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[the Master and the Doctor appear together at the Astral Bar, bickering. No one should be surprised] Well, she's not that bad to put up with, is she? A bit mouthy, but you've picked up worse. The one of her here asked ever-so-nicely for me to take this one on, you know, so I don't mind. And anyway, if you happen to be acting particularly maddening, I can always use her as a hostage to put you back in line. It's a winning situation, I think.
You're not using her as a hostage. Frankly, I think she'd have a say in that first.
And I'd end up killing her because she's a very mouthy hostage, yes. It happens, I'm afraid. [the Master starts mixing a White Ballistic for himself, because he wants one]
[The Doctor wants one, too, but he's just eyeing the Master's] You haven't been slapped by her. You'd have to get through that first.
I'll draw her death out into something slow and painful, then. I keep telling you, Doctor, don't let any of your precious pets near me if you can't make them behave.
[the Doctor sighs and runs his hand through his hair] Her room is far, far away from yours, so you'll have to go out of your way to see her. Shouldn't be a problem.
Unless it becomes one, of course. You realise that there's only one good television lounge, and that I'm not sharing it with anyone. Except Lucy, of course.
You and Donna watch the same shows, don't you? Those sort of...popular things on in the daytime.
[for a long moment, he stares] I don't watch soap operas.
Oh. What about those talk ones?
No.
Well then, might need another television.
[the Master drinks his White Ballistic with a grin] My dear Doctor, the burden is entirely on you.
[ooc; join post, red is Master, blue is Doctor, expect double-tagging, and so on]
You're not using her as a hostage. Frankly, I think she'd have a say in that first.
And I'd end up killing her because she's a very mouthy hostage, yes. It happens, I'm afraid. [the Master starts mixing a White Ballistic for himself, because he wants one]
[The Doctor wants one, too, but he's just eyeing the Master's] You haven't been slapped by her. You'd have to get through that first.
I'll draw her death out into something slow and painful, then. I keep telling you, Doctor, don't let any of your precious pets near me if you can't make them behave.
[the Doctor sighs and runs his hand through his hair] Her room is far, far away from yours, so you'll have to go out of your way to see her. Shouldn't be a problem.
Unless it becomes one, of course. You realise that there's only one good television lounge, and that I'm not sharing it with anyone. Except Lucy, of course.
You and Donna watch the same shows, don't you? Those sort of...popular things on in the daytime.
[for a long moment, he stares] I don't watch soap operas.
Oh. What about those talk ones?
No.
Well then, might need another television.
[the Master drinks his White Ballistic with a grin] My dear Doctor, the burden is entirely on you.
[ooc; join post, red is Master, blue is Doctor, expect double-tagging, and so on]
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