001; entrance

[demnify.livejournal.com]

If I must state one thing, and state it concisely, I shall say this: interesting. Considering I was just moments ago on a planet that would, at random moments, burst into sectional flame, I feel this is rather apropos. Maybe I’m dead. I doubt it, I expect death is less substantial than this – filled with less coruscations.


I almost prefer the fire and the quaking. At least there was some means of constant entertainment; this seems like I’ve simply been put in a dark room with a small crowd of paparazzi. How utterly annoying.


I’ve no time for this. There are better uses for my time; this is little more than a waste of it. Perhaps if this… place offered some visible means of escape, it would be worth the effort to explore, but at the moment, no. To whoever may be hearing me – provided anyone can in this place or that there is even anyone else here – I’ll be taking my leave. I’ve better things to do than stumble about in the dark.

Comments

[didorothy]

I... don't know you, do I? That's new.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

No, I rather expect you don't. The reversal also stands true for me - I've no idea whom you are.

Nor do I have any particular idea as to what I am doing here, but I suppose things shall be unearthed in due time.

[didorothy]

I'm, uhm, Sam Tyler. Your name, sir? [is possibly staring at the fangs a bit]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I am the Master.

[blithefully ignores the fact that his fangs might possibly be stared at]

[didorothy]

'The Master'? Okay, no need to ask what part of my psyche you represent.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I am not a representative of your psyche. I've no idea what is going on, precisely, but I'm certain whatever is happening has nothing to do with whatever state of mind you may be in.

[didorothy]

Right, sorry. I was just... never mind. ... Why do you have fangs? If, uh, that's not impolite.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Mmm, no harm done at the moment, so I shall let it pass.

[a pause]

Ahhh. Just a bit of a virus, nothing more.

[didorothy]

What sort of virus does that?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

A particularly devious kind, Mr. Tyler.

[didorothy]

I'm sorry?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Don't apologise to me. I'm not looking for pity.

[didorothy]

I didn't think you were.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Good. Now, Mr. Tyler, based upon your original statement towards me - you are used to this sort of thing or things of a similar nature?

[didorothy]

... Well, sort of. Last time they overdosed me, Manchester went out and I woke up with only a telly to let me -- never mind. It's complicated.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

No, no, do go on.

[didorothy]

Okay, well... [why not explain to the guy with fangs? He's probably not real anyway!] I'm in a coma in 2006, probably, so my mind's giving me Manchester, 1973 to occupy it. Or I'm insane, or I... travelled through time. But that's just improbable. But in my coma, the doctors overdosed me once - a neurotransmitter - so they countered it with a noradreline, I think they said. And all the lights went off, and then I woke up in a closed off room with flickering lighting, and I had to watch the rest of the team finish up the case on the telly. Which doesn't have very good reception. God, I wish it had been 1988.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[grins, why, thank you for all that information]

Perhaps you died. Wouldn't that be an apropos explanation as well, and that wherever you happened to be sent was Manchester, 1973; and then subsequently here?

[didorothy]

[oblivious to the fact that he's talking to the Master (clearly has not watched as much Doctor Who as he should), and so continuing on]

What sort of afterlife is Manchester, 1973?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Purgatory, perhaps. You did nothing to damn yourself fully nor did you do anything to redeem yourself fully. Purgatory is, after all, supposed to be a rather mediocre and average sort of setting.

[didorothy]

Manchester, 1973 is anything but mediocre. If I'm dead, what does that make you?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

A demon, perhaps.

[didorothy]

A demon with a virus? I guess the NHS doesn't extend to you.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Speaking in metaphor, Mr. Tyler, nothing more.

[didorothy]

'course.