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

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[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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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[tenses, but holds her ground] What do you intend?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[another step in, his voice becoming softer as he moves closer]

I think it should be a surpris. Don't you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[her hand twitches, but she still remains still]

I am not fond of surprises.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[and slides up between the Master and the TARDIS.]

Master, stop it right now. You're not touching her.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

But Doctor, she doesn't hate me as much as Dietrich! I have to win that place back.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[sneers at the Master, then smirks] Perhaps you simply are not as effective a villain as you would like to believe you are.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

All right, both of you, quit it. Honestly, if you don't like each other, you could just not talk to each other!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[folds his arms]

She started it.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[glaaaaaaaares] I did no such thing.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Are you done arguing like children?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

oh, but I was hoping to make it into a more grown-up one.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And how, exactly, would you propose to do that?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I hope those earlier suggestions aren't your idea of 'grown-up.'

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Which ones?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I was wondering this myself.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Just... [rubs his eye] I don't suppose you two could just back away from each other slowly now, could you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, but you always like to be so close to her. I've not had the pleasure of my TARDIS's company in some time.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You do not deserve Lolita's company, nor mine.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Don't start again.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And yet when it came to choosing me or choosing you...

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You did something to her. You ruined her, twisted her! She should never have been with you!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

TARDIS, you know what he's doing, ignore the bait, would you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Now now, let the machine get jealous.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[lunges for him] I will kill you myself!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[quickly holds the TARDIS back from the Master.] Would you kindly shut up?

{I'm trying to make sure you're not killed, you know. You could be helpful.}