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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master is looking very late-1920's with his clothing choices, leaning back in a nice chair and enjoy proper tea and scones. He is Pleased]

T.S. Eliot, despite any dubious literary achievements he may hold to his name, is, in fact, painfully pretentious and self-obsessed. As I said he would be.

So, just so everyone knows: Master - [holds up two fingers with right hand] 2. Doctor - [makes a great big zero with the left hand] nil.

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[theguv.livejournal.com]

The hell are you up to now?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I made a bet. I won it. You'd know all about the first part, I'm sure.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine!

[Cy jumps into his lap and tries to stick her nose in his tea.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grabs her and pulls her away]

Out of my tea, or I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

T. S. Eliot? A bard of yours?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

A poet from Earth, early to mid twentieth century.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Did something good happen, desu?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I won a bet! To no one's great surprise.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Notices the Master, and that his description matches Ianto's description of him. That, coupled with all the people telling him to stay away from either of the Masters, makes Ryotarou consider just turning and walking away.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh, but that would be so BORING, Ryotarou. Where's your curiosity? Also: Master + Scones = OTP, judging from how he eats them. Om nom nom scones.

You know you want to talk to him---]

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I have to admit, I like the clothes.

{Smiles} But you've won something twice now? What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The first was a war, the second a bet. I could fetch you clothing, if you like. I can't say the average flapper look would do you well with a figure like that.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised he doesn't have negative five.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Just give him time, Miss Tyler.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

If you say so.

But you know what? They have chips in newspaper. Proper newspaper! Blimey it's been ages. [and yes, he's munching on some]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I do.

You have no elegance to you at all.

[lotsofrunning.livejournal.com]

What are you going on about?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Victory. Or poetry. Or tea.

[drinks tea]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Real men drink coffee. Naturally Ianto has a mug of it with him.]

Not at all like you, then.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Tea > Coffee]

No, nothing like me. I have a certain charm which Eliot was lacking. Unlike Wilde. Oh, we should visit Wilde! But I don't want to be on Earth any longer. I'll just add that to the to-do list. Now, what planets have time-travel capabilities...

[only-a-pup.livejournal.com]

[Toboe trots up to the Master, attracted by the smell. He looks curiously at the tea and scones, but rather than sniffing at them, which he was taught is rude, he sits at the Master's feet, looking up and seeming to grin at him] Who's T.S. Elliot?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He is an Earth poet and an idiot. Human, not really worth the time of day.

[takes one of the scones and holds it out] You may try it, if you like.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master does a polite, brief clap] On a winning streak, are we?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. A war and a bet. Very proud of the war, actually. I'll just have to see what the next challenge to which I can provoke him is.

And you, self?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Is drawn over by the scones... Yes, Juni can be drawn by the presence of food]

I liked The Journey of the Magi...

You've met him?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[muahahah, and now we know!]

Oh, yes. Soon as I could get the Doctor to stop hugging me over our freedom, we popped off to go make a visit.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{I thought I tagged this oops Curiously} T.S. Elliot? What kinds of things did he write. I can't say I've heard of him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Poetry! The voice of the Lost Generation. Very poetic, very pretentious, with a certain proclivity for 'borrowing' other people's works. The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock. 'This is the way the world ends // this is the way the world ends // this is the way the world ends // not with a bang, but a whimper.' That sort of thing.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I was never particularly attached to Eliot. I think maybe because my high school English teacher always forced me to read him aloud. [Sits on the edge of his table, one eyebrow raised in inquiry.] And I wasn't aware that Eliot lived on a planet of sentient marine life, either.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? I like him. A nice lyricism.

[grins]

A new surprise every day, that's what the Doctor always says.