on a wine-soaked strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrors {and a dash of loneliness}

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master is turning a small metal orb in his hands]

Centuries of dedication to the fine art of technical mechanics, and I turn it to this. How altruistic can I get?

[He tosses the orb into the air, where it sets up a four-dimensional projection of these words in flashing, 3D neon lights:

Ten-thousand-year-old immortal seeks dominating politician for ice cream binges, pioneering new societies, and snuggling. Must know some amount of science, enjoy genocide, and be tolerant of multiple personality disorder. Megalomania a plus. Magic-users need not apply.

Please send any inquiries via plane post box to Omega, The Engineer of Rassilon. Submissions without pictures will receive no reply.

This particular bout of literally mocking his own ancestor done with, the Master grabs a big, comfy chair to sit in and starts on his bag of popcorn]

[The poster of this entry takes no responsibility for Omega being Rather Cross any respondents.]

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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

This is awfully generous of you. I don't know if Omega will appreciate it, though.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He is a bit of a wet blanket, I know. That's why I put it up! That man really needs to get laid.

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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

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[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the grin of a monster] My Lord Founder! Something the matter?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow at the altruistic bit, and then...well...the rest]

Snuggling? Seriously? So I'm guessing that's another piece of information you picked up from your time as Rassilon then?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Maybe a little bit, but it was more a matter of discretion. Didn't want to say anything inappropriate in front of the kiddies.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Ah, you really are altruistic, sir. Devoting yourself to helping someone find their other half is a truly noble goal.

[pauses, thinking of those requirements]

But you might be too specific in your advertisement. Do you think there will be anyone here who will meet those requirements?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not, blondie, those traits are pretty common among my people. But I was hoping to let good Omega move outside the species's box, seek new horizons! And where better than at a nexus between multiple universes?

[hostclubmoekko.livejournal.com]

You're playing match-maker? How kind of you! I imagine Monsieur Omega will be glad to receive your assistance!

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

I am not.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[steals some of the Master's popcorn] He might just hate you more than hates me once he sees this.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[points a screwdriver (set to 'char lightly') at Nine's offending hand and fires] Not thinking of answering the advertisement, are you?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta is trying to look unimpressed. Of course, because she is Brigitta, she is rather failing at that] you get more evil by the day.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You can't manipulate heroes and struggle for universal conquest all the time. Some days, you just need a little something to cool down with.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Obviously retired for the evening, Reinette appears in a dressing gown. As if someone could not sleep. Now, of course, she is amused. A smile plays at her lips]

I was not aware you even acknowledged some of those words. 'Snuggling'? Truly?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Pleased to see her, the Master silently offers her the bag of popcorn]

I like to keep it safe for the children. And I couldn't think of any word that Lord Omega would find more offensive.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[grinning so hard] Shall I fetch a camera?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grinning right back] No need. My little trinket is already recording everything.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, Three's on the Plane. Not feeling 100%, but better than last time.

And not quite certain whether to laugh at this or facepalm. Or both.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Whatever her decision, the Master is eating his popcorn and enjoying the show]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor looks up at the sign, slight amusement tugging the corners of his lips.]

Someone's been bored.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[holding out the popcorn to the Doctor - though there is a 9/10 probability that he will yank it away when the Doctor reaches for the popcorn] Sometimes, a little evil goes a long way.

[roseoflegend.livejournal.com]

[isn't this curious?]

Genocide and snuggling, those really go together?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What can I say? Someone needs to hold you tight after nightmares about those terrible Vampires.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Your other self sees that popcorn you have there. It might be why he's come over but then, he will probably be more keen on sharing anything he might have with you, as opposed to other residents of the Plane.]

Playing matchmaker? [He has no qualms about sitting on the floor and so he does, rooting around in his hoodie pocket before pulling out a wrapped sandwich to settle in for what he imagines could be a hell of a show.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Have you spoken to him yet? Poor man really needs it. Still not over old Rassilon, as far as I can tell.

[he silently holds out the bag of popcorn to his self]