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[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin has been spending a bit more time on the Plane than usual, recently. It's difficult to say why -- he may be doing shady CIA business (as per usual), or he may just be using the time advantage the Plane gives him to help fight Gallifrey's civil war. Whatever it is, he finally decides to head back to his reality, and drops from the Plane.

...only to reappear seconds later, looking startled.]

What in Rassilon's--

[He doesn't finish that sentence, but he does drop again. When he returns once more, he's scowling, and there may be just a bit of panic in his eyes.]

Of all the times not to have access to the oubliette. Braxiatel!



[Narvin is getting a change of scenery! Instead of returning to Gallifrey when he drops from the Plane, the Machine has decided to dump him on Braxiatel's Collection for a while. Narvin naturally assumes that this is all Braxiatel's fault, of course.]

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[collector]

[Brax does not seem impressed.] Ah, the shrill cry of the alarm. Better than any warning system I could ever come up with. What is it, Narvin? I'm sure we agreed that dispersing me wasn't in Gallifrey's best interests.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

Given that Gallifrey has apparently taken a leave of absence and has been replaced by your precious Collection, I think discussing what is or isn't in the planet's best interest is a bit irrelevant!

[He's a bit angry, yes.]

[collector]

Deep breaths, Narvin. You've gone so many years without an apoplexy; don't break your good record now.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin is, as always, adept at ignoring what Brax is saying.]

What have you done?

[collector]

I've looked up the security footage for an unidentified intruder and found myself looking at a regrettably familiar face. For my sins, very likely.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

You are distressed.

[Argentine felt you should know that, Narvin.]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[snapping] I realise that, and for good reason.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Have you been harmed?

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

No, I've somehow ended up on another world.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it was a mistake.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Here, there, and everywhere. The CIA's reputation really is underestimated.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

The CIA isn't interested in Braxiatel's art collection. [Yet.] And I certainly didn't intend on ending up there.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps I was a bit too quick with the flattery. My apologies, Coordinator.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin replies snappishly -- unexpectedly reappearing in a completely new place tends to make him irritable.] You're forgiven.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she raises her hands in mock surrender, resisting the urge to laugh] All right there, big boy. I'd hate to see what happens if I remained unforgiven.

[tin-whistled.livejournal.com]

You want access to a dungeon?

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

No. I want access to a chamber created by my people that happens to be called the Oubliette.

[tin-whistled.livejournal.com]

That's a fairly foreboding name, if you ask me. What's it for, if I can ask?

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

Nothing, at the moment. It was used... unwisely, in the past.

[tin-whistled.livejournal.com]

With a name like that, I can imagine. Why would it help you, then? Well, I'm assuming you need help, since you seem pretty pissed off about something.

[bit_impossible]

You know...it's probably a good thing you don't have access to the oubliette everywhere you go. But that's just me. [casually runs a hand through his hair]

So! Narvin, what's got your robes in a twist, hmm?

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

Concerned about it being used on yourself, Doctor? Don't worry. You're in a another universe, in my timeline.

I cannot return to Gallifrey.

[bit_impossible]

Concerned? Nah, and even if my past self weren't in that other universe, I still--[he's interrupted by a little chittering noise from within his coat and soon, a younger, smaller version of a winged lemur pokes its head out--and makes a screeching sound at Narvin before crawling out and up to sit upon the Doctor's shoulder] Ohh, guess he doesn't care for the oubliette either.

But why can't you go back? Not trying hard enough?

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin eyes the lemur with distaste.] I highly doubt that thing has the capacity to understand what the oubliette even is.

It's gone.

[bit_impossible]

[frowns at the Coordinator] This? Is not a thing. It's a warm-blooded mammal with far better sense to not use such things than you. But that's neither here nor--[he cuts off. a beat passes]--I'm sorry, but you said it was gone? It shouldn't be gone. [not during your time--but he keeps that to himself]