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]

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Lucky you that time stands still so long as you're here.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

That's... certainly useful. [dodging? what dodging?]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not to you, Peylix. I just got rid of your escape hatch. Well, then?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[a sigh] I remember being a child in the Capitol, being accepted into the Academy, and all of my time since then.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, failing grade for that summary! Hell, I'd give that the lowest rank possible.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[deadpan] Hilarious.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I bet it would be to your boyfriend.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[:|] I don't have a boyfriend.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Peylix, I remember a number of things about a little experiment that I got involved with. One thing I remember? You have a boyfriend. You most certainly have a boyfriend.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[flushing] You can't possibly know that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Liar liar, face on fire, stick your head in Rassilon's---well, this is fast becoming inappropriate for our target demographic. Point is, you're getting a failing grade in lying, too!

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[stubbornly] You don't have any evidence.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why would I need evidence? I know and you know. And, I hope, Rass knows, because otherwise that's just illegal, even on our decadent and corrupt home world. And boring, I would think. Really, really dull.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[automatically] He doesn't like to be called that. [pauses and shakes his head, still highly embarrassed] You needn't concern yourself about what Rassilon knows.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, come on, Peylix. Don't be shy. I did it when I was your age.

[making a face] Oh! That is so disturbing to say to a man millennia your senior.

[and now apparently forgetting his horror] Point is, it isn't anything to be ashamed of. 'Rass,' though, is an awful pet name. I'd have killed---[thinking better of it] Let's just say I'd never have let anyone get away with it. But that's his shame, my Lord Founder, not yours.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

It's not about shyness, it's about other people involving themselves in things that doesn't concern them.

No one else does get away with it. If he is going to insist on calling me 'Omega', though, I don't feel particularly inclined to stop using his nickname.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And that's all gossip I already know. So what do I do with you? An Omega who is not even a Time Lord. How can you be useful?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

You don't do anything with me. I am perfectly capable of deciding what to do with myself.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Probably, but I don't think that's necessary, do you? You're more vulnerable than you'll be, but you aren't as useful.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[flatly] Sorry to have disappointed you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're forgiven.

[a pause]

I wonder. But that relies on your instability, doesn't it? Oh, wait, I know. Peylix, the names 'Theta Sigma' and 'Koschei' wouldn't happen to be familiar to you? Not asking if you know them, of course you shouldn't. But do they feel familiar?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

I--[he pauses, a look of confusion passing over his features. Something about them /is/ almost familiar, something in the back of his mind. But the moment passes, and he shakes his head, frowning.] No. At least, I don't think so...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[but the Master sees it, and when he presses the point it is coaxing, not pushing, to ease the confirmation out] What about... oh, I don't know. The Scintillans?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[that gains more of a reaction from him, and what he says is almost automatic]

They're dead.

[he shouldn't know that, though, and his mind immediately tries to rationalise that knowledge away]

Or I'm fairly certainly they are, at any rate. It been some time since I studied lower cultures.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That's... very interesting. And Koschei and Theta did sound familiar, didn't they? Now I wonder what that means. One option is that your current memories are being suppressed and these past ones are being brought over it. Could be, too, that on top of that, this 'Peylix' is constructed from how you remember yourself being. And we can't expect much accuracy in that after all you've been through.