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[attackeyebrows]

[There’s a close-up of an eye first, topped by a bushy eyebrow, and then the image pulls back to reveal the stern-looking face of an older man. When he speaks, it’s brisk, with a Scottish accent.]

Interesting communication device you’ve got there, definitely not like any technology I recognise. It obviously broadcasts a signal - or else I’m talking to myself, which is one of the signs of a severely disturbed mind - but how? And, more importantly, to whom?

What I’m really interested in here, though, is how you’ve managed to muck around with my biology. I’ve been human once or twice, but the change involved is a bit complicated and messy. Here I am, though, human again, no scars, all my memories intact, and I’d quite like to know how you’ve done it.

[A pause, and then he narrows his gaze.]

And then I’d like you to change me back.

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[everysecond]

Imagine if we all were just little voices in your head though. And you just didn't know it.

[Riley. This is what you focus on.]

[attackeyebrows]

Interesting, but unlikely.


...Besides, if I heard voices, they'd at least have the decency to be Scottish.

[everysecond]

What if they're rude voices?

[attackeyebrows]

Even better! Scottish is an excellent accent for rudeness and complaining.

[He should know, since he has an unfortunate tendency to engage in both.]

[Perma-video]

[faceofbeau]

[Jack doesn't actually use the network a lot, but he does sometimes keep an eye on it. So when a familiar face pops up on it, along with a familiar voice (in the wrong accent, mind, but still) there's a very arched eyebrow. When that familiar face and voice go on to talk about being human before, as if to indicate that he's usually not... Well, that eyebrow stays in place as he flicks on his bracelet to answer.]

I'd say that, so far as I know, and unless you've been an alien hiding under our noses as a civil servant all this time, you're normally human, John.

[everysecond]

Is that why you're complaining now?

[Video]

[comeonthensexy]

[ He spent the last minute before responding just. Staring. Staring at the face. And at the name. And listening to the voice and recognising it and.

No.

Why this. ]

Oh no.

[ Hi, Twelve, welcome to Asgard. ]

[attackeyebrows]

'Course it is. That's what people normally do when they're kidnapped and conscripted to fight other people's wars, isn't it? That's what I do, anyway.

[everysecond]

Depends on where you come from mostly. Some people would rather fight these wars and be kidnapped.

[attackeyebrows]

Not very welcoming, are you?

[FINE ELEVEN BE THAT WAY]

[comeonthensexy]

I knew you were old but that old? And that grey? And when are we gonna be ginger anyway?

[attackeyebrows]

[He squints at the video now, studying her.]

Bit young to be a soldier, aren't you?

[And despite the judgement evident there, there's a bit of sorrow in his expression, too. She is too young, no matter what she might claim.]

[attackeyebrows]

[Oh, he remembers the phone call. Brilliant. Just what he wanted.]

It's not like we had a choice in the matter!

[everysecond]

Probably. But it's not like the military gives a flying fuck when they can use orphans to build up their ranks.

[She shrugs because that's just how shit falls where she's from.]

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, well, that first one's easy. You're talking to all of us.

[And how Jamie is managing to use this thing could very well be a bit of a mystery, given how he was never very good with this sort of thing in the first place. Then again, the fact that Jamie is here at all could also be a bit of mystery, really. Hello, Twelve, welcome to Asgard.]

The second one's a wee bit more complicated, though.

[comeonthensexy]

[ Love you. ]

No, we never do, do we?!

[ SIGH.

Pause. ]

Well, at least I didn't turn into a toddler like everyone kept joking about. So they can stop with that now.

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Ianto knows this face. He got to know it rather well, in the days leading up to his death, and he knew it even before that. He knows the man behind the face as well, or the man that he knows who owns that face. They've spoken a few times on the phone - he was Torchwood Three's official liaison to the government, after all, and Ianto did more of Jack's work than Jack could ever possibly understand. The man that Ianto knows though? This is definitely not that man - he gets that. Still, same face. It bears saying:]

Never mind being human, Frobisher, what I'd like to know is when and how you turned Scottish...

[attackeyebrows]

[The Doctor just has an "oh, it's you" sort of look on his face, because, hey, he's been kidnapped and stuck somewhere with people from every sort of world, and who else would he run into but Jack Harkness?]

It's all the rage these days, taking a holiday to Earth and pretending to be part of the bureaucracy, but not really my style, personally. Why, have you seen my face before?

[attackeyebrows]

Frobisher?

[He looks around for a few moments, as if he has to establish that Ianto's speaking to him, rather than someone else with the name, then-]

-No, sorry, you've got the wrong penguin. Well. I'm not a penguin, obviously, and neither is he, he just likes the shape. Point is, he's a shapeshifter, he can be whatever he likes. Including me. Except I'm me, and-

Wait! You're the Welsh one, aren't you?

[Yes, obviously, Doctor, kudos to you for noticing.]

[faceofbeau]

I hope it's not too much the rage, that'd be a bureaucratic nightmare. For the government, that is, I'd leave them to sort it out. But yeah, pretty sure I've seen that face before, just about as many times as you've seen mine, considering I'm Torchwood Three, and you're the one we deal with when we have to deal with the government.

[Which he tends to avoid at all costs. And, of course, this may very well be a case of stolen faces, like Spike looks just like John Hart, but he'll wait it out for the moment, see how the other man reacts. Nevermind that the other man seems to recognize him, judging by the look on his face.]

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[littlesurvivor]

Change you back? Wait, you mean.....regeneration?

[Because if that's what he is getting at. Welp. There clearly aren't enough Doctors around already for her to babysit. Why not more. Though this does obviously mean if that is the case that something happens to Eleven. Which Clementine doesn't want to think about. She's not quite entirely capable of masking that upset and fear as a result. But of course this new Doctor would have no clue on who she is, how close she has gotten to Eight and Eleven especially.]

[torchwoodteaboy]

...penguin? [Okay, that's not something he would have anticipated hearing here, and a bit bizarre a comment at that. A shapeshifting penguin?] I'm sorry, I don't. I'm not quite sure I understand.

In any case, yes. The Welsh one. That would be me. [How observant of you there, sir.] It's Ianto. Ianto Jones. And I'm guessing that you're not Mr. Frobisher.

[attackeyebrows]

...I don't suppose you remember this face? I'm almost positive it came from somewhere, but I can't quite place it.

[sheloves]

[Ril takes a long, long look at him, her silver ringed eyes wide and then addresses his primary concern without delay.]

The gods changed you so your head wouldn't explode. [She remembers Thiazi's Asgard, Six, and-- Maybe that wasn't the right place to go. No? No. Ril shakes her head and moves to catch the whistling kettle.] Please don't do that again.

[Ril offers him a lopsided smile.]

Welcome to Asgard, Doctor. Would you like some tea?

[attackeyebrows]

Jamie! Oh, Jamie, it's brilliant to see you again - did you notice, I'm Scottish this time round?