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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he takes a step forward then backwards then forwards again, looking at the space above him and around him, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tries to take in what he's seeing.]

What is this?  Wha-

[he stops as he notices what's below him as well.  he kneels down, touching and studying the universe below his feet]

That's just brilliant.  That's just absolutely unbelievably brilliant.  The stars, galaxies, nebulas all right at my feet.  It's gorgeous.  Gorgeous and impossible.

[pauses for a moment and then he shoots back up to his feet, spinning around again]

Hello.  Is there anyone there?  Anyone?  Anyone at all?

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ehh.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I believe that's my line.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Except it's not. Obviously.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Obviously.

[pauses and considers him]

There's something I need to get out of the way.

[and then, moves to punch him!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Master completely catches him off guard, because not expecting a punch. Seriously. Stands stupidly in shock for a moment.]

What was that? You just punched me!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, I've punched all the other Doctors that look like you. So, I thought I'd get a bit of a running start, here.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

At least they did something to deserve it. Well deserve it as far as you're concerned. But still.

[Still kind of in shock and processing how he ended up getting punched within a minute of conversation.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[beams at him rather winningly]

Welcome to the Astral Plane.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Seriously wants to punch the Master back for that smile, but the Master is offering up some information. Plus, Handy has attention issues, much like the Doctor, and new information is shiny.]

The Astral Plane? How did we end up here?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What, you haven't been greeted by the Welcoming Committee yet?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It was all a bit...vague.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

They often are. Tell me what you know.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Something involving Twins and a machine and experiments. At least that's what I've picked up so far. No one seems to know any of the whys.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I thought it was 'for the fun of it.' Though I think the word 'experiment' does imply 'in the pursuit of knowledge.'

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Knowledge of what?

And why do you seem so all right with all this?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Mm, you'll have to figure that one out on your own. I suggest developing guesses on their experiments.

Would you prefer to see me roaring, raging, and railing out against the starlight and the darkness? I could, if you like.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I think I'll skip the theatrics for today. Still, I think sometimes I worry more when you're in a decent mood.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[this smile is not comforting]

You really shouldn't, Doctor!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

That's not helping at all.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Aww, really? But Doctor -- no, no. Hold on. Let's just set this out: what do I call you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What's the point? You'll just call me whatever you decide you like best, anyway.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The point is choice. Your choice. Do you want that or not?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Of course I do.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then choose.