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[There is a man on the Plane, but he looks more like a corpse. His face is gaunt and his body is nearly skeletal, as though he hasn’t eaten properly in years. His hair is long and untamed, and the tattered grey robes he’s wearing do nothing for his figure. Despite all this, however, he seems rather calm -- almost bored, in fact. His voice is hoarse when he speaks.]

This has to be the strangest nightmare I’ve had in a long time. Not that it’s much of a nightmare, mind you...

[shakes his head] Oh come on, drawing out the suspense isn’t going to make much of a difference, is it? Hurry up, I haven’t got all night -- well, I suppose I have, but that’s beside the point.

[then, he spies the booth of brochures, and picks one up] The Astral Plane? That’s a new one. If I wasn’t completely sure I was dreaming, I might think...wait a minute, there’s a kitchen?

[Sirius tosses the brochure aside and turns into an equally skinny (but very large) black dog, following his nose. When he arrives at the kitchen, he shifts back into human form, and stares.] Now I know it’s a nightmare. This is all going to be some sort of terrible trap, isn’t it?

Or I won’t actually be able to eat any of it, I’ve had that nightmare too... [he trails off, glancing around the kitchen suspiciously]

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[...Ah.

There's someone wandering into the kitchen for a cup of tea, and it doesn't take her long to make a few quick assessments - someone is very obviously Very Not All Right, so there's a pretty lady approaching him in a very friendly, open sort of manner.]

I've never had trouble ingesting the food.

[raises an eyebrow] You would tell me that, seeing as how you're obviously a figment of my imagination.

[Ouch. Someone's not adjusting well.

Three puts a kettle one while she talks, because even imaginary tea is always helpful. It is one of the main attributes of tea, being capable of making every situation just a little bit better.]

What's your name?

[frowns, because someone he dreamed up ought to know his name] Sirius Black. And yours?

I'm the Doctor.

[Don't mind her, she's just going to be finding some ingredients to put together some delicious sandwiches. She'd guess he's pretty far malnourished, and probably won't cling to any decision not to eat food that might be a dream or hallucination. At least, not for long.

So she lays out the first finished sammich on a plate conveniently close to him and doesn't touch it herself.]

Ah, you changed, how neat!

{Diva has been watching from the kitchen--she's drinking something that looks and smells like blood. I WONDER WHAT IT COULD POSSIBLY BE...}

Ne, are you a shapeshifter? Or...What was it called...A werewolf? But you look more like a dog, so I guess that's not quite it.

[That sandwich is pretty damn tempting. He pokes at it a bit, making sure it's solid, before nibbling on it. And then he's scarfing the whole thing down as quickly as possible. Which is probably a bad idea, but the Doctor wasn't wrong about how malnourished he is.]

[The blood doesn't help with the nightmare theory, Diva.] Animagus, actually. [curiously] Are you a vampire?

Animagus? I haven't heard of that.

{She drinks the rest of the blood, hoping off of the counter} I am. It's pretty obvious though, isn't it?

[That... may not be the past pace for him, no, but she offers him another one, still.

Mildly:] You might want to take this one slower, if you want it to stay down.

No? It means I can turn into an animal at will. Just one, though...I'm no Metamorphagus.

[he's amused by the second question] Just a bit. Though I thought vampires usually went for the neck. You're not exactly the stuff of nightmares drinking it like that. ...Not that I'm complaining.

{She smiles} I can go for the neck, and other parts, but that's not very nice, is it?

Ahh, but I don't really understand what a Metamorphagus is, either. You must be from a really different world from me.

No, no it isn't. [logically] And of course we're from different worlds, you're in my dream.

{She laughs} No, that's not quite it. It's real here. It's hard to believe, but it's true.

[he accepts it gratefully, and ignores the advice] What are you, some kind of -- oh. Right. What sort of name is "the Doctor," anyway? [and he's busy nomming again]

[frowns] It can't be real. There are only two explanations that make any sense...I've finally gone mad, or I'm dreaming. Since I think I've managed to stay relatively sane, I'm going with the latter.

A chosen one.

[And she sits down at the table, resting her hand in her chin for thoughtfultimes after she pours him a cup of milk to go with the sandwiches until the tea's ready.]

And Sirius - a reference to the Dog Star?

[She'll just carefully keep on neutral subjects for a little while, yes.]

That's what people always think when they first get here, though. You'll understand later!

[Remus is in the mood for a peaceful, quiet meal, and he figures he's more likely to get one on the Plane; he strides towards the kitchen with his mind on other things]

[Sirius is still sitting there, looking rather queasy from stuffing himself silly. But he doesn't even notice how ill he feels when he spots Remus. He stares, unable to form a coherent sentence, before shifting into Padfoot. He trots over to his old friend slowly, almost hesitantly, before sniffing his hand. Padfoot glances up at Remus, his expression conflicted. He smells real enough, but...]

[dubiously] Let's say I believed you for a minute...how did I get here, if it is real?

[usually, he'd have smelled the dog before he approached, at least heard his nails clicking against the constellations, but Remus is entirely too subsumed in his thoughts, in one of the few places he can afford to be

so he only notices the dog when he's right there, sniffing his skin, and he almost starts before glancing down

and his eyes widen, as he whispers]

Padfoot? [he'd know that dog, that scent anywhere - but he's so thin, so ragged...]

Well, the Twins brought you here. Or maybe Meredith. I'm not sure which one, really. But that's something that...no one knows, really. You just get to come to this place and meet people from all different worlds. It's fun. I think.

[there's a faint smile at that] The brightest star in Canis Major, yes. Are you an astronomy fan?

[The question is met with a whine -- and a nod. He morphs back into himself, before collapsing against Remus; just as thin and ragged as he was a moment ago.] ...Moony? [his voice is hesitant...if he's dreaming, he doesn't want to wake up]

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