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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[So a Time Lord walked into a bar... Ahem. Rather, Omega is sitting along the outdoor part of a happily deserted onsen on the first floor, vaguely contemplative. Since he's a stick in the mud not really the onsen type, he's still dressed in his normal clothes, and doesn't seem all that bothered by the heat and steam. In his hand is a glass of something that is very likely alcoholic, judging from the presence of a small bar nearby.

However, if he was banking on the Time Lord alcohol tolerence, he's going to be sorely disappointed. Why? Because of hijinks! Also he's a bit of lightweight on the best of days anyway. Rass mocked him mercilessly for it. Time Lords are going to find that their awesome ability to not get drunk has vanished. Because it's funny.

...Obviously, someone should take advantage of this situation. :|]

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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega glances up as the Doctor approaches, and automatically assumes ths is the one he's already met.]

Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Hello, Doctor.

[moves to sit near him] Full bar here, too? They don't provide exits, but they do provide escapism, eh?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[narrows his eyes. Another tenth incarnation of the Doctor? That was... interesting.]

Indeed. And I am not the Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and cue the Doctor tensing, spinning to look at him]

That's funny. You look an awful lot like the Doctor. And you know who I am.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[unimpressed look]

I've met you other self on the Plane, and I am quite aware that I look like the Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Who are you?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

You already know who I am, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

How did you survive?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[a short, bitter laugh] Willpower.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Funny, didn't save you in my universe.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

A pity, considering what you have done.

[his words are only moderately accusing -- the alcohol is starting to get to him, it seems.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What I've done?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[flatly] To Gallifrey.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

How did you learn about that?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

From the Master first, and your self later.