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[bit_impossible]

[suddenly, without ceremony or the preceding sound of a blue police box tearing through and bending the very fabric of space and time, a tall, skinny figure in a pinstripe suit and long, brown coat appears on the Plane, but he is far too engaged in examining the object in his hand to notice where he is, or rather where he is now as opposed to moments ago.]

--o, no, this name is familiar, Harriet. Hold on, give me a mo'. Where have I seen it before...? [he pauses, tapping something in the theatre programme with increasing agitation until he suddenly exclaims:] Ah, I've got it! See, I knew I recognised that name! "Keri Vier"! Give little Keri another seven years and she'll start using the proper surname of her famous ancestor, Laurence--[he glances up just then, noticing that Harriet is definitely no longer with him]--oh.

[his eyes widen slightly as he glances around and removes his glasses, tucking them and the programme away into two separate pockets] Ohhh, I was just wondering if I'd get a chance to see this place again! Funny, that... Too bad that doesn't work when I really want to nip back to the TARDIS for something. [sniffs, then a broad smile spreads across his face as he gazes at all the stars around him] Blimey, would you look at this place?! Brilliant...it's absolutely brilliant! And--[he spins and spots something nearby]--oh, hello, what have we got here?

[heads over to an information kiosk, plucking one of the brochures up from the pile. after a moment of reading, he can't help feeling that there's something familiar to it, but he keeps to that himself] ..."The Astral Plane"? Oh come on, really? That's like saying--[but what it's like he doesn't get to say. his blood runs cold the second his eyes catch sight of another name he hasn't seen in a long time. a very, very long time.]

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[collector]

Like saying what?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Speaking of someone the Doctor hasn't seen in a very, very long time, have a Damon staring at you, Ten. Nobody's described you to him yet (or even told him there was a Tenth one -- hearing about Nine was bad enough), but it's not difficult to tell from the babbling.]

...Doctor?

[seriousmarauder]

[And a very large, very skinny black dog is watching the Doctor too, head tilted curiously.]

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Haha, you look as you've seen a ghost! Odd, considering how well you reacted to this place in general!

/spam x.x

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor merely rolls his eyes at his self.] Blimey, not another one. How many is it now, four? 'Course, four of you prolly equals one normal bloke, considering how skinny you lot are.

[bit_impossible]

[his eyes widen. Brax isn't the person he's expecting to see. like...ever.] Like "How did you get here?" for one.

No, no, no, wait, that isn't it. [that train of thought, sadly, has been permanently derailed] But really, how are you here? And is Broderick here as well? I'll have to say hello!

[bit_impossible]

[the presence of another Time Lord in the back of his mind is...well, it's sudden and jarring, but seeing which Time Lord it is eases that feeling. oh, it's so very odd!]

Damon? [begins to grin broadly] Blimey, is that really you? I mean, of course it's you!

[and to be sure, he hugs Damon nice and tight]

[bit_impossible]

[squats down] Hello boy! [holds his hand out] Do you belong to someone here?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[asdflkj Damon is rather startled by the hug, but he returns it after a moment, smiling] It's me, Doctor. ...Which regeneration are you, if you don't mind me asking? I've heard you're up to nine now, at least. [his tone is disapproving, mister]

[seriousmarauder]

[The dog shakes his head, and sniffs the Doctor's hand for a moment. Then he licks it, wagging his tail!]

[bit_impossible]

[quickly stuffs the brochure away in his pocket; casually] It's nothing, really. Happens all the time, in fact! Well, not this exactly. It's the first time I've found my way to a place like this--well, as far as I can remember, anyway.

So! [holds his hand] Hello there, I'm the Doctor, and you are?

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

{Rider grins, taking the Doctor's hand and shaking it vigorously}

Ahh, that explains it well enough! You are not the first Doctor here, my friend. But myself, those little papers have already introduced us, in a way. I am Alexander III of Macedon, and the current ruler of this Plane. A bit self imposed, I must admit, but I have met no opposition!

[bit_impossible]

[of all versions of himself he could see again, he definitely isn't expecting to see this one so soon!]

[wags a finger at him] Oi, you can talk! I'm not that much skinnier than you!

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Since he already has a suspicion on who this is, Narvin has decided that grumpiness is an appropriate response.]

Oh Rassilon, this is the last thing any of us need.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[crosses his arms] 'Course you are, you could -- hang on, did you say Harriet?

[bit_impossible]

[disapproving tone? what disapproving tone?] It doesn't matter, does it? I mean, I'm here, you're here, so--hold on a mo', how'd you know I was up to there?

[bit_impossible]

Thatta boy! [begins giving the dog a vigorous scratching behind the ears]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head] Of course it doesn't matter, but I do wish you'd stop using them up so quickly. [and then, a bit amused] Straxus told me he was here. Apparently he taught him how to make strawberry daiquiris.

[seriousmarauder]

[Oooooh petting. Padfoot barks happily, soaking up the attention.]

[bit_impossible]

[well, that deflates him a little] I'm not? Out of curiosity, what do the others look like?

But you're really him? [starts to grin right back] And really? No opposition whatsoever? Suppose that does make it easier... If you're the ruler though, where's your army?

[bit_impossible]

Ohhh, you'd think with ears like those, you would've heard that first. [smirks]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he ignores that smirk] Can't help getting a bit distracted when you keep rambling. And Harriet Jones ought to be Prime Minister, not running about with either of us, if that's the one you mean.

[bit_impossible]

[well, by this point, he's wondering if Michael Aspel or Trevor McDonald from This Is Your Life is going to pop out from somewhere. first Brax, Damon, his ninth self, and now Narvin?]

Funny, I was just wondering the same thing! But look at you! [tilts his head slightly, rubbing his chin] Look at you... [a beat after he trails off]

Blimey, those robes still look as ridiculous as I remember them.

[bit_impossible]

[smiles, a hint of sadness in his eyes] Straxus? Really? Never knew he had it in him! Where'd he even learn to do that? Last I knew, all drinks on Gallifrey never involved any fruit at all, let alone strawberries!

[bit_impossible]

[softly, still petting] I wonder how you got here.

...I wonder if Harriet would mind if...nah, she probably would. [pauses] Although, if I gave you a bath...