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[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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[sighs; doesn't feel like explaining why he feels responsible so skips it]

It's hard to fight. Usually you need some inherent psychic abilities, even if they're latent, and even then...the Master had the whole world fooled. It's a brilliant form of hypnotism. You have to understand that, Sam. It isn't the brutish form humans do. This isn't the power of someone else's suggestion. It makes you feel like it's your own suggestion. It might play off something you already feel but no, this hypnotism pushes you beyond your own boundaries. The best way to do fight it is grasping onto a memory or a thought or a feeling that counters it.

Just think an happy thought? Bit of pixie dust might help, too. [but the snark is a cover; he growls in frustration] We have to be able to fight it. This can't happen again. And I---I haven't... been hypnotised yet. Not successfully. But... I need to know we can fight back.

Edited 2008-02-25 21:04 (UTC)

Don't...don't mention pixie dust, please. But you can learn to fight it. The Master is brilliant at it but that doesn't mean it can't be fought. [scratches his neck] Mantras seem to work well. Repeating something over and over, a word or a phrase that means something to you. Something that gives you hope. [smiles] But you said 'not successfully'. That means you fought it.

Well now it sounds a bit Harry Potter. Something that means something... [the existentialist is having a bit of a problem with this, Doc]

No, not that strong willed. I was... actually, I was, uh, tackled by a bloke in a red coat. Calls himself Akigo, but it's not his real name. If he hadn't stopped me, I guess I would've been the one answering the Master's wish.

[grins] Actually, a friend of mine, Martha, helped Shakespeare banish some nasty witches with a Harry Potter spell. So I wouldn't knock it. [a little more seriously] And it's worked for me before. Just one word saved the world, Sam. It's worth a try.

Is that right? That's quite lucky. Or quite deliberate.

Can you teach me? Train me, that is. To fight it.

Teach you? S'pose I could! But...we'd actually have to test it, you know.

I know. That's why I'm asking you.

[and now he smiles] All right. Do you want to- [wait, no, he can't come by the TARDIS] erm. Where do you want to meet for it? I'd prefer it not to be here, sorry.

I don't know... how it would translate.... but I don't see why we couldn't do it at my flat.

[runs a hand through his hair] That's...possibly in the city. ...I wonder if dolphins have flats? I haven't checked. D'you think dolphins have flats? Or something like that?

... Dolphins??

I'm on a planet with some...advanced dolphins. And sharks and jelly fish and the whales are charming enough...

...

It's a long story. [hands go into the pockets] Maybe your flat is in the jungle...

The concrete jungle, if that's what you mean.

Don't you have any... homing devices you could use?

Uhm, no, not exactly. There's a jungle near the beach where the TARDIS is parked.

[digs into his pocket and flips out his sonic screwdriver] I've got this. I can find you with it.

[raises an eyebrow] That's your plot device stick, is it?

Oi, don't knock it. It's my sonic screwdriver. it is very handy, though.

'course, Doctor.

[people mocking his precious phallic symbol...] Anyway! When d'you want to do this? You've just been, well, brought back from the dead, so...

I'm fine.

[eyebrows up but doesn't argue] Then when?

As soon as you can come.

Ah. Then...I'll be over in a minute! [happily points the screwdriver at Sam, turns it on and hops off the plane]

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