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[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[It seems as though the plane has a new visitor! Meet Gwen Cooper; dark hair, wide eyes, and why, yes, she is staring up at the strange hole in the sky with a look on her face somewhere between drooling amazement and abject horror.

She may also be muttering some near indistinguishable words to herself. After what she's looking at now, talking to oneself in public is certainly the least of her worries.]

Oh, this is brilliant, yeah? Leave it to my life, just tryin' to make sure no one gets maimed on a Saturday night, and I end up... here. Where ever here is, anyway.

[She takes a deep breath and examines her surroundings. She's probably taking this just a tad better than she would even have expected.]

I'm startin' to think we need a handbook. Don't press mysterious buttons, don't go down dark alleyways on your own, and don't go explorin' mysterious shops without backup.

This must be what's on the other side of the Rift. Only a matter of time, you end up on the wrong side of the very thing you've been fightin' for two years. Must have been what Mum meant when she said “Don't play with fire, Gwen, or you'll get burned.”

'Course, at the time she was referrin' to Rhys, but a lot has changed since then.

[She crosses her arms and taps her foot, finally taking her eyes off the sky to look around.]

So, anyone interested in tellin' me what's goin' on around here?

Comments

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

You're in another dimension, kid.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Well, I suspected as much.

[And with a good look up and down...]

You live here, then?

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

No, kid, I'm a visitor, just like you. [takes a drag from his cigarette]

Suppose this is your first time here?

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[She nods, crossing her arms.]

Yeah. One minute I was in a shop, next I was here. That generally the way it happens?

[wontplaythesap.livejournal.com]

That's right.

Seems you've fallen into a hole in time. Ain't my sort of specialty, kid, but it's how the world's lookin' for people like you and me.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

This is apparently a meeting place for various worlds called the Astral Plane, it's suppose to be an experiment of some sort, and you can go home by thinking about it. That's pretty much the basics.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

... Oh, okay.

[That's straightforward enough, isn't it?]

Do you have any idea how I wound up here to begin with?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

The Twins wanted you to be part of the experiment, so they dragged you here. At least that's my guess. We don't know why they chose who they do but they seem to enjoy seeing how we react. No one knows much about this place beyond that.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

So, this is some kind of universal social experiment, then?

Should have known those twins were more than they seemed. If they want us here so bad, why do they let us go home?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[for the first time in a long time, Sebastian is not found with a glass of wine but instead is sitting in a chair, with a book!! There is still his teddy bear in his lap, and he looks over at Gwen as she talks, smiling]

All I know is that some people say it's experiment. I myself have not felt as if I have been experimented on, but perhaps the experimenters are very subtle. Quite unlike most people I know who have anything to do with science. How do you do?

[it is THE perfect Oxford accent. You could kidnap him to deliver for the BBC and no one would bat an eye]

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[Her eyebrows raise as she takes a look at the man with the bear and the book. At least it's an accent she recognizes, but that doesn't really tell her much about where she is.]

Uh, er, fine, thanks. At least, I guess I'm fine. And if this is an experiment, that means someone's runnin' it, yeah? You know who's in charge here?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Apparently, those charming little porcelain twins. Lapis and Lazuli, I think their names were. I haven't a particular talent for names. And there's also that young woman - lovely face, I think, but dreadful taste in clothing - named - ah, what was it? - Meredith Sault? Yes, that was it!

[he closes his book and gets to his feet, because it is only proper to do so for a lady. He picks up his teddy while he's at it]

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Hah, yeah, charmin's not quite the word I would use here.

[In reaction to his standing up, Gwen offers her hand in greeting.]

I'm Gwen Cooper. Any chance I can talk to this Meredith Sault woman?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Yay! Fresh meat]

We're in a giant zoo; you're food for the lions- you should've said goodbye to Rhys when you have the chance, sorry about that.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[Awe, Juni, you're always so pleasant.]

I'm confused, not stupid. What're you playin' at?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She holds up her hands and chuckles; continuing her streak of being utterly lovely]

My apologies, just a little test to check if you're ready for this place- obviously you are.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[That gets a bit of an eyebrow raise from Gwen]

Interestin' induction. You tell that to all the newcomers?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Just rent a horror picture and you can learn all those sorts of lessons anyway.

But all this is the Plane. Dimensional meeting place of sorts, different universes and timelines converging, all that nonsense. Working with Torchwood, I'm sure that's nothing entirely new to you lot.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[She's looking at him about the same way she's was looking at that thing in the sky a few moments before.]

Doctor?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's unfazed by this for the time being at least, in fact he's pretty calm in general right now]

Not exactly, but close enough. This place seems to draw quite a lot of people from our world.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[Gwen is even more confused at this point.]

What the hell do you mean "not exactly?" Far as I know, there's only one man with that face where I come from.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[squints looking at you Gwen, because you look like someone she's met before]

...Gwyneth?

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[A tilt of the head backatcha, because doesn't this girl look familiar...?]

Just Gwen, actually. Gwen Cooper. You're Rose Tyler, aren't you?

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

I am, yeah.

[but she's still checking you out Gwen]

But you, sorry for asking, but you haven't got an old Cardiff family you can date back to the 1800s or anything, have you?

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

[Have a suspicious eyebrow raise, Rose.]

Yeah, I do, actually. Don't you remember askin' me that question before?