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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have some of the TARDIS wardrobe set out on the Plane. You might see things like this and this and this, along with all types of other clothes as well. Handy is going through it, looking for some clothes to get by before he replenishes his wardrobe. He holds a shirt up against his chest as he studies his reflection in a floor length mirror and then quickly tosses it aside, going back to sort through the racks of clothing]

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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[apparently]

That he has nothing to worry about, obviously. Beyond mutilating it, your tongue has nothing going for you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[see, sometimes all it takes is someone else to bring out all that hidden potential]

Well, he probably assumed he had nothing to worry about before, too. We all see how wrong you proved him there.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[they should start a business]

At least I fix my mistakes. You're still here, so I see the Doctor is incapable of fixing his.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[a line of "how to hide behind snarkiness and bitchiness for idiots" books?]

And unless the Master has thrown you out to the street, I see he's just as rubbish at fixing his.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[they'd make millions]

I am not a mistake!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[then they could take over the world]

[also, he may look extra smug here, since he actually got a reaction out of her. his face turns faux sympathetic, his voice condescending]

Of course you're not.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[they could

and she realises he has the upper hand and narrows her eyes]

No, I'm most certainly nothing like you, repeatedly left behind and forgotten, tossed away in another universe because I never should have been created in the first place. You're so very right.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's not letting that upper hand go, swallowing the scowl that is trying to creep up, instead smiling just a little brighter]

No, you get forgotten right under everyone's noses. No need to leave you anywhere, you just sort of blend in, like furniture.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[fights to keep her own scowl at bay]

If Harry had really forgotten about me, I wouldn't have bothered destroying your precious TARDIS. [smiles] And to think, you were forgotten in favour of me. I think that says quite a lot about you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[it's getting harder and harder to keep that scowl at bay]

Do you really think this has anything to do with you?

[laughs]

He only wanted to hurt the Doctor, you were just useful at the moment. Like I said, furniture. A couch does have it's uses from time to time.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[her smiles remains]

Oh, it has everything to do with me and you know it.

[her voice dips low, almost like she's sharing a secret]

Harry gave me permission to hurt him long before any of this began. Did you honestly think it was real? [laughs] You're as deluded and weak as the Doctor, then. You'd have liked it, though, the look on his face when he realised it was all a lie. You could just hear his hearts breaking, standing there next to his broken machine. Such a perfect pair, don't you think? I almost wish you'd been there to see it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he has lost the battle with that scowl. he stares at her for a moment, and swallows]

I'm busy.

[he begins pawing through a nearby rack, knowing he's lost and focusing on the clothing in front of him so he doesn't have to see her grin]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Really? You weren't so terribly busy to bother me in the first place, now were you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I am now.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Mmm, of course. [giggles] Do give the Doctor my best regards next time you see him, assuming he's even bothering with you anymore.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[not even looking at her anymore] Give the Master mine as well, assuming he's still keeping you around.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Harry and I are quite well, thank you. [and she just laughs some more as she turns and walks away]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he is focusing on clothes and ignoring Lucy's laughter and exit as best as possible. He is humming to himself trying to appear unphased. Let's pretend he is humming a song he has made up in his mind about what a whore Lucy is, because she totally is.]