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?

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Enough of that, Merlin; I heard the stories already.

[he's stopped entirely now]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? What stories, then?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't you know? They're about you.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I wasn't aware we'd skipped ahead to the gossip column of Donna's magazine.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

On the note of Donna: what's this about you making her feel like she's nobody special? Aren't you supposed to, you know, bring them to nirvana or something? I thought that's what you did. Make people better.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

We're not talking about Donna, we're talking about Donna's magazines.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We were; now we're talking about Donna Noble. So let me get this right: she thinks she's nothing special, and then she becomes part Time Lord... and then you abandon her?

Wow. That's just... there are no words.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and there's the cynical smile]

Oh, but when you've only got part of it right, it makes the whole attempt to hurt me fall flat.

Really, though, I did like the talk about that magazine. There was another quiz about how your shoes show who you are and because I don't have any heel I think it says I don't think I'm sexy enough, which is ridiculous because look at me, right? And my favorite ones are the burgundy boots but I don't get to wear them that often since handy hand took my blue suit...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Stop trying; it doesn't work with me.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think it would. The simple black would imply a very basic, stilted personality I think. You've definitely got some of those sassier qualities that I think the magazine would imply a heel-wearer might have. I'm beginning to think Donna's magazines weren't meant for Time Lords.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I agree; I've noticed that each Time Lord tends to prefer a sort of... what will we call it, 'gimick'? And I find it absolutely bizarre that yours is suits. Neat, orderly, clean suits. Pinstripes, too. Lucy's magazines always imply a much more contained personality. A focussed one. Pinestripe people, they say, are more likely to concentrate on one task to distract themselves, rather than go off on unrelated tangents.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I just like how the pinstripes look against this figure. Rather thin incarnation I've got this time around. Though the blue against the brown is a nice contrast to my hair, I think. Donna's always going on about how certain designers think that green is in season or something, I don't even know.

What do Lucy's magazines say about the cloak with the red you've got, then?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It means I'm a very dashing, handsome, charming and shaggable man.

Or that I'm made of pure evil, but I think that's the same thing.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Funny, I wasn't aware evil and shaggable were synonymous with each other.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well 'good' and 'shaggable' certainly aren't.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow raise]

I thought we already determined my burgundy boots made me sexy?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No. Just no.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, come on, they're dashing!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The more you say 'no', the more it reinforces my opinion that you really mean 'yes'.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I told Doctor Holloway; you have a bad habit of projection.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I already know I'm attractive.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he can't help it; the preening makes him burst into laughter]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[stiffens a little irritably]

Oh, stop it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[stiffling the laughter - but not much]

Stop sulking, Doctor. It doesn't add to your shaggability.