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[forever_noble]

[now arriving on the Plane is a nicely dressed ginger-haired woman who takes one look at where she is, gasps, and screws her eyes shut]

Oh. My. God. I'm in the middle of outer space! Again! [but something in the back of her mind tells her to stop being so ridiculous; if she really is, she'd be dead by now and she certainly doesn't feel dead

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[oliverplus]

[when he hears yelling, being Oliver, he decides to head in that direction. comes up to Donna with a friendly smile] New here, I take it?

[forever_noble]

[waves a hand dismissively] Nah, I've always been here and only just now decided to say something about it. Of course I'm new! Who are you?

[oliverplus]

[laughs] Whoa, okay! Calm down. I'm Oliver. [waves] How 'bout you? Oh, and welcome to the Astral Plane! [gestures theatrically at their surroundings]

[forever_noble]

Astral Plane? That the planet's name or something?

...I'm Donna. Donna Noble.

[tastefulfashion]

You may want to start by asking a question or two first if you want answers.

[forever_noble]

All right then, let's start with who you are and where I am.

[a little softer] ...And do you ever get used to the feeling of falling even though your feet are on the ground?

[tastefulfashion]

[folding her arms across her front] I am Romanadvoratrelundar, President of Gallifrey and all of her dominions. And you are in a place known only as the Astral Plane.

[and now with just the faintest of smiles] I do but it all varies from being to being.

[forever_noble]

[a gasp!] No, you're joshing me! Really? President of Gallifrey?

[lamb_of_gold]

What sort of answers?

[forever_noble]

[opens her mouth to ask something, but is distracted by this new person's looks] Is your hair really that colour?

[lamb_of_gold]

[oy] It is.

[forever_noble]

[she cracks a smile] Sorry, had to ask. Never can tell these days. So Purplelocks, what's your name?

[le_traitre]

{...he had papers in that chair...}

Madame, you are absolutely fine, I assure you.

[forever_noble]

[papers, what papers? she's keeping them warm in any case~]

Ohh, hello there. [grins; what lovely manners!] Who might you be?

[le_traitre]

Maximilien Robespierre.

{Looks down at his poor now-warmed-by-Donna's-butt papers}

I understand that you may be startled by your sudden arrival to the Astral Plane, as it is called, but the chair you've borrowed to steady yourself has my papers for arranging transportation to England.

[forever_noble]

Donna Noble.

Oh! [she quickly stands, never minding her slight spell of nausea there, and looks down at the papers.] Ahh, sorry about that, Max... You can still use them, right?

[forever_noble]

I'm sorry, what? How do you know my name?

[squints her eyes at him] Hold on, you look familiar...

[forever_noble]

Not so sure about the aftershave, but the smile rings a bell. You know...I think I was going to vote for you, but I was in bed with food poisoning.

You're Mr Sixton or something, right?