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[How long has it been since this guy's been on the Plane? Over a month! But he's been busy dealing with a couple of partial mergers, thanks to Dorothy and Omega. The first is cause for celebration (for the most part, anyway; there's still that nagging doubt that it won't last) and the second is driving him rather batty, for multiple reasons. On top of that, he's been feeling a bit disoriented lately, and he's not really sure why...so he's currently trying to solve all his problems at the Time Lord Hangout Spot - i.e., the bar. He's idly playing with his Tarot card in one hand, and holding a large banana daiquiri in the other.]

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[when Straxus appears, it's certainly not in the same attire he normally wears. after changing (http://community.livejournal.com/shifted_logs/47136.html?thread=1690912#t1690912) into something very comfortable and very much not Gallifreyan (more Harry Sullivan-esque than anything), and getting settled in the Zero Room of course, he's decided to see if he can still come to the Plane.]

[and conveniently enough, he appears near the bar]

Ahhh, Doctor. Having a daiquiri, are you? Had I known, I would have joined you earlier.

[brb staring

and trying so hard

not to laugh.

Alas, today is not Straxus' lucky day, and Nine can only hold it in for about five seconds]

[a mighty frown]

What is so funny?

[still laughing, sorry Straxus] Nice outfit. Where'd you find it?

[quickly debates how he'll answer that and decides to be honest] In your wardrobe. Or rather your future incarnation's.

[begins to grin] You did have some...interesting items in there.

[frowns] Oi, what've you been doing in there?

[and then, a bit defensively] I've had a lot of companions!

[a light shrug as he has a seat besides the Doctor] I needed a change. My other robes were soiled thanks to some spilt alcohol and he offered the use of the wardrobe. Of course I obliged.

And that I am well aware of. After seeing the sheer amount of clothing you have stored away, I can only imagine how many helpers you might have had. Do they normally make a habit of leaving their belongings behind? That's hardly tidy of them.

Edited 2009-12-16 03:46 (UTC)

[raises an eyebrow] Any special occasion for the drinking?

...Depends on the circumstances, but I'm not one to complain about tidiness.

[glowers] A trial, one that I need to go to, but don't wish to.

And from what I can remember, tidiness was never your bag, was it?

Exactly! [and then he frowns--he really has been out of the loop] A trial? What for?

Why, the Morbius incident, Doctor.

[stares] That's not your fault. You shouldn't have to...[and he's interrupted by another bout of disorientation, reaching out to Straxus for support]

[and he catches him! more out of surprise than anything, but he catches him] What's wrong? Did something happen to you?

[he shakes his head, giving Straxus a grateful look] I dunno. Like I told Oliver...it's a bit like something's mucking about with my sense of Time.

[helps steady the Doctor] Oliver, who is--no, that doesn't matter. What could be interfering with that particular sense? It certainly isn't anything here; I feel just fine.

[spots the tarot card and frowns] Oh. You've got one of those.

[appreciates that; the moment seems to have passed, and he goes back to his drink] Yeah, I think it's got something to do with the card.

[and then, a thought occurs to him] Hang on. How'd you get into my Tenth's TARDIS in the first place? Wouldn't you have to have a merger for that sort of thing?

[thinks of his own card he has stored in his trouser pocket.] Funny how a simple Earth thing such as this can cause so much trouble.

I had my doubts there as well, Doctor, but it turns out that all I had to do was meet him at a certain place and time and we could set off. His TARDIS, however, wasn't visible to me until the moment I stepped inside.

Oh, and there was something else. Just as the TARDIS was invisible to me, so was your tenth self from everybody else. I might as well have been talking to myself as far as they were concerned.

I've got the feeling it's not all it seems to be.

[nods] Ah. Bit different from my mergers with Omega and Dorothy, then. [and you're the first person he's mentioned that to, congrats, Straxus]

[mutters] Perhaps not.

[have an arch of his eyebrow] With Omega and Dorothy? [and follow that up with an amused smirk] No wonder you're here.

[smiles wryly, and pours himself another drink] You've got no idea. I've been in his universe, Straxus. I've felt them. [and there goes that drink, all at once.]

I certainly do have an idea. They're in my universe as well, in case you've forgotten. [frowns as he watches the Doctor down that drink] But I do see your point.

[he's rather unstable right now, really, and the disorientation on top of it isn't helping, but he's trying not to show it. so have a forced grin, Straxus]

Least I can pop into Ertikus' garden whenever I want. Can't go any further than that, but it's nice to just...and I've got Dorothy. Sort of. Can't actually take her anywhere, but she still gets to see the TARDIS. [and you know, he's terrified that she'll change her mind and reject him like Rose did]

[doesn't return the grin] That doesn't sound fair at all though, Doctor. Mere hints of what your universe used to be like before the War and a helper who can't accompany you in your travels...it all sounds terribly cruel to me.

[which is exactly why he's trying so hard to get himself drunk] I've had worse days. 'Sides, it's nothing I don't deserve. [distraction tactic go!] Enough about me, though, tell me about this trail thing.

[pours himself a drink of fruit brandy] Things will change and perhaps those mergers will--[gestures vaguely; he isn't very knowledgeable on this subject he feels]--broaden or change. Perhaps you will be able to travel with Dorothy. I'm sure she's got plenty of trees she could teach you to climb or whatever it is that she does. As for Lord Omega...well, hopefully you won't do anything else to anger him.

The trial is...a nuisance, and I'm not keen on returning any time soon just so I can be blamed for something I had no control over. I will not be their scapegoat. [sounds very bitter when he says that]

Edited 2009-12-16 21:05 (UTC)