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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Two Brigitta posts in a row, what on earth could be wrong?

Well, many things in Brigitta's world, as is evident from her first fumbling step onto the Plane with her sword clutched in her hand, instead of her usual stride she just gapes for a few moments before letting out a extremely loud yelp that almost break into scream territory and half collapsing to the ground, still clinging onto her sword.

She pauses for a moment, staring around her with terrified eyes and then gulps] First back there with that man and now here, Stately Hera, glorious queen of fair Olympos please hear me, please...

[She takes a deep breath and then curls up, resting her chin on her knees and her sword in front of her, she's almost crying] I want to go home, my wedding is in a month, I can't miss it.

[OOC: Experiment start! For a week or so Brigitta will be back to her state of mind at fifteen years old, which means that she won't recognise anybody and will probably be terrified by a fair amount... She'll still stab you though, have fun! :D]

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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Shakily] 'M Brigitta, but you knew that, somehow.

[Deep breath] Uh... No, sorry, it's all strange.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

We're friends ... or, well, we were. I'm sorry. I know this must be very hard for you.

This place is called the Plane. It's a sort of meeting place.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Confused face] Uh... Okay, if you say so, though I don't think we've ever met before...

For who?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Everybody, really. Lots of different people and lots of different universes.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

H-how is that possible?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Do you really want me to explain? It's rather complicated. You could always just think of it as ... magic.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Magic, alright then, I'll try.

Are you a priestess?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

A priestess? Oh, no. I'm ... I'm a traveler, I suppose.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Really, you look sorta like a priestess.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

I ... really?

[She's surprised, pleased and a little confused by that.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Yeah, jsut a little, you sorta look... Wise.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

I'm older than I look.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Are you a goddess then?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Oh, certainly not. But...

[She's torn. She doesn't want to confuse Brigitta, but, at the same time, she's unwilling to lie to her.]

I'm not human.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Wide eyes, unfortunately Brigitta shall be getting very confused, she panics a lot at this age] Y-you're not? What could you be then apart from a goddess!

...Or a nymph.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

My people are called the Time Lords. We're not dangerous, and we're not deities. We're just a little bit different, that's all.