best swordsman in France [such a shame we're in England]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[there is a pile of pillows, carpets (a fair few Persian due to his most recent adventure), blankets and drapery beside the Master, who is standing just outside of the Fortress of Awesome self made. One might assume that the Master was in the process of taking the various furnishings into the Fortress, and one would be right. Indeed, half of them are inside the Fortress.

Sadly, the Master got distracted by trying to balance the tip of a sword on his finger, and has now completely forsaken his project for the sake of practicing his fencing]

What this place really needs, right now, is a United Parcel Service. Not the Royal Mail; I don't trust them. But the UPS is predictably awful and that's... dull.

Scratch that, then! We need the Royal Mail!

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master leans against one of the walls of their fortress, watching Self] I see you enjoy the gift. I take it it's been handling well enough?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[irritable sigh]

Is this what you've been doing with your time? Moving into this place?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[positively beaming at him]

It's superb! You're an excellent craftsman, Self. I've never handled a better sword.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

At least you have mail. They're still working on that in my world.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ooh, you're irritable. What planet got itself exploded on your watch today?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What, no postal service? Barbarism!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he grins in return] I thought as much. I made sure it'd be perfect for you. Pity I can't do all that now.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Well, there is one, but only for the Vatican. For most people, it's fine since they never leave their towns, but for people that travel at all, it's a pain.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

How did you get all that into the TARDIS? I didn't even notice.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Scenesora 6. But, really, it was a planned demolition. Still, there was a diner there I used to love to eat at...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Who says I got it all into the TARDIS?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Pokes her head out from under one of the pillows.] Hi, Archelaus! Is this the thing that made the ground explode?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You didn't quite get to enjoy it while it lasted, though. It was a bit upsetting, really.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You poor thing. I'm sorry for your loss.

[taps him on the head with the blade]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Church-only services, I feel, are even more barbaric than the lack of any service at all.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Though I wouldn't mind keeping the advantages without the flaws...

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[don't touch the hair, never the hair]

Haven't you got some other me out there you need to torment? Some immature scheme he's got to sort out?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes it is.

[no point asking how she got there]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Because you did.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[No, there really isn't.] Wow. [Squirms out and starts sniffing around its base.]

Are there rats? Ace fought a rat once. It ripped up his ear and cursed him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We could have worked on bringing your emotions back...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[now messing with the hair, thanks]

Are you upset because I direct all my 'immature schemes' at him?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Did I?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Ah, well. At least I can now enjoy everything I had the sense to make.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

There are no rats, because there are no rats on the Plane.