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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[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[Sam, have a hand on your shoulder] I'm not sure gutting our DCI would make a good mark on your record.

[didorothy]

It will when the ruddy cheetahs take over Manchester.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Take a deep breath, Sam. I doubt the cheetahs will take over the city.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and the Master! :D he's a pleased man today] Oooo, I do love when you get angry, Mr. Tyler.

[didorothy]

No? Then how do you think we'll stop them, Annie? 'Cause if the whole bloody planet is a savannah, how many cheetahs do you think are out there? How long before 'the Master' [insert irritated air-quotes here] decides he wants to be Master of Manchester, too? He'll have us, Annie, and it's Hunt's fault for not listening to me. Again!

[didorothy]

Don't you even start.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

You know, it was very nice being in an actual city. It's been ages.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[Annie will now put her other hand on his shoulder! Hooray almost looking like the icon. She just wants him to calm down a bit, first.] You didn't take that breath.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Maybe they're from the zoo. Did you see any elephants? Or a tiger?

[didorothy]

Harm a hair on one person's head and I'll have you banged up before you can say 'due process of law,' do you hear me?

[didorothy]

They're not from the zoo, Donna. They're from the Master's Cheetah Planet.

[didorothy]

I'm breathing, Annie. See? Breathing. Breath in, breath out. My life support's still on, so it's pretty obvious this strange change of setting for my subconscious has absolutely nothing to do with my condition.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Well what the hell are they doing there? ...That's not much of a planet name. 'Cheetah planet'.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Try counting to ten. Slowly.

[didorothy]

Donna, task at hand, please. The Master and the Guv have been spending way too much time together. That means our realities have started merging. That means I have cheetahs in my city, and the Master can walk around Manchester doing whatever he bloody well pleases!

[didorothy]

I'm not a kid, Annie. I don't need a time out. I need a gun and Gene Hunt's dead body. And the Master's, since he's definitely a party to all this.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

You don't need any of those things, Sam. You need to calm down and talk to me.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Right, yeah, sorry. So let me get this straight. You lot share a world now and Gene wanted that to happen?

[didorothy]

About what? What is talking going to do to undo a cheetah infestation?

[didorothy]

Of course he didn't, he loves this city. But I told him it would if he wouldn't let the Master alone, and he was too stubborn and single-minded to listen.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

It won't undo it, but it'll make dealing with it better.

[didorothy]

No, no it won't. I need to... I need to, to find a way to undo it. Death doesn't seem to do anything, but maybe, if it's to do with closeness and memories, maybe if I got them to forget. Somehow. There has to be someone here with the magical ability of causing amnesias, seeing as there seems to be someone to do everything else.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Can you, I dunno, herd up the cheetahs? Maybe make a cheetah pen.

[didorothy]

It's the entire planet, Donna. Everything outside of Manchester. Do you know how many cheetahs there must be?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

So you've moved past the idea or killing, then?