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

[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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[reaches out and touches her cheek curiously.] Is this a new one?

[automatically leans into the touch, nuzzling his fingers] It is. Do you approve...?

[smiles, stroking her cheek.] She's beautiful. When did you choose her?

[blushes faintly, smiling] Not very long ago. I have been experimenting. I am uncertain if I captured the proper complexion, however. Do I look proper?

It's rather pale but it looks nice with her hair. I'd say keep it that way.

Ah? [smiles, then hugs him] Thank you, Doctor. I am pleased you like it.

[hugs her back] I'm glad I saw it. Everything all right lately?

Everything...? Ah... [presses her cheek to his chest, not wanting him to see her face] It is, yes. Uneventful.

[Has an 'oh shit-' moment.] Ah, are you certain?

Of course. Have I any reason to lie?

[raises an eyebrow.] No, I suppose not. Well, spare feelings, that sort of thing.

[keeps looking down] Perhaps. Do not worry; I am well, I promise.

[he looks concerned but sighs and pets her.] If something is wrong, though, I would listen. Just keep that in mind?

I know. I...

[quiets, then] Doctor? If someone were to harm you ... how would you respond?

[The Doctor frowns and thinks about it. His mind? Yeah it went to the Master first.] It depends how and who. Some harm I handle better than others. I've been through just about every physical harm the universe can think up. I suppose it's the...effects of it that end up staying.

And if someone were to have touched you against your will?

You should...tell them to stop and get away from the situation. Yell for help, even. Did someone touch you?

I did. I requested repeatedly that sh-- [snaps her mouth closed. she doesn't want the Doctor to figure this out] It would seem no one was able to hear me though I called numerous times and demanded my release just as many.

[He raises an eyebrow at the missed word there but he's busy being upset that apparently someone has badtouched his ship.] How are you now? That...I can't even believe someone could...

[shakes her head, placing a hand on his arm] I am well, Doctor. Do not concern yourself. I should not have bothered you with such trivial matters. Forgive me.