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[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[so have a Bernice Summerfield, newly arrived and looking around the place, rather unimpressed over all]

Right. So I believe this is the bit where I address whoever it is that may have brought me to...whatever this is here. While it's very flattering to get whisked away on an unexpected holiday to ... a very elaborate [spots a misplaced constellation] very inaccurate, very expansive variety of observatory, I would ask that you kindly instruct me on the how the hell to get out of this place.

[when there is still no answer, Benny falls back into that lovely habit of just talking to thin air]

Really, this isn't any desire to be rude. Normally I would probably love to have a go around this place. Don't think I didn't spot the Coliseum you have set up there as well as that early 20th century cinema. Top-notch, really. As it were though, I am just a bit busy at the moment. Things to do, people to see, all that nonsense.

[pause, and still nothing. Sigh. Benny is starting to feel just a tad irritable now, and it can be heard in her voice, which she is doing her best to keep casual and carefree]

And if the man behind the curtain here turns out to be Anson, well, I will have to hand it to you that you've definitely gone above and beyond what I normally expect of you. So now that this part is over with, you've done the entire disorienting the archaeologist bit, perhaps you could let me know which way to the exit.

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[collector]

[very softly, very quietly, holding two cups of tea]

I didn't expect you to notice the astrological errors. Well done, Bernice. Well done indeed.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Brax?

[and she rushes over, setting the tea aside and actually giving him a hug, because...wth? She lets go of him though and actually looks him over]

You look...you look well. You really do look quite good.

[the way she says well makes it sound like it's the most bizarre condition he could possibly find himself in, and she's very clearly thrown by this fact. She backs up a step, putting some more space between them]

[collector]

[Despite having good reason to expect something like this, the hug makes him appropriately awkward. He tries to pat her on the back in a vaguely comforting way, balancing his tea all the while.]

Yes, Bernice. I'm not locked up with Philistine thugs. It does wonders for one's constitution.

[He sets his tea down across from hers.]

You should sit. We have a great deal to discuss.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

How do you mean you're not locked up anymore? What did - how did...

[she swallows. This is way too bizarre and quick and unexpected. She feels a little ill and finally sits down]

I think you're actually right. Sitting would be a very good idea. [she looks into the tea almost suspiciously] I would ask if you have something stronger, but I'm not even sure if you're really you or this entire scenario is just someone playing with my mind. And while the courtesy is a really nice touch, and the tea, fantastic, I think I'll have to say thanks but no thanks. [and she pushes the tea back towards Brax]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Hey look, it's one of Brax's people -- the sort that looks like the Doctor and sounds like a certain archaeologist's father. (Seriously, the narration's mind = blown.)]

As it is not intended to be an observatory, I doubt very much that the keepers of this place care for the accuracy of the stars.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[the voice startles her and before she can stop herself]

...Dad? [she stops short though as she sees this is in fact not her father.] I - I'm sorry. You sounded like someone I know. Well, clearly you had, because who goes about shouting 'Dad' randomly without a reason. A madwoman, probably..

[she pauses, pushing the anxiety down. Snap out of it, Bernice. As she evaluates the situation more, it is very bizarre that someone with her fathers voice would be in this strange place she found herself. She looks at Omega with a fair amount of suspicion]

Yes, right, well now that I have made an absolute fool of myself rambling, we have more than proven you are in no way, shape or form my father. So would you mind saying who you might be and where I've found myself?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[...Omega just stares for a moment, completely thrown. It's not every day that you get mistaken for someone's dad, of all things. But he recovers, straightening slightly and matching Bernice's suspicion with his own look of Time Lord superiority™. (Superiority is, of course, a Time Lord's default state.)]

Given the number of individuals in the universe, such a phenomena is not unusual. This is the Astral Plane.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[oh that look is way too familiar.(ILU ♥) Benny laughs, but it's only half in good humor with just the tiniest traces of something slightly unhinged and exhausted.]

Oh, don't even try that one on me. Yes, maybe the odds are very likely that two people might share similar voices. But what exactly are the odds of stumbling upon someone that just happens to have your dad's exact voice?

I still have heard nothing, sob. ONE MORE DAY.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Hello, Benny. Have a Doctor. Who is gaping. And completely at a loss for words. Well, sort of. Ish.] You have got to be kidding. Brax is gonna love this. [not that the Doctor doesn't, but that's beside the point]

What is wrong with you??? *punts*

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Not the most impressive greeting I've ever had in my life, I have to say. I really shouldn't be surprised that Brax would have something to do with all this.

SKOOL IS EVIL that's what. D:

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[laughs] Brax hasn't got anything to do with it, except for the fact that he pops in to mock me every once in awhile, among other things. [his tone is fond, yes. silly older brothers.] I'm glad you turned up though. It's been a long time.

*punts skool*

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Has it? Funny, but I haven't the foggiest who exactly you are, which isn't to say we haven't met, just probably a symptom of time travel.

So, how would you say we are meant to know each other?

[oliverplus]

I don't know who Anson is, but I wouldn't worry about this being their fault. You saw the twins and Meredith, right? They're the ones you should be talking to. Well, if you can get them to listen.

But hey, welcome to the Astral Plane! You're joining a whole ton of us who just showed up here one day for no apparent reason. I'm Oliver, by the way. [gives her a friendly wave]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Well, if I can't get them to listen right away, I'll just have to keep trying. Brutal persistence can be a very good strategy, I've found.

[sigh, friendly waves are disarming, and she gives a small half resigned but friendly one back] Benny. Would've preferred meeting under better circumstances, but what can you do? Now, a "whole ton" of us show up here mysteriously, is there any particular reason or...is it just like some really bizarre cosmic lottery.

[oliverplus]

That's a good attitude to have! Especially around here.

Nice to meet you, Benny! And I know what you mean. But you've got me there. I guess we're part of some bizarre cosmic experiment, but none of us has the real answers, unfortunately. Just, some people show up on the Plane--some more than once, actually--and others don't.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Just what I hope to be known for, my fantastic attitude.

Sorry, yes, great to meet you too, Oliver. But would you care to tell me, what sort of bizarre cosmic experiment have I found myself in this time? I would like to at least have an idea what I should be expecting.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[eyes her with a faint smile, hands clasped loosely behind his back] Our hosts don't seem to care much for accuracy; or they could be imitating an entirely different universe altogether.

I think you'll enjoy it, otherwise. There are bits and pieces from various times and placed, very nice for an archaeologist.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Or "our hosts" could have their attention elsewhere and let themselves get sloppy as far as that bit is concerned.

Will I? Yes, because I do so enjoy being pulled into whatever this is meant to be. I'm sorry, but you said "our hosts." You were brought here as well?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

A very likely theory.

[wry smile] Well, you may as well make the best of it, hmm? I was brought here some time ago. I try to see it as a unique opportunity.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

Ohh, you're an archaeologist, are you? Good luck finding anything here, sunshine. Unless you've got equipment or whatever that can get penetrate ground like this. [taps her foot a couple times]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Really, the only thing I'm concerned with finding right now would be a way out. So, unless that is somewhere below those...those are very nice shoes. Really, really nice. I'm going to have to find a pair next time I - nevermind, sorry, focus Bernice. Right, yes, back on topic, how would I find a way out of here? The quicker the better, if you wouldn't mind.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[she grins, glad to find a kindred spirit when it comes to shoes!]

First thing's first. [she holds her hand out] I'm Donna, and...you're Bernice, right? You were just talking to yourself so I hope that's not assuming too much.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

You are...Bernice, aren't you?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[skeptical] I am.

[and then a moment passes and she laughs ruefully] Yes, right, of course you would know that. After all, I didn't land wherever this is accidentally.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

No, it's not quite like that. I just believe we have met before, is all. I couldn't be sure whether this is accidental or not, though.