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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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And how old are you? Fifteen? You should write wrist-slasher poetry, call yourself 'indie,' and start a band in 2006.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Right, this conversation is over. Get off that trunk! I've got to go.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No. You know what? I rather like it. I think I'll keep it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Fine. Fine!

Fight over everything with you, you can win and have the trunk.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good!

[disappears with it, and reappears, standing - without it]

There we go! Now, that was some mighty-easy foiling, wasn't it? I should foil you more often. It's funny to see your response.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, you haven't foiled me all that much.

After all, that trunk was labeled "Saxon". I was aiming for a few of your suit jackets.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiles and takes a step in]

You just can't be honest, can you?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[cue confused expression]

I'm sorry?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You don't like my suits. You prefer your own. Not the blue one, of course.

But a trunk with 'Saxon' on it, that was true. And very very strange, because I don't keep my clothing in trunks, do I? Certainly not here out on the Plane.

[takes a half step to the side, in towards the Doctor]

Stealing my wife's clothing, hmm. I wonder why you'd be up to that?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Lucy's clothes were in there? Well, would've been a waste of my time. I don't travel with companions who like beige.

[makes a face]

And I like my blue suit. Just not with the red shirt.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Except when you take them ice skating, apparently.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[crosses arms again]

Are you implying that I'm stealing Lucy's clothing for my new and ever-so-secret companion?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[rests an arm on the Doctor's shoulder]

You know exactly what I'm implying. The only 'stupid' you can play against me is that you're an idiot to think you can decieve me.

[little does the Master realise...]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[eyes the hand, raises an eyebrow]

Right, then, enlighten me. What am I doing?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[casually]

Lucy wasn't in the TARDIS for the past few days, you know that? Disappeared longer than I liked. I was fretting over her. Refused to let my Doctor leave the planet until we could find her again.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I admire your obvious devotion.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[absent accusation]

Jealous, and I'm not sure who of.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[ignores that]

And where was she when you found her?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Here, actually. Apologizing to Diva for missing a party. Have you met Diva? Lovely woman. French, sort of. Also a vampire. She's actually killed more people here than Self and I have.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes, the TARDIS despises her.

[shakes his head]

Right, well, at least she's found.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oddly, I never thought to ask you. I should've; you've shown far too much interest in her of late. But the idea slipped my mind entirely.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, she's your wife. We're going to be collaborating on a planet. Though, really, from meeting her I think we should just give her the moon. It's unpopulated, she can handle it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, but she's got her eyes set on Terre d'Ange.

[drums his fingers on the Doctor's chest]

You're putting grand ideas into her head. I'm quite proud of you, actually.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Terre D'Ange? Oh! Right, I got her a book from there. She'll do quite well if she manages the dances correctly. You know how they are, always picky about their dances.

Think you and my other self'll take her?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to steal your date, Doctor.