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[onehundredbeers]

[A tall, hulking long haired man appears on the plane.

He stares blankly for a few minutes at his surroundings. Okay.

...Okay.]

Hey. Uh. ...Where am I.

[He stands there stiffly.]

And don't say space. I can- I can see it's... space.

[A beat or two.]

So if, uh, someone could show me... show me the way out. Uhhhh. Thank you. Please. Thank you.

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[seriousmarauder]

[a very skinny man with long black hair stares back at him] You're on the Astral Plane, mate. The way out's easy enough, you've just got to think about going home. Time won't pass there while you're here, though.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan just stares at him.]

What?

[seriousmarauder]

[smiles slightly] Which bit do you want me to explain first?

[onehundredbeers]

That part with the exit. Because, uh. No, I'm pretty sure you can't, uh, do that. What you said.

[seriousmarauder]

[laughs] Actually, you can. See? [and he demonstrates, dropping off the Plane, and reappearing again] Just think about it, and walk. It works both ways.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[It is very tempting for the Time Lord lurking nearby to say space. As it is, his next statement holds no useful information and solely intended for his own amusement.]

You click your heels three times and say, there's no place like home.

[onehundredbeers]

Okay, no, no, I know, uh. That movie. And that movie... didn't have space.

[Yep. God how do people not know Wizard of Oz, what a moron!]

Hey. You're an idiot. This ain't fucking... Wizard of Oz.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Am I? Hm, well, there's reading material over that way somewhere. [Hey look, he made the effort to wave in the direction where it might be.] Provided you can read.

[onehundredbeers]

[He grins faintly.]

Oh, uh, thanks. And... uh, sorry about calling you, calling you an idiot, you know? Just. Fucking appeared in space.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[This smile? Don't trust it.]

Just don't do it again. [Its as nice as he's going to get, if you can call it nice.]

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[a wry smirk plays at lips beneath eyes rimmed with shadows] Close your eyes and think of England.

Or, you know. Wherever you came from.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan stares.]

Yeah, real funny.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm hilarious. [raises her arm to offer the bottle of beer she was holding] Want some?

[onehundredbeers]

[Oh hello beer.]

Hell yeah.

[Hooray, chicks with beer! This place is infinitely better now.]

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[grins and tosses it to him. lightly.] They calls it the Astral Plane. It's some sort of...world between worlds.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's easy. You just have to think about going home.

But wouldn't you rather look around? Unless you stand in space every day? [a pause, as he considers this, looking very amazed and impressed] Do you stand in space every day?

[onehundredbeers]

Uh, no. But, um. We have a space helicopter. [A beat.] Er. When we can, we can get it to work... in space.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

A space helicopter? But doesn't it burn up when it leaves the atmosphere?

[onehundredbeers]

No way. It's got... special space... metals. Yeah.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[gasp] Special space metals! I see! That sounds amazing. I wonder if we could build a space helicopter, too.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Right. Don't say space. Got it.

You do realize that's going to tempt someone to say space just to wind you up.

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah, well. Then. I'll punch them. For being douchebags.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she laughs at that] Sounds fair enough.

So has anyone told you how to get out of this place yet, or am I the first?

[onehundredbeers]

Somebody said something about, uhhhh... just... thinking about. Uh, it. But that's stupid.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

It is rather stupid, but it does seem to do the trick. Have you tried it?