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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.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[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]

[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?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[scowls, his relatively good mood suddenly souring]

No.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs, looking rather bored, oh Juni, she can be rather stupid at times] I've heard of Twins but I can't remember meeting them, I think they're in charge but I have no clue where they come from... And it isn't that stable.

[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?

[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]

[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?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Your Lord Omega, Time Lord.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[cocks his head] Unstable in what manner?

[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?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Well, we do tend to get experimented on quite a lot.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[a bit arrogantly] Nothing is impossible, Doctor.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[a bit hesitantly] Omega?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[watches her carefully, but glances up the the mention of the Doctor, irritated]

I am not. I take it he is one of those pulled here as well?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[frowns] Indeed? Yet you are free to come and go as you wish?

[that sounds like a poor experiment to him]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Correct.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Thought not. Yeah, he's... several of 'em. Sorry, it's just... your face. You a Time Lord, then?

[Well, she's finally closed her book, at least, hoisting it up under her arm to hold onto it-- it's rather large. There's a large embossed gold symbol on the cover that appears to be an interlocked O and Z. Hmm.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[o.O] Er, when are you from, exactly? What happened last?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[crosses his arms, his tone angry] You attempted to destroy me.