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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[There is a young man on the plane. Only he’s not young, not really, and though he looks quite a bit like the Doctor’s fifth incarnation (all blond hair and blue eyes and innocence), there is something distinctly... ‘off’ about him. Something about the way he carries himself, perhaps -- a bit more arrogantly than the Doctor. Or maybe it’s the fact that he doesn’t seem too fazed by this new turn of events. Rather, he looks curious, and slowly turns a circle, examining the stars around him.]

How very interesting. [and he actually sounds interested! and quite a bit like the Doctor, although his voice is a tad deeper.]

Mutter’s Spiral, the Sheovan Galaxy, the Resplendence Nebula. ...All quite misplaced. [his tone grows disdainful]

Unless the Time Lords have completely lost their grasp on basic astronomy, this cannot be their doing. That old fool doesn’t have an observatory of this calibre in his TARDIS, however wrong it may be. [he cocks his head] And this is not a projection by the Matrix.

[He paces a bit, Gallifreyan robes sweeping the ground, but pauses when he catches sight of the Kasterborous constellation. He eyes it for a long moment, expression carefully neutral -- he hasn’t seen his home in a very long time, projection or not.] Certainly not the Time Lords, then. Kasterborous hold a privileged place in the universe. Their pride would not allow it to be displayed incorrectly.

[since there are obvious signs of habitation in this starry place, Omega decides to direct his next words to the Plane at large]

Is there any here who would care to provide an explanation?

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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She's been hovering through all of that but hesitates for a moment before stepping forward, her brain does not understand space lingo] You're on the Astral Plane.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[turns to face her] An appropriate name for such a place. What is it?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

A meeting of universes, or so I've heard, lots of people come here from all sorts of places.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[oh look, a spark of interest!] A convergence point of universes that manages to remain stable... I assume that there is a outside force controlling all of this?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[have some staring, Omega] ...Doctor?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[scowls, his relatively good mood suddenly souring]

No.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Thought something was a bit off about you. [frowns, as he remembers who else looked and sounded (mostly) like his self] ...Impossible. [never mind that nothing seems to be impossible around here]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[There's a girl, or a young lady anyway, twenty-something at the absolute most, in blue jeans and a sage green button-up blouse, flipping through a large leather-bound book as she strolls around the plane. She doesn't bother looking up from her reading as she walks by]

It's only a machine. We don't know what it is, 'zactly. Welcome to it, though.

[It's as if this stuff is done by rote, as if she's said it so often to so many people it just comes out of her mouth without her having to think about it. Which would make sense, considering she's reading, and all.]

You can come and go as you please, and time doesn't pass while you're here, so there's nothin' you oughta worry over.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Ah. Artificially created, then.

[Omega may or may not be scrutinizing the 'floor'. he wants to know what all of this is, especially if it can pull him from his own universe on a whim.]

Hm. How does one leave?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Watch.

[and she steps off the plane, disappearing abruptly. A moment, and she reappears just as instantly as she left.]

You just step, it's not complicated.

[And she finally looks up. Well, that's a somewhat familiar face, although... the clothes. Hm.]

I don't s'pose you're another Doctor, are you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master walks straight into Omega's personal space, exceptionally critical in his scrutiny]

And who, exactly, are you?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[bristles, glaring]

Who I am is none of your concern.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're not the Doctor. That's clear. And while Commander Maxil may've born quite the resemblance to one of his regenerations, it isn't that common for two of us to have the same face. So who are you?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{lol have a vampire}

Oh, more Time Lords? Ne, are you another Doctor? Or maybe a Master...Oh, I hope not. I like the Doctors a lot more.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[And Omega is instantly wary. He's not sure what you are, Diva, but it's Not Right.]

I am neither. My name is Omega.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Frowns}

Oh, really? That's too bad. Er, no, I'm sorry, that's rude. It's just surprising, since when Time Lords show up, they seem to be one or the other. More the Doctor, though...

{She curtsies politely, though}

Ne, but it's nice to meet you, Omega. I am Diva.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[sizing him up and hesitates a moment]

The Astral Plane.

[studies him for another moment his voice a little uncertain]

...you're not the Doctor, are you?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

So I've been told.

[If this keeps up, Omega may half-consider forcing a regeneration just so people stop confusing the two of them.]

No, I am not.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh, well that's good at least. You've gotten the proper welcome, all that nonsense.

[hey Omega, it could be worse. You could be one of four Tennants.]

Right, you're not the Doctor. So who are you then?

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Did you say Matrix?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[oh, look, another non-Time Lord. :|]

Yes.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Good movie.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he'd have liked to be stealthy, to simply observe for a time, but the long chain attached to his ankle dashes that plan rather spectacularly; his gait is as dignified as possible as he approaches a man who is most certainly not himself]

Well, I suppose I ought have expected it sooner or later. [his gaze is shrewd, cautious, but there's nothing confrontational in his bearing]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega surveys the other Time Lord with an air of disdain, carefully noting the differences between this one and the one in his universe. The black clothes are certainly new, as is the chain.]

Doctor. How entirely expected.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Oh, I do hate to be predictable. Though it's hard to avoid, I suppose, when one is inhabiting your body. [his tone, calmly curious, never changes]