the change in your face [when anger shows]

[didorothy]

[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.

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[didorothy]

It's fine. I just---do you know how to undo it? How to get him, and the rest of his world, out of mine? Because I just... don't know how to stop this. And I know we can't let it be.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[quietly] I'm afraid not. Perhaps if they draw apart, your realities will as well?

And in the meantime - perhaps a fence around the city? Or... [his brow furrows]

[didorothy]

They're obsessed with each other.

Donna suggested contacting the zoo.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[sigh] And the Master doesn't relinquish his obsessions easily.

[slight nod] That's a start. I doubt they could contain all of them, but...a start.

You could have people patrolling the city, those who know how to deal with wild animals.

[didorothy]

Apparently.

I don't know how many there are that do know that. I'll look.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I could attempt to convince him - it's worth a try, anyway. I only wish I could...

[and his brow furrows]