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[There's a strange man in Time Lord robes roaming the halls. He's been watching conversations and following along, taking in what's happening. But he doesn't want to intrude. He knows that for some reason that he shouldn't.

However, more than one psychic presence has coaxed him out of his room, away from the irritated TARDIS that's very familiar to him (she doesn't like this psychic aggression, she doesn't like it at all). And now he's trying to keep track of where the most damage is.]

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I'm sorry about this who? [He's never heard himself called the Other before, and he's about to say something but WAIT ESCAPING IS BAD!

He grabs for the door.] You would rather run than suss out a threat? What kind of Time Lord are you? [Says the man that will eventually throw himself into the looms.]

[That accusing stare is met with the most confusing one.]

The Web of Time holds together the integrity of the universe. When we stepped into it, we took on a great responsibility. We weren't just Gallifreyans anymore. We had a duty to prove to the people that feared science before us that we could protect it- So in a billion years, our world is going to be threatened?

[Actually, how did Rassilon even get that old.] Why are you looking at me like that?

[He's just that awesome. Billion years and as lively as ever.] ...You're planning to leave, aren't you?

And yes, our world is in danger. Well, currently destroyed, though I do have my plans to change that.

[Because of the nice half-naked lady with the horns? She's very charming, he's found.

He doesn't recognize Peylix, but he gives him a quaint smile as he passes anyway. He can at least recognize him as another Gallifreyan.] Misplaced too, I see.

[That catches him off guard. He's not spoken of his thoughts to- well, he hadn't been decided on them for a while.

He supposes he must mean that he went through with it.] I'm surprised you even recall me, then, if it's been the lifetime of a planet. [And he wrings his hands behind his back even tighter.] You're not new here, are you?

[He pops one of the seeds and it makes him giddy. He looks at the Other, a little confused and nods.]

...No. It's been, almost a year. [He wants to ask why. but isn't actually sure if he wants to know. His theory of "He was just trying to piss me off" is probably a lot more comfortable.]

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Not as much as you think, perhaps.

[He has his reasons for considering it, but he doesn't bring them up. He's actually a little disappointed to know that he will.] And why are you here? Because if you're a prisoner I've already had someone attempt to fool me into TARDIS theft once today. [This ship seems entirely too eventful.]

Why is that? [He's going to follow along and pluck flowers because... well he's never seen flowers like these! He's never left Gallifrey. He's always wanted to, though. It seems like seeing what other planets have to offer would be nice. But he's such a prominent figure and those laws of temporal interference are so strict...]

I don't want to leave right now, anyway. Omega is here and until he has graduated an inmate [or two], we're not leaving.

[But he wants. And doesn't. And does. Stupid advisor and your loom jumping ways.]

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Omega's here?

[His old science buddy is alive again? Musing on impending doom is gone. Have that advisor suddenly brightening.] Where is he? ...He's not- he's not from your distant past, is he?

[Not the same way as Rassilon's advisor here anyway.]

No, he isn't. And unfortunately for you, he's his father right now. Just like you've replaced another Gallifreyan.

[...Wait. There's not many of the here. Even less possessing a TARDIS. ...Oh, Pazithi Gallifreya.]

How many Gallifreyans are on board? [He taps his fingertips together. He's disappointed that he can't speak to Omega, but-]

It doesn't matter. Just tell him that I- [apologize? No... that's not quite right.] Tell him that I always missed his company.

Five. ...And I will. [No harm done there. Though he does feel the urge to ask "And what about my company?".]

I am not my full self here. Something restricts me.

[The rest of the flower left in the ground withers quickly when plucked; they can't sustain themselves far from the Lifebinder anyway.]

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[Relief in the disappointment. He strolls away from Rassilon, still steepling his fingers. Not walking away so much as pacing in thought.] I saw the deck. It was incredible. The stars, the lights, the plants in their cube. [What? It's not a dome. And it protects the plants from the elements. Obviously it's a cube, so that's what he calls it. Not like Gallifreyans have all that much green for greenhouses.]

[His expression softens just a little bit.] It is. It's one of the best places on the entire ship.
[Beaten only by Omega's cabin. ...He'd count the kitchen as second place if Omega hadn't his own. With far tastier food.]|/i>

Is there anywhere else that I could go to experience other cultures? I'm not likely to have this chance again. So I'm determined to make the most of it while I'm here. [He turns on his heel to face Rassilon, standing up straight.]

...I'm actually glad you did remember me. [Because a billion years is a REALLY LONG TIME!] It seems everyone else has forgotten my name. Perhaps it's for the better. I'd rather people that really knew me be the ones to remember it.

The whole ship is full of aliens. [He turns away, but even for the moment his face was still visible it's clear he's upset.]

And I remember many things. [For a second it looks like he's about to leave. Then:] Why did you do it?

Why did I do what? [Oh, he means... what he hasn't done yet. He looks down at his hands. Fingers twine together, and he focuses on his knuckles.]

When we became Time Lords, all three of us, we were dreamers. We took the old world order, and I knew that we could show them that we could exist as part of the world even if we headed science over nature and psychic mysticism. That we could be rational, and take control of Time and when the universe was ours we would treat it just as well. But it was never the same after he was gone. The discovery was gone. We missed him in two different ways, and I never could shake the feeling that business had been left unfinished. Believe me, I've been trying to move on for some time.

But then your rules began changing, and the rumors started about what you'd done to Omega to vie for power [disdain in his voice] The laws of time have became more and more about what you wanted with rather than what the universe needed, the amendments you wanted, and I have no one to back me when I disagree. I'm inconsequential and my name is signed to ideologies I don't always find myself in agreement with.

But I still have my dignity, and I'm still a Time Lord. I may live without interference but I refuse to live uselessly either. I won't abandon my world because I have an example to set. There's so much out there that I would like to see, but you're correct. It's not as important as our people and the responsibility for the universe they're a part of. My post has practically become trivial. As useless as authority was before the revolution. So I've picked my Death Day. I thought about telling you, but I assume I won't. I suppose you would have talked me out of it. You're always quite convincing when you want to be.

You're... well, you either live outside of one of the domes or you're... It doesn't matter. Do you need any help? [He'll just come over in his frumpy Time Lord robes. Which are always in the way but he'll proudly wear them anyway.] How much have you seen already? I must say this ship is quite remarkable.

I'm one who wants to get out of this damned boat! Now let go and let me leave!

[The Doctor tried to yank the door away, glaring at the Other.]

But you oughtn't-

[He's cut short, because he's distracted? Why? Not often is an animal that scuttles seen leaping from a TARDIS console. One would imagine he was defending the interest of his owner.

He actually was thinking what fantastic nesting material he would have if he could capture that creature's hair.

The Doctor would find himself quickly receiving a new hairdo. Many apologies. And were it's leap not so enthusiastic, it might have not pushed a lever by happy accident and grounded the machine as it just did.]

[He shakes it off, one mistletoe seed isn't going make much of a difference. He nods in agreement.] /The stars are beautiful./

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