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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There are stories of creatures who so terribly twisted the Web of Time that the entire thing collapsed in on itself, fragmenting reality and destroying all consciousness but for the one that created the collapse.

[Arthur looks a little worried now] That won't happen to me, will it? To my reality?

[Shakes his head.] It's highly unlikely. The web of time would have to be severely damaged. [He glances at the Master, because my, that story feels familiar.] But Gallifrey had many stories to scare people away from breaking the laws. [A pause.] Grandfather Paradox was always the worst.

Oh, that one wasn't so bad.

Grandfather paradox?

[Shifts a bit.] Ah, he committed paradoxes and sins against time and was rather disfigured and such. He roams time in agony and anger and would prey on any possible renegades, all sorts of nonsense.

[Why yes, the Doctor used to be terrified of him, what of it?]

The Doctor's dead scared of him, used to be as a boy, too. You were always more frightened by the old tales than anyone else.

[conspiratorial, to Arthur] He's a coward, you see, always has been.

[He actually quirks a smile] Sort of like the bogeyman, then. A tale told to children to try and keep them in line.

Granted, it usually takes a child's mind to make any of it truly frightful.

Oi! They were a bit...- If I was fearful of them, it's hardly because of any nonsense like that. It's just, well. They're ridiculous. Except the ones that are true. Then they're just bothersome.

Zagreus sits inside your head... Zagreus lives among the dead... Zagreus sees you in your bed... and eats you when you're sleeping...

[The Master smirks]

Who's Zagreus?

[mumbled under his breath.] Bloody cat...

[A bit louder.] He's real. Was. Is. Well. It's complicated. [He's sulky because that cat was annoying and MELTED TARDIS and other memories so he doesn't feel like explaining.]

Antitime. Oooh, that word tastes bad. Say it, Doctor: antitime. I feel all blasphemous just thinking on it.

I heard it quite enough during that. It feels very wrong when it's inside of you, too, I promise.

How can it be inside you? It's just a concept, isn't it?

Oh, it's real. It's very real. It's anti-matter, for time. ...Do they know about anti-matter yet?

[To answer the Master.] 1928, first theorized by Dirac. 1932 for the discovery of the positron.

[and for Arthur.] It was like a disease, almost.

[He keeps in mind to ask about anti-matter later]

Did it infect you because you're a Time Lord?

And because he's stupid.

[Rolls his eyes.] Because I'm a Time Lord and I was trying to stop the infection from spreading.

Was it...painful? Since it was antitime.

Mm, well, I was a bit mad for a while. The infection made me Zagreus, more or less. And it hurt, oh yes. I ended up exiled again. This time it was from this universe, though.

You and the Lady President really must stop doing that to one another.

How did you manage to get back to your own universe?

Hm? Oh, I was banished because of the antitime infection. No infection, no need to be banished. That's basically it, anyway.

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