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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master relaxes at a rather posh dinner table, as stolen from within the TARDIS. A book of some sort, a bottle of wine, a plate of scones, and a bag of jelly babies sit on the table. He's idly writing in the book]

TARDIS: broken out of.

War between the two major political forces in the globe: provoked.

Scones: ... a bit disgusting, actually. The consistency is terrible. Maybe I'll try to teach someone to make scones, because this just isn't acceptable.

Still! All in all, a good day. I wonder if I can get Devdas on the telly some time this afternoon?

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

That's so sad, though. Obviously Doctor needs more friends that live longer. Humans don't like long at all, which is kind of a shame.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That's why he imprisoned me. Because I could stay with him.

[madamemoiselle]

But are you two friends? Or at least can stand each other? It'd be kind of pointless if you didn't like the other person.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, I hate him and he needs me. From there, it gets complicated.