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[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[And just like that, someone pops up onto the plane, whistling away. Rather, he was whistling. He's not anymore. No, see, winding up in a completely nonsensical place instead of the inside of a shop will usually kill any tune you've got]

Well...this is a first. [He takes a quick look at his rear and, yup. The street just isn't there anymore.] I hope this isn't supposed to mean I've gone off my nut now. Oh blimey, now that would be a right mess, wouldn't it? Have a hard time explaining this one, I would indeed.

[He reaches into his trench coat and pulls out his glasses, putting them on and taking a good sweep of the place. He spots the flyers and, going back to whistling, walks over and picks one out. He gives it a good few reads, even chuckling a little]

Right, that's quite enough of that I think. [He pockets the flyer and starts walking off to find someone] Let's have ourselves a gander and see if we can't get a logical explanation for all this.

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[gotitwrong]

[Hi Keats. Say hello to Ray circa 1975. He's not quite the man you're used to, if the different style of dress, the short cut hair, and the long scar running under his right eye and down his face is any indication.]

Ain't a logical explanation for this, buddy.


[A rare moment where Ray is feeling sociable. Yes. Plus I couldn't resist.]

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

No offense but I'm hard pressed to bel-[Wow. No really, wow. Struck silent really. Aren't you supposed to be kicking back in Heaven there, Ray...

No. No, not you. You're different, aren't you? The clothes, the hair, the scar...

Yeah, he's just staring now.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray just sort of grins smugly.]

Problem?

[Ray is potentially seeing if he can start shit with a stranger. He seems normal enough, so he's going to test whether or not this is some super powered nutter.


Which probably isn't wise. But it's Ray, and he's gotta blow some steam.]

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Blink. Gives his head a little shake and plucks off his glasses] Sorry bout that. The damnedest thing really, but you look quite a bit like a former colleague of mine.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[You know who isn't Sam Tyler? Mr "I Dress Up Like Clergymen And Summon Daemons From Beneath The Earth" Master. But he does look like him.] I haven't heard anyone say 'gander' in at least a century. What year are you supposed to be from?

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Oh for the love of... There's an honest touch of confusion on his features, but only for a moment] And this just keeps getting curiouser and curiouser.

Can't say I was expecting to be getting questions when I was looking for answers. Especially peculiar ones such as that. All the same, nineteen eighty three.

Now just who are you supposed to be?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

By intention and existence, the Master. Now who are you? British, 1983, not particularly classy, in a suit. I hope you aren't another of those obnoxious police officers. I'm getting sick of having to kill them, and I don't get sick of killing easily.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

A finer start there never was, I'm sure. But at least you're blunt about it. No failing that.

DCI Jim Keats. And while it's my personal opinion that I'm by no means obnoxious, I suppose my bias invalidates it.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene's just gonna snort at that logic bit] Good luck.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[He had a retort. He did. But really. You just had to be here too, didn't you.



Perfect]

Oh, there hasn't been any of that yet. A pity, really.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene Hunt: Being a pain in your ass since 1973]

Right. Well don't expect any.

Who are you?

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't recognize? I guess that's why your attire looked a little, how we say...dated. He cracks a small little smile though. Oh, he's got plenty of luck it seems]

Oh, I don't know about that. It all depends on just what you define as luck, now doesn't it?

DCI Jim Keats.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris has an ice cream cone. This is really all you need to know about Chris.]

Thought it were drugs or sommat. Or maybe a gas leak. So that's normal.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[That's 3/5 thus far. My oh my, what a day this is turning out to be. Again, different clothes, different hair...]

I'm beginning to realize that normalcy has little to no place here. It certainly might seem like either of those, but it isn't really. That would be logical and as I understand it, this place defies logic.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Hang on, ice cream needs tending to. Melting is evil.]

Pretty much, yeah. Oh, uhm. [He sticks out his ice cream free hand and smiles.] I'm DC Chris Skelton. Don't worry. 'S not too bad here. Usually.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Yes it is Chris. It's a sin to let good ice cream go to waste. He grasps the offered hand and gives it a good shake]

You don't say. DCI Jim Keats. Seems to be a fair share of us coppers in this place.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Logical? Ne, there isn't really a logical explanation, though.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. Someone he doesn't recognize. At all. He was beginning to get worr-okay no he wasn't]

It sure does seem that.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately. But someone was nice enough to make those little pamphlets, which saves the people that have been here for a long time already some trouble.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Chris just sort of stares at him a moment. Because such a normal reaction to the Plane is more abnormal really.]

It's the middle of space. Don't see how there'd be that much logical 'bout that.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[..................There's two of you.

And you're definitely his Chris.

Have an awkward stare for like...a few seconds.]

Can't right blame a bloke for looking for some sense in all this. Particularly when it seems like sense keeps getting away from you.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Chris stares back. Then down at his clothes. Then wipes his hand across his face, because he can't think why else he'd be staring.]

Er... Yeah. Won't work, though. Trust me. I've been here a bit now, and I still don't make any more sense than it did before.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Why, hello there, Jim. Fancy meeting you here.]

As much as it pains me to say it, there isn't much that has to do with logic around here.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[And that's 4/5...well, 5/6 if you count two of Chris. What a mess that is.]

I'm inclined to agree with you at this point. What a mess this all is.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex takes no responsibility for the insanity here. She doesn't think she's mad enough to come up with this place.]

I'm DI Alex Drake. I take it this is your first visit to the Plane?