Like fire! Hellfire! [this fire in my skin]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master skids to a halt when he appears on the Astral Plane, having apparently come in running. He immediately straightens out his clothing before addressing the Plane]

Right, so! Pompeii: very lacking in Super Soaker outlets. Anyone have a water gun handy?

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[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha dodges some GIANT shoes, looking up at the Master] Oh, God, not you. And I was having such a wonderful day, too.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he looks down, and a broad, broad grin spreads across his face]

Well if it isn't Martha Jones! I'd heard you were around.

[scooping up Martha, now!]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Let me guess: Pyrovile?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

There was a temporal disturbance where their planet was supposed to be. We tracked the missing craft here. And now, now I need a Super Soaker.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Pompeii? What the hell are you doing there?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Enjoying the weather. What do you think?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Regards him with a distant sort of amusement.] I've no notion what any of that means.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It means I'm being chased by aliens, made of stone and fire, and I need a weapon that launches water at them. Hopefully a Super Soaker, as the Doctor's only got this tiny little water pistol and it's not much help.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

....[Sigh] I'm not even gonna ask.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's aliens, I promise. Can you get me bigger water guns? Your boyfriend only has these tiny little things. [holds them up]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[ALSKDJAS NEARLY SMASHED CY scampers out of the way. Have an itty bitty voice scolding at you in cat, Master.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[totally does not hear it!]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Hi Master! Have a bomb (http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p3/runningbrook/Bakugami.jpg) rolling your way!]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[shit is that a bomb?? Thankfully, WATER PISTOL FIRE GO! And thus the fuse goes out]

Now that wasn't very nice.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

'Super Soaker'? What the hell's that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's a very large gun, filled with water, for the shooting of water at people.

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

[Hello, Master. I don't believe we've met!]

Water guns, eh? I've got plenty of those! [She disappears for a few moments, and when she returns, she's got two in hand.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins] You're a great deal useful than most people here. May I?

Oh, I'm the Master, by the way. Don't think we've met.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

...Pompeii?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You know, volcanos and Romans. Well, Pompeiians. People of Pompeii. The Roman Empire, that's the point.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[this is totally on his little pad of paper because I didn't totally have a brainfart and forget that Gene Can't Talk, I swear]

Who in their right minds would give you a gun? And what the hell is a Super Soaker?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[defaults into Mancunian accent, because he does that to Gene~]

...Why are you using a paper to talk? Laryngitis? I can't believe it: there is a God!

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[bemused and amused]

I doubt they would do much against the volcano…

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm not trying to save civillians; I'm trying to kill aliens.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Super Soaker...? [Just kind of stares for a minute and shakes his head.] Why do you need a water gun if you're in Pompeii..?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to prevent a disaster with the powers of modern technology.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

Super Soakers in Pompeii. Sounds like a recipe for fun.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Just add a touch of Satan and stir!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I believe I have something of the sort tucked away, if you would like for me to retrieve it for you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...What?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Afraid not, Self.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Bother. Oh well. It won't be that difficult.

How are things, self? While I'm leaving the Doctor's life hanging in the balance.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Super soaker.

You can't just handle them with a regular water pistol?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We have to fight our way in; of course I need something better than a water pistol.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[tired, more or less clean, just sort of flops over to rest on the plane]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks down on him] Oh, yay. It's naked time.