it's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on

[didorothy]

[It really isn't much of a change, is it? DI Tyler looks a bit confused and out of place.]

[Not like we haven't seen this a hundred times before.]

...Right. What the Hell have I been doing for the last year?

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[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[AHAHAHAHA- I mean yes. Chris is staring.

Staring.

Pause.

...Anddddd hug!]

Boss! About bloody time!

[....erm. Letting go now.] Sorry, boss. Were a bit excited.

[didorothy]

[Wow, physical contact that isn't violent! Sam ... tolerates it, surprised as he is, and steps back] It's... it's all right, Chris. God. [He pinches the bridge of his nose.] What the hell happened? It's been a year and I didn't even think of this place. Jesus Christ.

[Aww look, he's shell-shocked by a scenery change! Again!]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex is standing there, her arms crossed and a nasty look in her eyes because... Well, let's just say, around here, she knows that face and it doesn't belong to Sam Tyler.]

Well, if you don't know the answer to that, you're in a world of trouble, aren't you?

[didorothy]

[It wouldn't be the first time he's had someone act aggressively at him because of the Master.]

Yeah, Diva's probably going to cut me. Twice. And then drink my blood until I'm made one of her Chevalier. God, and Hunt's going to break my ribs for forgetting it all. Why can't anyone who likes me not hurt me? [That, for the record, was addressed at the ceiling. It isn't like he expects Alex to answer.]

[Oh yeah, Alex! He should give her his attention back.]

Sorry, who are you?

[gotitwrong]

[You would not believe it, but Ray is actually mildly pleased to see you, Sam. And oh my god Scribbles I am pleased like no tomorrow.]

Finally decided to stop bein' a twonk, eh, Tyler?

[didorothy]

[Oh Deroo, I live to troll you.]

I do my best, DS Carling. Care to give me an update on what I missed? I asked Chris, but... [But, well. It's Chris.]

OMG. JUST. OMG.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Since I don't think Nine actually knows that Sam and the Master look the same, you are going to have an equally confused Doctor on your hands, Sam. Granted, he doesn't feel like a Time Lord, but Nine can't exactly trust his fuzzy senses on that.]

Blimey, another one? 'Course, it makes sense if my self's got three versions...

[didorothy]

[Sam, in contrast, has met Nine before, albeit a different Ninth Doctor.]

Sorry, but what are you on about?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[LONG DISTANCE RUN TACKLE.]

Sam!!!

[There is a crazy attached to you now Sam. No, not that crazy. No, not that one, either.] Knock knock!

[didorothy]

[OH GOD HE WAS JUST TACKLED BY A BATSHIT WOMAN IN A HARLEQUIN OUTFIT.]

[WHY.]

[WHY IS THIS HIS LIFE? WHY????]

Get off of me, Harleen! Christ, I get enough broken bones from my DCI. I don't need them from psychopaths dressed up like clowns.

[Sam stops to consider how horribly backwards that statement is.]

[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

[oh poor Sam. he has no idea what he's in for...]

A year? Don't know about you, sunshine, but it sure as hell wasn't a year since the last time I saw you. [takes a look at his clothing, her eyebrows furrowing slightly] Though you were a little less...retro. [hmm, curious. then again, she might have, albeit unconsciously, processed the difference in accent as well, but one thing at a time! fashion >>>>> accent and dialectical differences in her book.]

So. [purses her lips] Going to tell me there's something still on my back, are you? Go on. I bet you're just itching to say something then scarper again!

[didorothy]

[On the list of things he would not miss about the Astral Plane, being mistaken for the Master is really high up there.]

Look, I don't know you, we've never spoken, and I wouldn't know anything about what you put on your back. DI Sam Tyler, Greater Manchester Police, A Division.

[He really doesn't want to say 'and I'm not the Master.' Honestly, Sam would rather have an evil alternate universe version of himself ruining his name. Maybe, hope against hope, that's why Donna is treating him this way.]

Brb. Mun is squeeing herself hoarse.

[lamb_of_gold]

...Sam?

[OH GOD HE HOPES...]

:D

[didorothy]

The one and only. Unless there's another of me that no one's brought up yet. It's been a bit, hasn't it?

[But he is smiling. He missed Mu, and frankly, it's nice to not have someone confusing him for the Master, too.]

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[Hey Sam, how tired are you of people going 'wtf Master'? Well guess what, here's one more.]

Well, you certainly look familiar.

[didorothy]

[Oh for Christ's sake---]

[Sam pinches the bridge of his nose] I'm not the Master.

[They don't make alcohol strong enough to counter this.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor has been busy but you know what? This is a great reason to be on the Plane. He stops and looks before a giant grin comes to his face.]

Sam! Oh, blimey, that's- [He laughs and comes up to him.] Come here, you gorgeous human. [And now Sam is locked in a hug of love and death.]

[didorothy]

[HELP. HE CANNOT BREATHE.] Get off, you're suffocating me. [Oh but is he grinning? Maybe a little.] Bloody aliens don't know their own strength.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[JUST SCREAMS]

Sitting on your arse and being a pain in mine.

:DDDDDDD?

[didorothy]

[Oh joy. One of the not-reunions he was most looking forward to.]

Helpful, Guv. Really helpful.

[dci-jim-keats.livejournal.com]

[Hello curve ball. Hello the mother of all freaking curveballs]

Working, I would imagine. As any fit DI ought to be.

[Why yes. Yes, we do want to throw you for a row]

[didorothy]

[Okay, now THIS is new. Slam-tackle reunions that have left him out of breath? Yes. People mistaking him for the Master? Also yes. People immediately knowing what, if not who, he is? No. Even Alex didn't identify him until a bit later.]

[Forgive DI Tyler his wariness.]

Not quite what I meant, but yeah. How did you know?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[hey, meet someone who doesn't know Sam or any version of the Master who looks like him]

Haven't the foggiest, though I have had bloody awful days when I wake up and ask myself the same thing. You look like you could use a drink. There's a pub about here somewhere.

[didorothy]

[He can't help but grin at that.] What year are you from? Pub's the same place it was last year?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[...EEEE WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN

the Doctor is going to stare for a bit, and then beam]

Making people brood, mostly.

[didorothy]

[This happened RIGHT NOW JUST TO MAKE PEOPLE KEYBOARD SMASH.]

I haven't---[it hits him, and he isn't quite sure what to say.] Not you, I hope.

[virginaesthetic.livejournal.com]

[Here Sam, have a Japanese school girl- erm, boy- erm- Japanese school kid.]

Ah, if you have amnesia, you should see a doctor.

[didorothy]

I have bad luck with doctors. [Wait, notice the person in front of you. ...so androgynous! Wow, they sure make boys pretty in Japan.]I mean... Thanks, but I can handle it.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

[Merlin misses the point.

WHOOSH.]

Right, you know, most people would probably be more concerned about the standing in nothingness thing. Though a missing year is probably about as important.

[didorothy]

Not that worried. I've done the standing-on-nothing thing before.

[You know, even in a world of madmen, Sam does an impressive job of not seeming sane]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Master-sama, you don't look well. [and before Sam can protest Tamaki drops and comes back with some tea and a table and chairs] You should sit and have some tea to help in your recovery.

[didorothy]

I am not the Master. [And then Sam stops, because that's very nice of Tamaki] But, uh. Ta.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[The dramatic grand finale!

Argentine is here, polishing a small locket in his hands. He looks at Sam for a moment.]

At least it is only a year.

[didorothy]

[Sam just... looks at Argentine.] I'm sorry?

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

Last three, you mean.

[One day Chris will get the hang of time lines.

...Okay, no he won't.]

[didorothy]

[exasperated, because Chris is Chris] No, I don't---[wait] ...Chris. Why do you look like you walked out of the 1980s?

/spams >>

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[fortunately, as d!Five pointed out, Damon has no idea what the latest incarnation of the Master looks like. So he is confused by something a bit more relevant.]

You don't remember?

[didorothy]

No, I do, I just---I didn't. Or I couldn't think about it. I know what I've been doing the last year. I don't know why I didn't do anything here.

/SCREAMS

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{oh my she has been dreaming about this, but she expects it to be some kind of cruel, cruel joke. So she approaches very tentatively, holding her hand out to Sam. Also looking like she's going to cry}

...Sam? It is you, isn't it?

:) :) :)

[didorothy]

[Oh, Christ, the reunion he has the most fears about.]

Yeah, 'fraid so.

[He takes one step forward, then stops.]

I didn't want to. I didn't---I didn't have a choice.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

You were gone for a year, huh? It's pretty easy to forget about this place when you have, uh...stuff going on at home. I wasn't here for a few years, but no one seemed to notice.

[didorothy]

I didn't think it had been a few years here. The oddest bit is a couple of my colleagues at home can come here too, and they tell me I just up and forgot it all.

This space is now reserved to say I got an A+ on a Trig exam while writing this tag.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River is - almost ghostlike, for a moment there, walking and slipping on and off the Plane without apparent pattern. It's one of those days, when one small crew on one small ship gets even smaller, and Simon makes hiw worried doctor faces at her, and she makes faces of her own back. She thinks it's a game, but sometimes it's not, and sometimes he doesn't, and the whole crew's playing but they don't realise.

She's hiding now, hide and seek. That's why she's here, she thinks, because it's the one place she can hide that Simon can't seek. She thinks. The boundaries get confused, and sometimes she's ready for Simon to find her again, and so she returns, but it's loud there, too loud. Right now isn't one of those times, though, because she's spotted Sam. And he's new, but not, and he catches on her mind like cloth on the edges of things. So she approaches, eyes bright and cheerful because they're just playing a game.]

We'll need better places to hide.

[STRATEGIES, SAM. Standing out in the open isn't a very good one unless you're the seeker.]

Moral: write tags, get great grades!

[didorothy]

[Fortunately for Sam, exposure to Cy has made him that much better at handling crazy mind readers. Not that he realizes he's with one yet. He's a bit wary, but she seems mostly harmless.]

[...Mostly.]

What are we meant to be hiding from?

hiiiii

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, Sam, someone who won't confuse you for being the Master if only because he knows his Self and obviously you are not him. Besides that, the clothes are a dead giveaway. The Master takes a deep breath, one eyebrow raising at the conflicting scents bold, masking and then gone. One is very distinctive though. Ew, seventies.

He sneers in his direction and goes back to eating whatever he's recently begun to devour.]

You smell like a bad cop show.

[didorothy]

[Here's a new scent: fear. Sam knows exactly who is in front of him. He takes one step back - his fingers touches his throat, almost reflexive (this is the man who killed him, this is the man who murdered his friends) and his free hand reaches for a gun that isn't there. Because Sam may live in a bad cop show, but he doesn't like to act like one.]

And you smell like a trash bin.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[Barbara is on her way somewhere or other, and slows down as she glances up at him; wryly] Not slaughtering a bunch of people and stuffing them in the onsen, by any chance?

[didorothy]

My DCI has some tolerance for breaking the rules, but I think even he'd take my badge for something like that.