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[The Master is ambling along, hands clasped behind his back, an air of disinterest to his person]

[This is in great contrast to his companion, the Doctor, who is smiling quietly]

[after some time, in a light, callous voice, the Master speaks] I feel minds. Echoes of our own.

...Hm? Oh, that's interesting, isn't it? I wonder which ones. [scratches the back of his head] Seems to be some other people around.

Ohh, blessed relief. I could kiss someone for this. I would kiss my wife, but apparently that's not allowed. Really, Doctor, jealousy is no reason to forbid me conjugal visits.

[shoves his hands into his pockets] It's for her sake. She needs a chance to recover, assuming there's anything left of her in there.

She's not the only broken thing I've touched. [reaches a hand out to the Doctor's cheek, just brushing it] Destroyer of worlds.

[gives him a hard look] I think...we should find out where we are. It might be related to the trap from earlier.

[grins and spins around, holding his arms out in welcome to the space around them] Hello! Hello, hello, anyone and everyone. I'm the Master—sorry, I'm the Prisoner, and this is my loving captor, the Jailor.

[only half paying attention] I'm the Doctor, actually.

Would anyone care to inform as to where we are? Lovely scenery, though. [nudges the Doctor, nodding to a constellation] That looks like Kasterborous. Interesting.

[looks curiously up at the constellation] It does. In fact, I think it is. Now that's a bit telling.

Do you suppose it's taken out of our minds? It's a pretty obvious bit of scenery to throw in there. Absolutely destroys the realism. Who'd put Andromeda next to the Trapeloid?

Someone who doesn't know their galactic movements very well. I suppose this could be a projection. I haven't seen a system yet that I haven't been too personally.

[pulls a bag of Jelly Babies out of his pocket and pauses just before popping one into his mouth] Say whatever sniveling, wet sentiment you need to say about the stars and the constellations before I start eating. I'd hate to vomit out perfectly good jelly babies.

[rolls his eyes] Let's find out what's going on first. And then we can admire the construction of this. [snatches a Jelly Baby]

[slaps the Jelly Baby out of the Doctor's hand, catching it and popping it into his mouth with a smug grin]

[glares quite sulkily]

((ooc: Blue is for the Doctor and red is for the Master. Also, they'll totally be threadhopping on each other and other people, so fair warning.))

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The greatest homophobes tend to be good friends with Aslan. [smiles] You know, I think I may consider that a challenge. I wonder what it feels like, to lacerate one who looks like you. Or to throttle him, now that could be a delight...

[what is it with you people and Aslan, really? Gene gives you a nasty look for the analogy] You touch him you deal with me you piece of shit. And I don't play nice.

Perhaps you didn't understand me, ape. I can do whatever I like, and you are helpless to stop me. [beams] In fact, I could hypnotise you into killing your dear Sammy, if I felt so inclined. And I'm becoming rather inclined indeed.

[just stares at you, Master, in that quiet way he does when he's really pissed off, then punches you in the face, because that's what he thinks about hypnotising people into kill blokes]

[dabbles the blood, and then looks at Gene, his lips curling] Very well then. [when he speaks, you just want to believe him, and when you look in his eyes you want to do as he says; so he begins] Sam Tyler, then, is it? Your Sam Tyler. But he's been pain enough, in his way, and you'd be better off without him. Kill him.

[and that voice, that sound, that feeling, it's so damn familiar, so damn right, but Gene still recognises it for what it is, knows it's what the Master did before, when he dropped Agito, and he snarls, shoving at the Master (as if that'll help)] Shut it! I'm not doing anything, damnit! I'm not your bloody pawn...!

Of course you aren't. You want to kill him on your own. You want to wrap your hands around his neck and press down, [laughs softly] taking his breath away. Throttle the life out of him.

You bloody piece of shit, I don't...! [glares, fighting back, and he's trying, so very, very hard to keep up the fight, but there's only so much will a human possess. Gene clutches at his head, breathing hard] I'm not a murderer...I'm not...! Tyler, he...the damn ponce bastard, annoying git. I'm not gonna...

Oh, but you shall. You shall strangle Sam Tyler until he is lifeless beneath you. Go on, now. Kill Sam.

I... [tries valiantly to win this, to keep his senses, but the Master's will is stronger and something in Gene's brain snaps, his thoughts turning inward, whispering how much the Master's words make sense, how it would be so easy, how it's the least Tyler deserves after all the shit he's put Gene through. and so the Guv just gives the Master a strange look, then lights a cig and turns, walking away in search of Sam Tyler, his friend, his DI, and his second victim]