one: scientific curiousity

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[Well, then, if you don’t mind, there’s just going to be a twenty-something young woman entering the plane. Wearing black trousers. a white t-shirt, and a slightly oversized tuxedo jacket, which is naturally very dull and boring and unlikely to last very long as an outfit. She immediately starts inspecting things, because this is all very interesting and unexpected, which is naturally pretty magnificent.]

Coliseum, looks like perfect condition. Completely out-of-place star and nebula patterns, ground made from- [Just a moment, bouncing on her feet a little, then getting on her stomach for a proper inspection.] –I can’t say I recognize this. Reflective qualities; definitely not glass. If I could get a sample off- [She starts patting down her jacket pockets for something useful, and then notices... the black hole. Hel-LO there.]

Someone’s been busy, I can say that. That can’t be- [And as she leans forward for a proper look, she realizes that, hello again, she’s not alone. She addresses the nearest person.] Hello. I’m the Doctor [and you’ve NO idea how good it is to say that!]. I’m a scientist, and just... passing through for a bit. This is a very fascinating environment. Is any of it yours?

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[the Master's brain catches up with the workings of the multiverse]

And I thought I liked it when people said my name. Is it really appropriate to call yourself a scientist? You hardly have the qualifications.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrow raise, hello.] An active curiousity and a working knowledge of the basic intricacies of the universe? No, hardly not.

[Arrogance and sarcasm and styles that never go out of fashion!]

And what is this name you like hearing?

[SHE HAS SUSPICIONS, YES, SHE DOES. But the last time she had suspicions, she wound up throwing up on some poor bloke who just wanted to hit on her.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I meant your less than stellar marks in cosmic science. No pun intended.

[who else would start bitching at you about your grades?]

[...aside from Romana]

[or Braxiatel]

[or Borusa]

[or that one Time Lord in Terror of the Autons]

[I see your point]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, most of them aren't in her life at the moment.]

I managed.

[Barely. Shhhhh.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

On your second try, and just barely.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Now you're just being petty.

[:|]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Accurate.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

The Master, is it?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smiling] More often than not. And you're another present from the infinite universes.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Why, Master, did you want to unwrap he-

Dirty jokes aside.]

I'm not certain if I should be flattered you think of me as a present.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not think of you as my unpleasantly just desserts. [though one could make another bad joke with that] Exactly what regeneration are you supposed to be?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

The third. [Arches an eyebrow. Archly.] And yourself?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Let's just say I've gone beyond the limits, as it were, and leave the counting to the Council teaboys.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Mm-hmm.

[Suuuuure.]