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[championoftime]

[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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[changemydear]

[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?

[strangehistorian]

[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.]

[scaryfacemelter]

[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.]

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[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!

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

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