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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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[The Doctor had been skulking through the hallways, grumpy. This place made no sense and refused to give him answers. He had no idea why he was here, what he was supposed to do, why he couldn't have his TARDIS...it was all ridiculous. His hands were thrust into his pockets as he turned the corner, exploring the Barge...only to see a strange man in Time Lord robes. The Doctor frowned, looking at him.]

Have we met? Or, as it's more likely on this blasted boat, will we meet?

[And he turns quickly in place. Something about this man feels familiar. Too familiar. But he'll not say as much, instead the Doctor gets a smile.]

No, probably not, my boy. But there's been a sizable psychic disturbance that's piqued my curiosity.

[The Doctor frowned, still looking at the man in front of him. He certainly was getting deja vu, though he had no idea why]

A psychic disturbance? Do tell.

There's a very upset TARDIS in the room that I was in. She seemed to indicate there was a very unstable psychic on board. A very aggressive one.

[He has to hike up his robes like skirts to head over to the Doctor.]

[Almost instantly the Doctor's mind is working in overtime. A TARDIS? The only people who he knew had a TARDIS on this boat were his future self and Omega (well, and potentially Narvin). He might be able to calm the TARDIS down and convince her to get him off this boat!]

Let me see this TARDIS. I've got experience with temperamental machines, I might be able to calm her down a bit.

[He can't shake the feeling of familiarity, and he's relying on it, perhaps unwisely, to be as helpful as he hopes.] She did appear to be more emotional than any TARDIS that I've ever encountered. I'm more concerned about the threatening presence, but if you can talk to her we might be able to single out what the source is.

[He starts to lead him back to Seven's room.]

[The Doctor follows, careful not to show just how excited he is at the prospect of leaving.] I certainly do have a way with TARDISes. Hopefully we can figure this out.

[He opens the door to "John Smith's room, which looks much like the console room with a TARDIS inside of it.]

Do you? If you're ahead of my time you oughtn't tell me too much then. [It's still so strange that he's not being recognized. Oh well...]

[Sup. Have an eight-foot-tall scantily-clad woman with horns. She nods to him and smiles serenely as she passes.

Flowers grow through the carpet behind where she steps.]

[Oh! That's quite pretty. He gives her a pleasant smile, stopping with his ornate robes and inclining his head towards her. The most he can do, given that he has one of those enormous collars.]

Quite a gift you have there, madam.

It is easily accomplished. My charge is to bring life where there is none. Much like the workings of this place.

[She gestures broadly with a slender arm.]

[The Doctor's eyes lit up as he saw the TARDIS. His TARDIS. Smiling to himself, he ran up to the machine, patted it slightly, then looked back at the man. He had a strange idea that he knew who this Time Lord was. Still, founder of Time Lord society or not, the Doctor would not let him get in the way. Besides, there was no need to let the Other (if that was who he was) know that the Doctor had an idea about his identity yet. He would try bluffing slightly but he was ready to use physical force if needed.]

Do you have the key with you? I might have a copy in my pockets somewhere, assuming this idiot of an Admiral didn't take it away from me...though I warn you, it might be slightly dangerous when I enter and try to calm her down-you might want to leave then.

[The Doctor started to rummage in his pockets, trying to find the TARDIS key.]

[All these humans around, T'Pol hates the smell clinging to the walls, but it's better out on the deck. The smell isn't as pervasive. And the view is...well, she won't admit it to anyone, but she's never seen anything like this on a Vulcan ship.]

[There's also a Rassilon in the halls. a Rassilon who's already met his future father-in-law and really didn't expect to see his advisor here, too. Especially not the suicidal one. ...Pazithi Gallifreya, Admiral, what is wrong with you today.] You!

How would it be dangerous unless she didn't like you?

[The man looks at him bluntly, but is noting the Doctor is rifling through his pockets like he should have a key.]

No. I'm afraid not. The most I could find was an umbrella. [And he points over to where that thing is at.]

Intriguing, intriguing my dear.

Though... I see a considerable amount of you. Such an ability is not to go unappreciated.

[He steps out onto the deck and- OH! Oh, that's the source of the psychic disturbance.

There's many of his kind still out in the Gallifreyan wilds, people who hold to the old ideals even after the revolution. That's what she reminds him of. A dangerous sort.

But one, he found, frequently in loathe with frustration. And one that could still be reasoned with in a pinch. He folds his hands in front of him and goes over to join her.]

[That advisor is taken aback by the sudden accusation (though he is pretty sure he is himself, he simply doesn't have a clue who this stranger is). Maybe he's not a complete stranger. There is something strange about him. Not so much like that curly headed fellow they met earlier, but in a different way.]

I was me last time I checked, but I haven't a clue who you are.

[Are those presidential robes? Is that-

Is that-

No! He just saw Rassilon?! When has this place put him? What regeneration is this?!]

[Oh, wonderful, now the fool can't even recognize him. Rassilon is not amused. At all.] I am your Lord President. Rassilon, if you have already forgotten. [What? No, he doesn't care about looking completely different. His advisor should know him despite that.]

[So different!]

I've not forgotten. I simply didn't expect you to have ah...

shaved.

[Flatly. He tucks his hands behind his back as he regards Rassilon.] You have just passed an amendment on non-interference. I should inform you so you won't disturb any timelines. [It's actually not too long before he does throw himself into the looms, for him.]

That was a billion years ago for me. And I've no interest in it any more. I've better things to do than worry about the timeline. [Rassilon looks at him. If he just passed that amendment, it shouldn't be too long before...]

I thought worrying about the timeline should be the first thing that we did when we achieved access to it?

[That's a perplexing statement. Rassilon's rulings had been increasingly problematic, but he hadn't completely disregarded their original ideals

Behind his back he squeezes his fingers as he considers.]

When Gallifrey is about to be destroyed with our people on it, worrying about the timeline is the least of our problems.

[He somehow manages to stare at him accusingly. Which makes no sense, but that has never stopped Rassilon.]

[Peylix does a little exploring, curious about the strange foliage that grows. It doesn't seem to have any logic to it.]

[He had to have his TARDIS key in here with him...pulling it out of his pocket, the Doctor smiled as he started to unlock the door.]

Oh, you never know with these things. Besides, trouble seems to follow me around. Now, I'm sorry about this Other, but I'm going to have to leave you here while I escape. Tah-tah!

[The Doctor started to enter the TARDIS, with the intent of closing the door on the Other's face.]

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