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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

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Exactly. You'd be lonely.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[would that be a genuine pout finding its way onto the Master's lips? Why yes, yes it would] No I wouldn't.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure you would.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He's annoying.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean you won't miss him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[far too Masterly to sulk! Except for the bit where he is] So?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Soooo, you're glad he's with you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Now that's taking it too far. I enjoy battling him. Living in his TARDIS is annoying.