08; I told ya I was trouble [yeah, you know that I'm no good]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Have a Doctor. He's been, uh, indisposed the last few days on the TARDIS and no force in this universe could have him tell you why. As it is, he's wandering around, poking at some of the items left on the plane.]

Not it. Not it. Blimey, this place is starting to look like a dormitory common room.

[he finally finds a trunk he was looking for and turns it over.]

Right, well, that wasn't so hard.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I thought he was your best friend. I'm just your co-ruler.

I have, actually. Seems all the rumors about the Plane bringing people back to life were more than rumors.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're so irritating when you sulk.

I could've told you that. Or do you really think Self and I would've been so inefficient with our victims?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm not sulking.

So now you're just killing as sport, then? And you used to be such a classy enemy, too.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're always sulking when you're not bouncing off the walls, and half the time then, too.

Doctor, when have I not killed for sport?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, right now I'm doing neither, actually.

You used to kill for a reason. Some part of a plan.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sport is a reason. ['idiot']

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

That's what the sport hunters on Earth say. [eyebrow raise]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And are they wrong?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I think so. But you can't blame them, they're such simple creatures.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, nice try, Doctor, but not very effective. Or are you going to expound upon the complex and intellectual justifications for your love of Jelly Babies?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What do you want? I'm sort of busy right now.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Maybe I miss you. Don't you miss me? Kind of hurtful if you say 'no.'

[and he takes a seat on the trunk]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[flatly]

No.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ouch, I think you just put on of my hearts out of commission.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You'll survive. If you don't, the Plane will bring you back.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, look whose hearts have gone cold themselves? Somebody is feeling unsympathetic, and it's not me. What's wrong? Get someone killed again?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I'm not in the mood to play your games today, Master. Bit busy, in the middle of things, got some stuff to sort out, not in the mood!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[calmly]

I thought you were only restocking your wardrobe.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I am. That's what I'm trying to do.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're not very busy, then, are you? You can afford a chat with me.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I can also afford a new Armani suit, but I don't want one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You cannot. You'd have to steal to pay for it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I have a job back on Earth. I'm sure I've got money from there somewhere.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure UNIT stopped paying you a few centuries ago.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Could always go back to when I was being paid--- And it doesn't matter! I don't want a new suit! And I don't want to chat with you!