13; at first I feel bad for a while [but then I just smile]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[look who it is! It's a Doctor! Where has this Doctor been? You'll never get him to tell you.]

[presently, the Doctor is looking over several pages of parchment written in florescent ink. All of the paper around him glows as if a lightbulb was behind it. If asked, he might even tell you what he's up to!]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master, you may have noticed by now, doesn't do 'abandoning the Doctor' easily. Also he has fabulous new scarlet-and-orange Time Lord robes thanks to Handy, and he's still wearing them, so possibly he's just in a great mood]

Writing love notes, Doctor?

[or 'vicious.' Perhaps that is a synonym for 'good.']

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[starts a little at the Master's appearance, then promptly turns back to his work]

Not so much.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good. I hear Rose Tyler is back; she can put your hearts back together again.

I thought you should know, Castrovalva is ripe for our rebuilding.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[With matters back home still as puzzling as ever, Romana was taking some time to stay on the Plane in order to mull things over. But her curiosity still has the habit of getting the better of her even if she wouldn't admit that when she looked between him and the documents.]

You seem to be rather preoccupied for once.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[glaces aside at the mention of Rose for a moment, then back to his work]

I'm no longer interested in rebuilding Castrovalva. There's nothing real there to save.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

For once?

I always find something to do, Romana.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We had an agreement, Doctor. You engaged in an affair, cheated in a game, and otherwise acted like an idiot, but that's your own fault. It's not a very good justification for reneging on your promise.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[small smile]

There is a difference between being preoccupied as opposed to being easily distracted.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

And why would you want to rebuild Castrovalva with me? Do you have another part of some plan to kill my TARDIS? Sorry, no, wound my TARDIS and keep me trapped?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[mildly offended]

I'm not easily distracted!

[the lights on the paper glows brighter]

Oh, now, that is interesting.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[and she rests her case]

And what is it that has you preoccupied today, Doctor?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I want to rebuild Castrovalva with you because I made you the offer and you agreed to it. You want to break that contract? Go ahead. But until you do, I will hold to it.

[It is worth noting that the Master's dramatic handwaving gestures are now emphasized by the Time Lord robes]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Nothing real exists in Castrovalva.

[short laugh--not just at how silly the Master looks]

It might even be appropriate for any sort of partnership between us.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Florescent ink. I noticed it when I took notes the last time I was here. It reacts differently depending on the number of people are nearby. Like...the inhabitants of the Plane power the light sources. Maybe power the Plane themselves.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[He links his hands together, and they disappear in the folds. These aren't his robes, after all. They used to belong to a friend of his, who is always - except that one time! - taller.]

Please, Doctor, your bitter cynicism doesn't quite reach through the metaphor. Try harder, why don't you?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

It would be a possible explanation for the continuation of new arrivals to the Plane.

[her expression is suddenly thoughtful]

If that is the case, then perhaps it was because K9's power source isn't the same that he could not function here.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not for you.

Aren't you done playing dress-up, yet? Where did you get those ridiculous robes from?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I mentioned I'd been looking for some robes to your half-human self, and he gave me these. I was hoping for a black cloak, too, but I'll cope.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[and it's River, who looks like she still hasn't completely forgiven him. But there is something else on her face that trumps that. Curiosity]

Just what have you gotten yourself into this time?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

And the sonic screwdriver doesn't have as many working functions here. I wonder.

Do you think you could acquire the Fortron Manipulator from the Capitol?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow and glances over at her]

A few experiments in power manipulation. Grab that paper over there for me, would you?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey. Dorothy's got an umbrella, as if she's just come in from out of the rain. Her silver shoes happen to be rainboots, today, as well. Anyway, she's fairly fascinated by the papers he's got]

Pretty.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[...]

So those are my robes.

[beat]

Explains why they're a little long for you.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

Yeah, I suppose they are, a bit. Usually a little brighter, but the power behind them seems to be drained.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You were always a bit gangly, yes, weren't you?