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[Guess who's been wandering the plane since he woke up after the fight with Ryotarou, trying to find a place where people aren't? Okay, more like staggering, but you get the point.

In any case, after several attempted refuges--each abandoned in turn after someone appeared at a distance--Firo has settled on the old theater. He's sitting with his back to the stage under the projector, his feet against the first row of chairs. Healthy he is not. He's shivering non-stop now, his skin unnaturally hot to the touch, his eyes completely unfocused. There's still a massive slash in his clothing where Ryotarou's sword-thing cut him.]

I can't... I won't... not goin' back... don't want to hurt....

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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[....ded.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[and they're in the TARDIS! The Master has a corpse. It's not too heavy!]

Pick a cell.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[the head is jerking around in his jacket. The Doctor feels extremely disgusted and horrible]

Any of them. [just kicks open the first door, pushing the head in and tossing his jacket behind him]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Annnd, head will not be waiting for body. It comes rolling back out past him (SORRY DOCTOR), trembles for a moment and then shoots up to reattach itself to the severed neck of Firo's body.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master would be more disgusted if he was that sort of person. Luckily, he's just worried about stuff getting on his clothes]

Well, no time like the present. [chucks the body into the room and shuts the door quickly]

Lock it, Doctor.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[very much on top of the locking business. He seals the door with several locks, in fact. Then he tests it once before slumping against it.]

That's done, then.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[AND HELLO FACE, MEET FLOOR. Not the most pleasant wake-up call he's had, but not the worst, either. He stirs and sits up, his head swimming. He can't be sure what he sees--a lab or an interior that seems sort of like a little prison built in a clean, airy little boiler room.]

....Doc?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[tugs the Doctor over to ask quietly] Now what do you intend on doing about him escaping to the Astral Plane?