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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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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor doesn't look much different either, though he is sans his dark frock coat, and his white silk sleeves are rolled to the elbows

he's striding in what seems an aimless matter, and slows to a halt when he sees Omega; with a light, amused murmur]

And here I thought this couldn't get any more absurd.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[This? Is the Slightly Inebriated Scowl (of Omega).]

Hello, Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[have a Completely Innocent Smile] Hello. Settling in all right?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

As well as one can when abrubtly pulled from their work, yes.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

What were you working on?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Several tings, among them a temporary link to the Matrix.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Only temporary?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

For the moment. A more permanant link will be established aboard my own TARDIS.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[walks closer] What then?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Then I take back what is mine.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[short nod before settling down beside him] I wish you luck with it.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

You are the first in that regard.

[finishes off his drink, then eyes the Doctor]

And what of you, Doctor? Are you enjoying this... temporary holiday?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I'm a bit more rational than most. [wry smile] And no, not particularly. I've worlds to set right myself.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Yes, I imagine this would hamper your renegade ways. [the words are slightly accusing, but his tone is merely thoughtful.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Is it truly so horrible, spreading peace throughout the universe?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Spare me the rhetoric, Doctor. I have heard far more convincing lines of propaganda in my time.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

That, Omega, is because I wasn't attempting any.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

That, Omega, is because I wasn't attempting any. I was only stating what I do.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

And what of those worlds you leave behind, Doctor? When you've finished helping your rebellion overthrow a dictatorship, do you ever stay for the aftermath?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I do, yes, and I visit periodically after helping them set up a stable government.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

A change from the version of you in my universe.

[he pauses, then pours himself another glass]

What made you leave Gallifrey, Doctor?

[he already knows, of course, but he'd rather hear it from the Doctor.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

The defining one, I believe. [he glances at the glass, but doesn't comment on it; no need to make the Founder indignant] I didn't belong there, really, and nor did Susan.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Why not work to change it?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[quietly] I tried. Very few wanted to change.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

And how many governments of the worlds you've helped wanted change?