And in Arcadia I ... ate ice cream!

[not_theman_iwas]

[The Doctor wanders onto the Plane, clad in a floppy straw hat, sunglasses, shorts and a t-shirt that says "I WENT TO ARCADIA AND MOSTLY I GOT THIS T-SHIRT", and rather happily licking a ridiculously large ice cream cone. Some of it drips off, which is promptly cleaned up by Chesterton, also wearing a ridiculous floppy hat. Don't worry, though, the

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[empirical_data]

[He doesn't know what she looks like normally, or what "Arcadia" is, and why the dog is wearing a floppy hat, as well. But she does look interesting, so he decides to approach.] Greetings. That is a very nice hat.

[He approves of dressing up. He does it whenever he can.]

[not_theman_iwas]

[Awwwww she beams at him! And Chesterton wanders over to sniff, and makes confused noises when he doesn't smell like people-person. HMMM.

But that's okay, because Three is unbovvered.] Thank you! I like your... outfit. What century is that?

[empirical_data]

[He stoops to let the dog smell his hand. He likes animals.] Twenty-fourth century Starfleet uniform. I am a commander aboard the USS Enterprise. [He sort of half smiles at the dog.]

I do not typically wear it off duty. [The admission is almost a shy one, because he's yet to come to the Plane out of uniform.]

[not_theman_iwas]

[Awwwwwww Data. Chesterton wags his tail at him, because he's coolbeans with androids! They met that one that once and he gave Chesterton lots of treats!

Oh, and Three's yayful too.] Let's see, twenty-fourth century - space travel, still fairly limited?

[empirical_data]

We are capable of light-speed travel and the first ventures into slipstream are being made. My brother made the initial developments in that field. [His expression turns briefly sad, though. He decides to pay attention to Chesterton and scratch him a little more.] You are from later?

[not_theman_iwas]

Yes - well, no. Not exactly. I'm from... a planet a long way away that's not terribly fond of visitors.

[Chesterton wishes to know if he has TREATS!]

I replied to this. Stupid space internet!

[empirical_data]

What planet would that be? [He spreads his fingers for Chesterton to see that he has no treats.] I am sorry, I was not expecting to see a dog this morning and the treats for my cat may not be agreeable to your stomach.

Internet... FROM SPACE??

[not_theman_iwas]

Gallifrey.

[Chesterton whines a little, but he feels this is a good excuse for Data not to have treats for him. Even if it is very sad. ._.]

It's satellite internet and the sky constantly gets in the way.

[empirical_data]

[She's a Time Lord (Lady?) then. He's met these.] I'm from Omicron Theta, though I knew little of it. [He scruffs the dog under the chin, frowning at the whine and wishing that he had something to make it better, but he's still getting the hang of the Plane.]

:O!!

[not_theman_iwas]

Of your home planet?

Space Internets, not as awesome as they should be

[empirical_data]

Everything I recall of it was from after its destruction. [and the journals of the inhabitants stored in his head.] ...Would he mind if I attempted to retrieve a treat for him? I have yet return immediately to the Plane.

[not_theman_iwas]

Of course not. I think he'd be very grateful; wouldn't you, Chesterton? [AWWW THE HAPPY WAGGING.]

[empirical_data]

[He stepped out, and a few moments later returned with a handful of dog treats that actually took him an hour to find. Still, he stooped to offer Chesterton one, since he was being so good about his hat.] How long have you had access to the Plane?

[not_theman_iwas]

[asjkdgasjf TREATS! Chesterton starts barking gleefully and YESSSS TREATSSSS]

Oh, a while now. It's a bit hard to measure.