04; Don't fool yourself [Into thinking you're more than a man]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor appears on the Plane and straightens his tie. Again. He looks positively furious for some reason, but he's keeping it cool. Well, as cool as he can.]

I need to speak to the Twins.

[Beat.]

Please.

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Combining your angry face with 'please'? It must be important.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE glare but says nothing]</i

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, stop that. I probably didn't do anything. Unless you're angry about what I did do, in which case, you know the glaring doesn't work so you can cut to the Vengeful Wrath Of The Lonely God bit.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I am not talking to you.

[how old is he? Whatever he is, he's acting like he's 90]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're acting more childish than normal.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She smiles and it's very bitter and very ironic. There isn't any sympathy in it when she says,] Starting to feel this place's effects, Doctor?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[rueful chuckle] You have no idea.

Have you ever been to Sarboria? Planet of crystal dragons?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[The mun apologizes for her muse, who is PISSED OFF AT THE UNIVERSE right now. Uh. At Time Lords in particular.] Oh, don't I?

And of course I haven't. We haven't even been able to send a rocket past the stratosphere for eleven years. Why? Are they glass now instead of crystal?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[GOOD! They can be pissed off together]

No, the whole planet is collapsing and you're allowed to smash a bit for---what did I do to you??

[realitymods]

[Meredith appears before the Doctor]

The Twins are otherwise occupied. Perhaps I could aid you in their place, Doctor?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[AAAAAAAAAAAAH A PERSON!]

[recovers]

Blimey, the 'ask and you shall receive'...wait, what are they occupied with?

[realitymods]

Their business is not always mine.

What do you need, Doctor?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Natural curiosity, apologies.

[headscratch]

I'm aware that those of other universes sort of...merge to be able to travel, see other worlds, that sort of thing. And, well, I was just going to politely apply to have Lucy Saxon temporarily merged with mine.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Have an unusually un-energetic Cy. She sits a few feet away, pawing at a bit of tinfoil.]

Don't call on the glass gods, Theta-Beta. No prizes inside.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[stuffs hands in pockets and heads over]

Yeah? Not even little itty bitty ones?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Dabs at the tinfoil and then seems to give up and just sits there.] Nope. Not even bottle caps.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[whoa, there really is no bite in him, the Doctor is worried] You all right?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

....what happened?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[yeah, cue the anger at Rose without warning]

Did you---and---the Master???

[sorry, he may have heard a rumor]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[OH. CRAP. THAT.]

....uh-oh.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes uh-oh! What were you thinking? He's the Master! And---uuuuuuugh!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master is bored. so, hello, Doctor]

Oh, don't you look angry.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Oh, and all the anger goes away to be replaced by obnoxious perkiness!]

Oh, it's you! Look at you! Been too long, you know I just saw the other me, the one who battled you a lot, just the other day! We were talking about you and that beard---by beard I don't mean Lucy, of course, because by that point in your life you hadn't met her yet--Oh! Oh! Wait, yellow eyes. Ooooh, so you've been dealing with later versions of me, that's brilliant.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[oh boy, just what the Master needs. :D]

Yes, I last dealt with you six months ago, in your Seventh. ...This makes three versions of you, generally, kicking about, doesn't it? Precisely what this place needed. [attempt at moodkill is a go, because the Master clearly cannot tolerate the Doctor being perky]

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Ragnar peers up at him. He's looking a bit worn, his fur more matted and tangled than ever, tangled with sticks and bits of things. His cuts are healing, though there's still little near-bald patches where Hei trimmed the fur away to bandage them.]

You appear, I would say, quite upset.