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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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Lazy wave] Tiff over a mot, not the sort of thing I expected from you two.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[A somewhat apologetic smile.] We actually argue over everything. It's our way of communicating. This time it's over a friend of mine staying with us.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Amused, she is] I know a few like that. Though most of their conversations aren't so concerned with torturing acquaintances.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Ah, that, well. It was a long and very odd day. She'll be all right. I'll make sure of that.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Odd for you? Dear gods.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he nods.] Living blobs of fat. That sort of...skipped around in the streets. They came off of people, you see, who were dieting. Just popped right out.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Well that's weird. She shifts her feet off of the chair and shoves it toward him with one foot, an invitation to sit.] 'Dieting'?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He happily takes a seat, nodding.] Oh yes. Strange sort of human tradition of specifically controlled and often ridiculously silly eating routines that are supposed to make them look more attractive. Well, there are legitimate reasons to diet but it's a cultural thing.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She makes a face] Sounds like something the nobility would cook up. What about the... blobs?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I wouldn't put it past nobility. But the Adipose, that's what they're called, were actually a different species. They just are birthed from the fat of other animals. They're fine, the parents came and got them.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[...] Did they. Well, that's a relief.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Very much so. Much better than how it could have gone.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

And how could it have gone?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, the foster mother was hoping to convert millions of people fully.