006 [A Master of Disguise]

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[At first glance, the figure that appears on the Plane doesn’t look much like Susan Foreman. Instead of her favoured dark stripes and human fashions, she is dressed in a white coat and highly unusual glasses.]

Excuse me ... does anybody have a mirror I could use?

[She pushes up the glasses and reveals her face. The situation is rather precarious in her own world at the moment, and she needs a few moments to herself before she rejoins the Doctor and Zoe. Her trip to the Plane is nothing to do with vanity, although she's rather hoping that people will assume that. It might stop them from asking too many questions.]

I don't think it looks quite right.

[And it has to look right. She doesn't want to think about what will happen if they get caught out.]

OOC: 'The War Games' continues. I was tempted to skip straight to the final episode, but the glasses were too awesome to pass up.

Comments

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Heeeere comes the bouncy brigade!] Gosh! Those are odd things you're wearing... That thingy on the face I mean; the rest of it looks great! All posh and stuff; 'S lovely really.

...What are they though?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[Whoa! Susan wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic response, especially not from a stranger. She blinks a little before responding.]

Oh! These? They're called glasses.

[Although not the sort you can buy from opticians.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally tends to do that a lot]

Oh, really? ...Suppose that makes sense since they have glass in them an' that; why are you wearin' them over your eyes though?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

They can help you to see.

[She would usually let Cally have a closer look, but the glasses are important and she can't afford to let them go.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Oh! Sounds a cool concept; must be nice being able to see.. Wait, see what?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Everything, I suppose.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Must be useful I suppose; seeing everythin'- must be very nice actually! Though I've never seen any people back home wearin' them.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Perhaps people don't need them where you come from?

I don't think we've met before. My name is Susan.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, they'd be useful though- plus they'd look all nice! They're hardly the most sensible lot after all; anything that made them more sensible would be absolutely great for society an' that.

Oh! I forgot that, 'M Cally; 'S nice to meet you! An' that's a pretty name.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[Susan isn't entirely sure what to make of Cally, or her boundless enthusiasm. In the end, she opts for the one question that could make things clearer.]

Where do you come from?

It's nice to meet you, too. Thank you! Cally is very pretty as well.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Well, I was born in Ceresbar which is really cold and dark; it was in a nice castle but that was cold and dark too so I didn't like it much- and mother and father were always far too proud of it... But I left about a year and a bit back an' went off travelling; then bandits attacked and we're in some caves at the moment. We might be getting close to coming out again though which'll be nice.

That's 'cause I chose it; my long name is jus' weird but Cally goes nice- easier to say which is good 'cause people can talk then without feelin' all guilty.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Ceresbar? I've never been there. [Or heard of it. But she was still young and she still had a long way to go, so that wasn't entirely surprising.] I'm sorry. What are the caves like?

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Don't blame ya [Dismissive wave] it's not that nice; they don't approve of anything and that's just plain mean- all they do all day is sit around drinking tea and bringing dead people back to life; it's really very boring.

@S not your fault! They're nice enough I suppose; bit dark an' cramped but they have possums so they aren't too bad.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[...well]

I... have a pocket mirror?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

That would be wonderful, thank you.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[digs it out and hands it to her] Is that... normal clothing where you're from.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[Susan proceeds to examine the glasses in the mirror, frowning slightly.]

No, not at all. I've never worn them before.

I'm Susan, by the way.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

Martha. It's good to meet you. Are they for anything?

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

A lot of people wear them on the planet I'm visiting. [Susan isn't comfortable with a more direct sort of lie, bless her.] I just want to blend in.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

I wish we tried to blend in more often. You think he'd worry more about us getting our heads chopped off, but no, a brown coat is apparently good enough for any planet or time.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

You're a traveler as well? [A brown coat ..? Ah.] Who is 'he'?

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

The Doctor? I think there are a few of him around here.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

You know my grandfather? Which incarnation are you traveling with? [Susan is looking at Martha a little more closely now, trying to work out what sort of companion she is for him.]

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

You're his granddaughter?

[and then, knowing what she knows, her eyes go wide and she puts a hand to her mouth. It muffles the words she can't help but say]

I'm so sorry.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Yes, I ... [Well, that's a bit unnerving, isn't it?] I'm sorry?