A's got a girl for each season [B's got a mail-order bride]

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[the Master and the Doctor appear together at the Astral Bar, bickering. No one should be surprised] Well, she's not that bad to put up with, is she? A bit mouthy, but you've picked up worse. The one of her here asked ever-so-nicely for me to take this one on, you know, so I don't mind. And anyway, if you happen to be acting particularly maddening, I can always use her as a hostage to put you back in line. It's a winning situation, I think.

You're not using her as a hostage. Frankly, I think she'd have a say in that first.

And I'd end up killing her because she's a very mouthy hostage, yes. It happens, I'm afraid. [the Master starts mixing a White Ballistic for himself, because he wants one]

[The Doctor wants one, too, but he's just eyeing the Master's] You haven't been slapped by her. You'd have to get through that first.

I'll draw her death out into something slow and painful, then. I keep telling you, Doctor, don't let any of your precious pets near me if you can't make them behave.

[the Doctor sighs and runs his hand through his hair] Her room is far, far away from yours, so you'll have to go out of your way to see her. Shouldn't be a problem.

Unless it becomes one, of course. You realise that there's only one good television lounge, and that I'm not sharing it with anyone. Except Lucy, of course.

You and Donna watch the same shows, don't you? Those sort of...popular things on in the daytime.

[for a long moment, he stares] I don't watch soap operas.

Oh. What about those talk ones?

No.

Well then, might need another television.

[the Master drinks his White Ballistic with a grin] My dear Doctor, the burden is entirely on you.

[ooc; join post, red is Master, blue is Doctor, expect double-tagging, and so on]

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[watches him in amused silence]

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[finishes making up his drink and raises the glass.] Better?

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Well, you're not lying, so, I suppose.

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Oh, well, at least that's settled. [sips his drink.]

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[drinks from his again]

We're getting close. Much closer than before.

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[he nods, swirling his drink.] Next time we might arrive at the same time they do.

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Might have to fight them. And kill them all, of course.

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[he frowns at that and shakes his head.] We aren't ready yet.

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We have the Clades.

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No. We're not using them. They're dangerous.

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So are Daleks, in case you didn't notice.

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We're not using them. How hard is that to accept? I can't. I can't use them and I can't let you use them and get yourself- [He cuts himself off and just runs a hand over his face before leaning against the bar.] Please, just drop it.

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I'm not going to let us both die because you refuse to fight with them.

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I'm not going to let us die because you wanted to fight with them at all.

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You're the one saying we're not ready to face Daleks on our own.

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That's why we need to think of a way that isn't resorting to the Clade.

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I think we can manage just fine on our own, actually.

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[looks a bit surprised.] Just as we are?

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You've fought them with less, haven't you?

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Yes but... [he rubs the back of his neck, then nods slowly.] I'd feel better if we did it that way, frankly.

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Me and you against the universe. I mean, the Daleks. How poetical.

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I don't think "Daleks" and "poetic" really go together.

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I'm sure I could manage.

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I'll just take your word for it.

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Oh, you're not even going to let me try? Doctor, you're hurting me.