06. Variables

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Everyone's favourite Time Lord Founder has, one again, decided to grace the Plane with his presence. Only... something is not quite right about him now. For one thing, he's not wearing the heavy robes of his station -- rather, he has a set of loose robes that look eerily similar to those that the students of the Academy wear. He also look completely baffled as to how he managed to get here at all, and is slowly turning a circle, staring at the 'sky'.]

If this is your idea of a practical joke, Rassilon, I'm not impressed. If I miss my Chronological Studies lecture, Cardinal Luvis is going to have my hide; you know he's been looking for any reason to have me expelled.

[His words are spoken in a crisp, if very archaic, Capitoline accent.]

...Rassilon? I'm sure devising a way to teleport me into someone's observatory is amusing to you, but it is growing old rather quickly.

[When no response is forthcoming, 'Omega' begins to look worried, and glances around, noting the random collection of structures on the Plane. This is definitely not an observatory.]

I don't even-- Rass?



[OOC: Experiment time! Omega has been regressed into his 130-year-old self called Peylix, fresh from receiving his failing 'omega' grade and still a few years from graduating the Academy. He's still a brilliant scientist, but is mostly known for the grade he received and his dangerous ideas, and as a result, is much less sure of himself than he eventually will be. (He also really doesn't like to be called Omega.) Have fun traumatising him! >3]

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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[looks surprised for a moment, then smiles wryly] Oh, they won't expel me. Not yet, at least. They feel public failure and denying me any rank is more shaming. It's more making sure that I don't do anything else to attract the Cardinals' attention.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[sarcastically] No, that wouldn't do at all, would it? They're only silly old Cardinals.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

Silly old Cardinals with the power of the Pythia behind them. I don't fancy being thrown into one of the gladitorial Games, thank you very much.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

For writing something like that? Oh don't be ridiculous.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[a sigh] The writing of it was an act of defiance. It gained their attention, and all of the unpleasantness that that entails.

[he pauses, then continues, a bit embarassed.] I'm not Rassilon; I don't have the ability to talk my way out of any situation, as he does.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he's secretly enjoying hearing all this first hand.]

You don't have to be Rassilon. You have your own charms you can rely on. Perhaps his technique is not meant for you.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[gathering blackmail material on your Founder, Straxus?]

My talents lie in science, not politics, and I don't pretend to be good at the latter.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[knowledge is power, after all~]

Politics itself is a science. Knowing when to speak and about what, as well as when to remain silent... You will learn. We all do.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[a wry laugh] When you put it like that, it sounds vaguely ominous.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Does it? [shrugs. did he mean it to, or not? it's a mystery!] Well, I should say you'll learn a lot sooner than I will.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

I suppose I shall have to, yes. [doesn't look very pleased by this idea. politicians, man.]

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

It's not a matter of whether you should or not. It's simply a fact. You are in my past, Peylix. Far, far in the past for me and so much so, that I haven't even been born yet.

But let us not think on that now. The Plane is a place where we can leave such things as politics, and more importantly the Academy, behind.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[he nods, then glances around the Plane]


Speaking of the Plane... what else is here?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

All sorts of things to while away your time. The bar is quite popular and possesses alcohols from all across the universe and then some. There is a library of Earth origin, if the books are anything to to judge, a forest, ballroom, kitchen, and several other random pieces of scenery.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

And these places have just... appeared here? It is an odd location for a forest, after all.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Well, they were here when I first arrived, so I cannot say one way or another.