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[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[A strangely dressed man steps out onto the Plane, totally engrossed in a yo-yo. He's playing with it, watching it go up and down. Thankfully, he drops it. As he goes to pick it up, he starts looking around. He frowns, then shrugs and starts walking.]

Let's see ... Well, this is definitely strange. By my calculations, I should still be in the TARDIS, heading towards the 24th century. Normally, I'd just blame the randomizer but I was in the TARDIS. And that's a small problem. Just a tiny one but a problem nonetheless.

[He whips around, talking to something that's obviously not there]

K-9! Give me data on this area. When, where, those sort of things. [Pause. Well, K-9 isn't here. Whoops. That wasn't good. The Doctor pulls out a small white bag, opens it and starts munching on some jelly babies. After a while, the bag goes back into his pocket and...he starts yelling.]

Right. For anyone that can hear me or any grand celestial beings looking down on me, or Big Brother...I hope it's not Big Brother. I never really liked that book. It was too depressing and the inclusion of the book in the middle made no sense. [OH RIGHT, BACK ON TOPIC.] Right yes, anyone who's listening to me, hello! I'm the Doctor and I'd like to know the way home. I'll give you a jelly baby if you help me out-maybe even two. I'm feeling quite nice today.

...and could you please tell me where Romana is?

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, this bloke with ginormous ears is INCREDIBLY PLEASED to see you, Four! But he resists the urge to hug. For now.] Your Romana's right where you left her. There's another one wandering about somewhere, but she's Lady President Romana. 'Course, you never know who's going to turn up in a multidimensional nexus.

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[TIME LORD SENSES PING PING PING.] A multidimensional nexus? Well. This is strange. I don't think I've encountered one of those before.

And what do you mean 'another Romana'? Is this another time travel thing?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[:D] I mean it's another Romana. She's either from your future or from a different dimension completely, I'm not sure yet. You'll have to ask her yourself, Doctor.

By the way, you can get home just by thinking about it! And you'll wind up exactly where and when you left off. [he snaps his fingers, which is entirely unnecessary, and disappears from the Plane with a single step, reappearing a moment later]

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

Or, I could just ask you. You're obviously a Time Lord and you'd know which Romana she is. We're quite good at things like that. [He taps his head with his finger.]

[he watches INTENTLY.] But how do you get back here?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega has decided that the universe does (or at least the Twins do) indeed hate him. He's just going to scowl at the Doctor, arms crossed.]

The very last thing this place needs is more of you.

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Time Lord biology telepathy mojo goes here.]

...that can't be. You can't be here.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[arrogantly] And yet, here I am.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[someone is staring at you, Doctor! someone with ramrod posture and piercing eyes] Well. I thought we were overdo for another one. [his voice is wry, but not unfriendly] Welcome to the Astral Plane, Doctor.

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[blonde with black cricket outfit? you must be me.] Thank you, Doctor.

...I don't think black is our color, though.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, but it's practical. [significant glance at your scarf]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Doctor...?

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

Well. This is strange and wonderful and I love it.

How are you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[oh but she's pleased he recognises her]

I am well, Doctor. Travelling with your Eighth self.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master folds his arms. There is something slightly disorienting about talking to the face you killed.]

Has anyone ever told you pop up like daisies in a graveyard? And as to your last question, 'having an illicit affair with her bodyguard, her Chancellor, the head of the CIA, and/or her robot dog' were the last rumours I heard.

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[Not there at that point yet, neener neener neener]

Master?! You're...well, you're not crispy.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And you're not blond. Not like it's the first time our timestreams haven't been synchronized.

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[she spots this man from afar and suppresses a giggle. she remembers Romana's description of this version of the Doctor and can't help introducing herself--in a fashion, anyway.]

Oh, blimey, look at you! The curls, the scarf!--and that's one hell of a scarf. Romana wasn't kidding! How do you not trip over it?

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

I walk very carefully and take small steps. And, of course, I'm just naturally talented.

You've talked with Romana?

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

Sure you are, sunshine. [she's glad to know the ego hasn't gone anywhere]

I have, but it's been a while since I've seen her. Must be busy with her duties...

[oliverplus]

[for a long minute, he just stares. then his face breaks out in an expression of absolute delight and disbelief] Doctor! It's...it you!

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[this face, forever] Well of all the people I expected to see. Oliver! How are you doing?

[oliverplus]

I'm...I'm fine. [and he clearly wasn't expecting you to ask about him, as he's still too busy marvelling at your existence] I mean...you're here! This is fantastic!

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[...Three would be swallowed in that scarf. Swallowed whole. Where's the Doctor? Oh, she's not here because she tried on Four's scarf and hasn't been heard from since, sorry.

Moving on to more important, relevant, and oh, I don't know, IC things, the Doctor is holding out a brochure. Thank you, Brax, for making these because now there really is a useful way of doing this.]

You ought to be able to find the TARDIS from here on your own, a bit like how you got here.

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[Why this is weird. Four's having Time Lord ping moments as to who exactly Three is. But she's a giiiirl. Still, he takes the pamphlet.]

You must be somewhere along the lines of the Eleventh or something. I've never been a girl before.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Third, actually. Discrete timelines have a tendency to cross here - I'd imagine it's useful for gathering information.

And yourself?