And in Arcadia I ... ate ice cream!

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor wanders onto the Plane, clad in a floppy straw hat, sunglasses, shorts and a t-shirt that says "I WENT TO ARCADIA AND MOSTLY I GOT THIS T-SHIRT", and rather happily licking a ridiculously large ice cream cone. Some of it drips off, which is promptly cleaned up by Chesterton, also wearing a ridiculous floppy hat. Don't worry, though, the ice cream is dog-safe!

...He does appear to be mysteriously young, though, for a puppy that's been around as long as he has. It's probably something timey-wimey.]



[ooc: Experiment start!]

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[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I like your... outfit. What century is that?

[empirical_data]

[He stoops to let the dog smell his hand. He likes animals.] Twenty-fourth century Starfleet uniform. I am a commander aboard the USS Enterprise. [He sort of half smiles at the dog.]

I do not typically wear it off duty. [The admission is almost a shy one, because he's yet to come to the Plane out of uniform.]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Let's see, twenty-fourth century - space travel, still fairly limited?

[empirical_data]

We are capable of light-speed travel and the first ventures into slipstream are being made. My brother made the initial developments in that field. [His expression turns briefly sad, though. He decides to pay attention to Chesterton and scratch him a little more.] You are from later?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Yes - well, no. Not exactly. I'm from... a planet a long way away that's not terribly fond of visitors.

I replied to this. Stupid space internet!

[empirical_data]

What planet would that be? [He spreads his fingers for Chesterton to see that he has no treats.] I am sorry, I was not expecting to see a dog this morning and the treats for my cat may not be agreeable to your stomach.

Internet... FROM SPACE??

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Gallifrey.

It's satellite internet and the sky constantly gets in the way.

[empirical_data]

[She's a Time Lord (Lady?) then. He's met these.] I'm from Omicron Theta, though I knew little of it. [He scruffs the dog under the chin, frowning at the whine and wishing that he had something to make it better, but he's still getting the hang of the Plane.]

:O!!

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Of your home planet?

Space Internets, not as awesome as they should be

[empirical_data]

Everything I recall of it was from after its destruction. [and the journals of the inhabitants stored in his head.] ...Would he mind if I attempted to retrieve a treat for him? I have yet return immediately to the Plane.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Of course not. I think he'd be very grateful; wouldn't you, Chesterton?

[empirical_data]

[He stepped out, and a few moments later returned with a handful of dog treats that actually took him an hour to find. Still, he stooped to offer Chesterton one, since he was being so good about his hat.] How long have you had access to the Plane?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Oh, a while now. It's a bit hard to measure.