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[have the TARDIS walking about with a glass of some sort of wine. she's so taking advantage of having prolonged, physical projections to finally try things she couldn't before]

I will never understand the fascination with imbibing alcohol. This is the fourth one I've had and I am as unimpressed with this one as the last three. I must wonder why the Doctor insists on keeping it around.

[in other news!]

I've noticed a great deal more people arriving in this place. If we could calculate when a new being in being drawn into this nexus, perhaps we could harness that energy as a means of escape for ourselves. Has anyone tried such a thing, yet?

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[snatches the wine glass from her and takes a sample] Well, that's why; this wine is terrible. [holds it back out to her]

[glares at him something fierce and refuses to take the glass back] Your opinion was not solicited.

[drops the glass and lets it shatter with a shrug]

[doesn't move away, ignoring the glass and wine as it splashes over her feet, and watches the Master imperiously. finally chooses her words, voice clipped] I know what you did to me.

[raises an eyebrow]

[crosses her arms] Do not play games with me. You know what I mean.

I only blew up the plasma television because I was very bored, and he loved it so very much. The sight of him running off, hair wild, voice panicked... it was too entertaining for me not to provoke it.

Your games might amuse him but they do not amuse me, you insipid little swine. Don't you dare think you can continue this charade of a life. I won't let you.

[laughs] Do you honestly believe you can save him from me? He's already lost.

I do and I can. You do not have as much power as you deign believe, Master. He may love us both, the fool, but he has never left me for dead, something you cannot say for yourself. He will see my way of things.

Idle threats and empty promises. Words. Pretty as they are, they have no coinage here. Deeds are far more interesting.

Is that a challenge, Master? I do not suffer the same qualms as the Doctor when it comes to harming you.

One only challenges one's equal, and I'm afraid only the Doctor holds that status. But, feel free to try your hand at whatever you think may be effective.

You make a valid point. Only the Doctor and I are equals; you are something entirely beneath us. And I intend to. Even Time Lords feel pain, and I intend on letting you experience what you surely made me feel for the year you defiled me.

Oh, but you were much better that way. [steps towards her] My pretty paradox machine.

[stands her ground, though his presence reviles her] I am not yours and never will be, no matter what you do to me.

How you whimpered! It really wasn't as difficult to break you as I thought it would be. I suppose it must've been because you're such a mess after the Time War.

[takes another step in; TARDIS, say 'bye bye' to your personal space]

It was so... satisfying, to hear the hiss and scream of steam as I tore you apart. All those precious, pathetic replacement parts the Doctor had tried to fix you up with...

[slides a gloved hand down her shoulder and arm, catching her wrist in his hand]

But nothing can heal the damage of that War, not for you and not for him, and you were easily provoked into making the Contact I needed. I suppose it's not your fault; you are only a decrepit old machine.

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[shudders at the touch, instinctively flinching back, but keeps eye contact, voice cold and acidic] Words, as you said, are pretty enough, but they are as hollow as your heart. They will not effect me, no matter what you wish. You say you ripped me apart? No matter. Anything done can be undone and the Doctor repaired the damage you inflicted. [swallows hard] I may be motley, but I am not broken. I am not decrepit and I will not give you what you want.

[leans in to murmur in her ear]

But you just did.

[laughs and lets go, turning his back on her and walking away]

The best part about alcohol, I'm told, is getting drunk.

What exactly is the sense in lacking your faculties for an unspecified amount of time?

Helps you forget things you want to forget. Helps you loosen up and enjoy things you wouldn't otherwise let yourself do. Also pretty important in a lot of... bonding rituals between males, apparently.

How does one forget things by choice? I can understand the concept of amnesia, or even the forced suppression of thoughts and memories, but to forget voluntarily? Why should one choose such a thing? [considering she's a machine and very well can't, this interests her. as does bonding rituals] That is a custom I am unfamiliar with. Explain.

There are things you see... do... which you wish you hadn't seen and done. Sometimes, alcohol helps.

You've never gone out to the pub with mates, then? You'd be better off asking Gene Hunt about that one, but essentually, you get very hammered together, through various drinking games or just straight drinking, and somehow all the talking and the shared humiliation brings a group of people closer together.

Ah, regret. I am...familiar...with that, though I do not believe it's possible for me to ever forget my actions.

[quirks a brow] Gone out with mates? No. I've only recently perfected the ability to psychically project my consciousnes into a tangible humanoid form. I do not 'go' anywhere but where the Doctor wishes. [a playful smile] Well. Most of the time.

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