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 was considering that. There are abandoned moons in Lostos made out of Asbestos.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And we all know how much you like pretty colours.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[glares]

I could find a set of swords and take out some aggression on you. Wouldn't be so bad, I think.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'd be more than happy to match you in that, Doctor, if violence is the path you choose.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Isn't that the path you'd want me to take? Follow in your shiny-shoed footprints and all that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'd want you to take the path that makes you happy. Then I'd be spared listening to you whine and moan about your life.