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[witfrommytongue]

Some of you in the Nexus may recognise this man- tall, whipcord thin and striking; androgynous, alien-looking, with a shock of hot red hair and made up face, eyes mismatched, lips narrow, cheekbones high.  He looks, in fact, just like David Bowie did during the early seventies, when he was masquerading as the spaceboy saviour of Earth.  Only

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[te_gwas]

Really? David Bowie? David Bowie as (the instantly recognisable) Ziggy Stardust. Really. Alright, Nexus, you win this round.

"Depends on why the world is doomed and who will be dying with it."

If he's anything but rational, he might have to sit down and take a few moments to himself. For the moment, then, he'll take the practical approach to avoid an embarrassing overreaction to this particular Nexus-goer.

[te_gwas]

Ianto shrugs. The idle observation of his suit gets the briefest of raised eyebrows. "Like you but not," he echoes vaguely. He's found that the whole 'guess what, you're fictional' thing doesn't really go down well in the Nexus. "Not much to tell. His name's David Bowie - he's an entertainer. Looks like you, sounds like you, but he isn't. Bit boring, compared to you. He went through a, er, a 'Ziggy Stardust' sort of phase in the seventies, all sex, drugs, rock and roll, but not so much now."

[witfrommytongue]

'Multiversal tribute acts, is that it?' he chuckles. 'God, how terribly gauche. David Bowie, hmm? I'll have to see if I can search him out some day.' Might be a lark, to give this Bowie a taste of his own personal Starman. And, well, if he looks like Ziggy, that alone is reason for a visit.

Idly, he continues toying with Ianto's sleeve; you'll have to forgive him, he has little concept of a personal bubble, and besides, Ianto's a pretty young thing, even if he does look rather unforgivably square. 'The seventies,' he repeats, mulling the words over. 'And when is it you're from? I've heard the Earth used to be a fab place, before history went sour.'