a mirthless laugh] Ha! You even managed the indignant tone, too! Didn't think you'd be called out so quickly? Which leads me to believe this isn't some sort of a prank, is it?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about? There's no reason to call me out. I'm Lucy. Lucy Saxon. If anyone is having a go here it's you.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta raises a rather amused eyebrow] If you say so.

[Headtilt] Will you affect your universe in a big way?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[ignoring you now] But Lucy's not here, not anywhere on the Plane, is she? Just you. Which means...you're impersonating her.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. I'm having a few issues with the logup integration systems...[puts the machine to his ear and makes a few adjustments]

There!

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I'm right here, Doctor! [advances toward him] No one's impersonating me!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta frowns slightly but keeps watching]

...Well?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[hands up] Oh, I don't think so. I know all about impersonators, tricksters. Androids, shapeshifters, eternals. Billions and billions like you in the universe. But there's only one Lucy Saxon. And you're not her.

Good try, though. Almost had me for a minute.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[embarrassed] It's thinking. Just give it a minute.

We've met before, haven't we? I'm the Doctor.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I am Lucy! [wrings her hands, staring at him] This must be some sort of joke. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Is this because we finally settled everything? [laughs weakly] You're doing this to rub it in, aren't you? I know you don't want me, Doctor, but this is excessive.