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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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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I'd have to have some clarity to be able to admit I can be delusional. A truly delusional man never really knows he's delusional, now does he?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Unless he doesn't really realise he's delusional, and is just saying it to go along with everyone else.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Do you think I'd do that?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not for those exact reasons, but you've played the fool before. Playing the madman isn't that far off.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, everybody plays the fool sometimes.

And madman might actually be a bit more fun, I'd think.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It wouldn't be too difficult for you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

An easy transition, that's always a positive.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, it isn't.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

No?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You can't tell me you like how easy the transition between love and hatred is.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I guess I wasn't thinking of that sort of thing.

[watches the Master for a moment, studying him, and finishes off his drink]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And then there's that slippery slope of morality. From verbal violence to physical violence, from physical violence to torture, from torture to murder, from murder to genocide... or however you want to set it up. Perhaps murder comes before torture; it certainly did for me.

Mostly.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Mostly.

[looks like he wants to ask something but he seems to stop himself]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ask.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What you want to ask. You all get the same expression on your face when you do.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Do we?

[seems to hesitate for a moment, but, maybe it's the drinks or current events or the entire shifting moods this little date has had, but he decides on just getting it out]

If you had to, that entire murder part of the story, if you had a chance, if you thought you might be able to use it to hurt the Doctor, would -

[hesitates again, but he's gotten this far]

Would you kill me to hurt Him?

[he doesn't have a drink to occupy himself while he waits, so he laughs, trying to play it off as nothing terribly serious and tries to make light of the situation]

However misguided that thought process might be.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master laughs, and not because it's not serious; because he thinks Handy is stupid for thinking that]

You have such horribly low self-esteem.

[when he pins him to the bar this time, he's less violent about it. It's about intimacy, not violence]

I could never kill the Doctor, we both know that. So the question is: do you believe that you're the Doctor?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't fight against it, he doesn't even hesitate in responding]

Yes.

[he's almost startled at how quickly he responds]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then I won't kill you, will I?

[again, he lets Handy go]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose not.

[he doesn't move from where he was pinned, watching the Master]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[lifts an eyebrow]

Yes?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[straightens himself up and finally pushes away from where he was]

Nothing.

[turns around to face the bar again and looks at his empty glass]

I think I'll have another. You should make me one this time.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You'll get drunk.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

No I won't. Now stop being lazy. I all ready made you one.