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[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex is confused. This is extremely obvious by the way she's standing, mouth slightly open, blinking at the sky.]

No...

[She looks around. She puts a hand to her head, feeling the gauze dressing she's become accustomed to. It feels real enough, but that's an old trick, isn't it?]

This is absurd. Completely. It's all in your head, Alex, just like last time, you knew this could have happened again but...

Well, to be fair, my mind could have conjured up something just a bit more familiar, couldn't it have? I mean, I think I bloody owe myself that much.

[Her eyes close for a moment. If it looks like she's just trying to will the Plane away, well, that's precisely what she's doing.]

I'd put up with Gene Hunt over this. But really, is 2008 too much to ask for? London, Earth, 2008, I made it back once already, wasn't that enough?

[She's shouting now, at the star-speckled sky, possibly at the point of hysteria. But don't expect her to go admitting it.]

I'm not leaving there again, you hear me? I am not going through this again!

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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{lmao we posted at like the same time GO US}

{But here's Diva, staring with her head cocked to the side. Gene Hunt, 2008? Why, you sound sort of familiar.}

My, you'd think another had come. How do you know Gene, exactly? I don't think anyone had mentioned any girl other than Phyllis. You don't really look like a Phyllis, though!

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

{Omg, we're sort of amazing, AREN'T WE?}

[At any rate, here's Alex, Diva, staring at you like you just walked off from another planet. Which may be a bit of a poor analogy.]

That would be because I'm not "a Phyllis."

[Insert waggling fingers. Boy, is she in a mood.]

It's kind of a long story, one that I wouldn't particularly like to get into, if you wouldn't mind. Where exactly am I?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, but there's plenty of time, and I'd like to hear it! But you won't tell me without calming down, probably.

{Whimsically,} This is the Astral Plane, it's a place between realities, time doesn't pass while you're here, and you go home by thinking about it. There. Easy enough?

[lamb_of_gold]

You can return home with a thought, Madame. [Says the alarmingly androgynous fellow who doesn't really seem to be looking at anything]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Well, that would be a change...

[She's nervous, but fighting to hide it.]

So, what is this? Some kind of extremely lucid dream?

[lamb_of_gold]

If only. Welcome to the Astral Plane.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

You got a problem there, Sweetheart?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Well, if you a consider it a "problem" that not a minute ago I was in London and now I'm standing in outer-bloody-space than yes, I've got a problem.

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

You're takin' this a whole lot harder than most dames I've seen walking about this joint.

[flawless-genius.livejournal.com]

[Have a very very pretty mage with a large white bird on his shoulder]
It's very easy to get back, if you think about it.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Here's a little bit a gaping. Especially at the bird.]

You have got to be kidding me.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni shall just be standing a little to the left; with her eyebrow raised] Go through what again?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[You'd think by now that Alex would know better than to monologue to herself. Or shoot strange women narrow and angry looks without knowing what to expect in return.]

I...

[Buries her head in her hands.]

Can you just tell me where I am or how I got here?

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin shall be being a calming presence; caaaaaaaaaaaalm] There's no need to panic; you can get back from here.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex needs some calm... And some pretty, but mostly calm.]

... How? I need to get home. There's people there who need me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Judging by her reaction, Ianto's going to take an educated guess and say she's new to the Plane.]

You know... If you did want to go back, it is actually fairly simple to leave.

[He may also be wincing a little from the pitch of his voice, but he's at least making a pretty good effort to hide it.]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's good at reading people, that's for sure. Alex can tell he's wincing a little, but she doesn't have the slightest idea why.]

Yeah, that would be great. Any suggestions?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[pinged by his name


also placeholder because I won't be around all today ; ;]

Plenty of birds want to put up with me, luv. Usually know who the hell they are first, though.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

{I'll be scarce today as well. :)}

[And, surprisingly, Alex is less than pleased to see this familiar face. Or maybe that's unsurprising.]

You. I should have known you'd be here. You seem to be the key in everything insane that's ever happened to me, Gene.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[a lifted eyebrow]

Now why would someone with your class come calling for the Guv?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Ummmm you probably get this all the time but...]

Sam?

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Chill out, girl.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Oh, aren't you helpful?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

[head injuries and claims of time travel go hand in hand. At least it's a little more believable in this place....but still, just like Gene she's pinged by his name as well]

You know the Guv?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She's calming down a little more, but she's a little put off by the fact that all these people seem to know someone she had finally convinced herself was imaginary.]

Yes. Well, I did.

You know him too, then?