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[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

[Lois Habiba steps out onto the plane and stalls dead. She knew this wasn't right, and it isn't, look! She looks around and clutches onto the strap of her handbag as though it might protect her. This doesn't make sense, but then things stopped making sense when she first heard the word Torchwood. She whispers to herself under her breath]

Oh pull yourself together Lois, you're sending yourself crazy. This isn't... this can't be...

[She steps forward, her feet a little uncertain on the ground and looks up at the sky -if she can call it the sky- it reminds her of a visit to the planetarium when she was young.]

[Mumbles to herself quietly] I knew I shouldn't have gone in that shop. I just can't leave things alone, can I? First day out and this. I should have learned...

[Building up a little courage, she clears her throat and steps forward a little more before calling out.]

Is anybody here? Sorry, can anyone hear me? Hello? Anyone? Can someone tell me where I am?

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[have a Doctor. He's looking particularly grumpy and he has a chain trailing off his ankle]

The Plane. The Astral Plane to be precise.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

[Glances at him and discreetly notes the chain, filing away that piece of information. Her face screwed up into a confused frown.]

The plane? But what's that? What does that mean?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the chain rapidly shortens, and soon enough there appears another grumpy Doctor]

It's a space between universes. Precisely why it's here, and precisely how it works, well, we aren't privy to that information.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

[Blinks a little... because... where did he come from?]

I suppose it would be too much to ask for things to be simple, wouldn't it?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, yes. But, really, where would the fun in simple be?

I'm the Doctor, by the way. [extends hand] What's your name?

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

Well I don't know about fun, but the last few weeks definitely haven't been simple.

[Offers out a hand to shake.] The Doctor? [Slight frown. The name is familiar from within the Torchwood files.]

Oh I'm Lois. Lois Habiba. Nice to meet you, Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Simplicity is the luxury of the ignorant. [smiles!] I'm also the Doctor. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[ex-Prime Minister Saxon munches thoughtfully on popcorn as he observes her]

The new ones are so easy to spot.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

[She starts a little as she notices the new figure and looks over towards him, turning a little]

I'm sorry I didn't see you th... [And she pauses, frowning, because that face...]

Aren't you...? Sorry, but aren't you Harold Saxon?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[his eyebrows lift]

Oh! This is refreshing. I haven't met anyone here who knows Prime Minister Saxon since my wife arrived. I don't think we've met, have we?

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

[Decides it's best not to mention the fact she thought he was dead.]

No. No we haven't. I'm Lois. Lois Habiba. I don't suppose you can tell me what's going on, can you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master changes posture just slightly, slipping easily into his old politician's personality]

It's an experiment, though no one's entirely certain what about. This place functions as a sort of... between place for different universes. Crazy, I know, but aliens are just the start of it, after all. Some of the universes may be like yours, but slightly different; others are completely new. When you return home, you'll return to the exact moment you left, every time. And you can return home, rather easily, actually. It's as easy as walking.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

[And she closes her eyes a moment, inwardly cursing herself for agreeing to go out. This was most decidedly not what she needed from her day.]

Right... [She breathes out slowly, keeping her composure.] You know if you'd have told me this two weeks ago I'd have probably thought you were crazy but now... [She shakes her head a little.] I don't know what to think.

[akumas-curse.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's alright, Miss. This is the Astral Plane. It's nothing to worry about too much.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

The Astral Plane. Right.

You know I think I'm going mad.

[akumas-curse.livejournal.com]

You're not. It is pretty unbelievable, but well...if you're mad, then we're all mad together.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

Why are we all here? Do you know? Is it some sort of... holding facility?

[akumas-curse.livejournal.com]

Well...No. But I don't think anyone knows, to be honest. But you're not stuck here. You can leave by just thinking about it.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

I just... I wish things made more sense. The last few weeks... things have just gone a bit crazy.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

It's all sorta weird, yeah? It's the Astral Plane, supposed to be like some meeting place or something for all these different people and universes.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

But why am I here? Why me? I don't understand. [Sighs heavily.]

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

Don't think anyone knows that one. Least if they do they haven't got round to telling me.

My name's Rose, what's yours?

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

You know I think one of these days I'll wake up and realise the last few weeks have all been some weird dream.

I'm Lois. Lois Habiba. Nice to meet you, Rose.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

Gonna guess it involves aliens, yeah? That's how it all was for me, ordinary life, then you realize there's a whole big universe out there. So go on then, tell us what happened last week.

[loishabiba.livejournal.com]

Exactly! That's it. I thought I understood things, and it's not just the aliens, it's home, the people you're told you can believe... well I'm not sure you can.

Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. It all happened so fast sometimes it's hard to believe it happened at all.

There were these aliens, the four five six they called themselves. Well they came and they, [She leans in a little, in a whisper] they wanted our children. Ten percent of the children. And they were going to do it too, they were going to give them the kids. I tried to help, I think I helped but I don't know what happened. They locked me up but they let me go, they won't tell me anything.

And ever since, I've been trying to find them, the people who helped, the people the government tried to kill. I wonder if I should just stop and stay well away but then, I don't think that's right, is it? Someone has to do something, I can't sit back and pretend any more.