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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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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[hookers]

I told you. It's a constant thing, really.

[the Master almost asks what happened, but he decides not to]

And I'd suggest plain dress shirts. Abandon the layers thing entirely.

[he lifts an arm to indicate the robes he's wearing]

I suspect that our habit of dressing rather - shall we say - conservatively derives from these.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[oooh, what about summoning hookers in Time Lord robes?]

Or just a freak occurence?

[looks thoughtful for a moment, having very much forgotten about his earlier clothing quest]

Plain dress shirts.

[watches the Master in the robe and then moves around to go look for dress shirts]

Is that where the blame lies? I still feel a bit odd if the neckline is too low.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh, so that's what Misaki does in his spare time?]

If the neckline is low, I feel a bit... naked, really.

[those robes have scarred them]

But I think simply wearing dress shirts works. No ties. Unless you plan on getting a job, of course. Then you'll have to look professional.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[now we know. NOW WE KNOW]

It's odd, the things that stick with you.

[scarred for life. or lives, as the case may be]

I don't plan on getting a job anytime soon. I'd be very happy if I never have to get one, honestly.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

So you're still stealing other people's money. How entirely unsurprising.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Like I said, it's odd the things that stick with you.

[pulls out a blue dress shirt, examining it]

Yes? No? Maybe? [shrugs] I don't know.

[doesn't wait for a response before tossing it aside]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[watches, amused]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he is on a mission once again, so he does not notice your amusement. he grabs another blue dress shirt, seemingly very similar to the one he just tossed aside]

This one, I think is a yes.

[moves to examine his reflection in the mirror, holding the shirt up against his chest, scrutinizing it for a moment]

Or not.

[and it gets tossed aside as well]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[holds up a black one]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head a moment, appraising it, before taking it from the Master]

You think?

[moves over to the mirror, examining his reflection with the shirt]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I do.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[studies his reflection a moment longer]

It's not too bad.

[he puts it in the good pile and then is back to rooting around]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[tugs on the sleeves of his robes again, because they're a bit long for him, and a bit too tall, too]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[don't even, the narration knows the future, and knows how much you really want to keep those robes, but Handy doesn't know this yet, so he just watches the Master for a moment]

Do you want me to see if I can find a better size? Maybe my second has a robe lying around in here somewhere?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he loves those robes. Do not accuse him of not loving them based on an impulse]

They're fine.

[whether he's comfortable, or he doesn't want to admit that he's always shorter, we'll never know]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he loves thwarting MJ!Ten more than things from Handy or robes. I bet he loves MJ!Ten thwarting more than summoning and hookers, too.]

If you say so.

[shrugs]

They look good, either way. It's been a while since I've seen someone in them. I thought I hated the things, but it actually looks good.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[consider: for the Master's eight hundred years as a renegade, he's spent about twenty-five years in the Doctor's company. The other 775 years were spent in summoning and with hookers]

I always thought the Valeyard wore them well. Even that hat.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[consider: the Master shouldn't have given up those robes :|]

Well, everyone has to have at least one thing going for them, that would be his I suppose.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[let it go, goddammit]

Sartorial elegance?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[like he let those robes go?]

Yes. We'll give him that one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[I'm not talking to you anymore.]

He was also quite eloquent.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[whatever, he loves the Master still, so the narration will just sigh]

Well, you seem to think more highly of him than I imagined.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We spoke before your trial.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[he's not sure how to react, so he just goes back to looking for clothes]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins]

How about a nice, dark blue? Prussian, maybe.