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[The Doctor is not, surprisingly, brooding in the bar. In fact, he's not even brooding! He actually appears to be genuinely happy, in a "beaming away like Father Christmas" sort of way...and he's humming. A bit off-key, yes, but it's distinctly "Luck Be A Lady."

There are a few bits of TARDIS machinery piled up nearby -- the Doctor is actually taking Omega's advice, and repairing them. Of course, he's doing all this in the middle of the library, utterly oblivious to the fact that he might be disturbing someone's peace and quiet.]

((ooc: Nine has been bumped to a bit after the end of the Doctor Dances, fyi! Slow tags may be slow 'cause of work, but. :|))

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Oh, we only argue, Doctor. We might hurt each other a little bit every once in a while, but we can both take it. Besides, we're avoiding each other I'm pretty sure? I haven't talked to her since we got stuck together in the hot springs.

The Master told me what you did to her. [well, sort of. in vague detail. but it was enough to make him angry]

{still smiling sweetly, but there's a subtle, dangerous tone in her voice}

Oh? And what did he tell you, Doctor?

[Diva's not the only one with a dangerous tone in her voice. Only the Doctor's isn't so subtle.] He told me you raped her.

Really? How did he find out about that?

I guess it doesn't matter. I did, yes.

[wrong answer, Diva] Don't really care much how he found out, no. [there's another pause, as he tries to calm the oncoming storm here. it's not really working.] You're very lucky I haven't got a giant stake handy at the mo'. [fortunately, he has fists, and one of them connects with Diva's face. he doesn't remember the last time he's actually punched someone, but then, nobody's raped his TARDIS before, either.]

{The books fall from her arms as she stumbles back, holding her face delicately}

...You...You hit me. {Excuse her, it's not often that she gets a punch to the face. Well, unless it's the TARDIS, but that's just ironic. But she doesn't look angry, upset, or really...anything. It's a bit unsettling.}

[Nine is a bit unsettled...not just because of Diva's expression, but because he really did just hit her. He was that angry. He still is, and he's not sure how to deal with it.] You raped my TARDIS. What sort of reaction were you expecting?

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No one else threatened to kill me. No one else touched me. I don't really know.

Who else knows? [he wonders how his selves would react if they knew]

I thought all the Doctors knew.

[dryly] If they've known, they haven't told me.

{suddenly her tone turns quite cruel--it's her form of a defense mechanism even if it just makes things worse :(} I don't care if they know or not. I assumed that was why they won't talk to me, and I'm fine with that. Hey, but what about you, Doctor? Is this the last time that I'll see you?

Depends on how you treat my TARDIS. [his tone is dark, and still a bit dangerous]

Or what? You'll hit me again? Kill me? I don't really care. Do whatever you want, if it makes you feel better. There's nothing you can do that I haven't already lived through.

[he's frustrated, and pacing now] I don't want to, Diva. Doesn't make me feel better. I'd like to give you a chance. But you've only got one.

It's your decision. Sam only barely forgave me. I don't expect anyone else to. I thought for sure that she, or at least one of you, would kill me.

{She starts to collect her books}

I bet the Master told you because he expected you'd do something like this, though. It's all just a game to him, isn't it?

[nods] 'Course it is. Though I've got to ask...why did Sam forgive you?

He said it was because he didn't want to hate me.

Don't fancy hating you myself, Diva, but what you've done is wrong. D'you even understand why I'm angry?

Because I hurt your TARDIS, because you're disappointed, I know.

[after a moment of contemplation] Put the books down, Diva. I want you to help me.

...With what?

[gestures at the pile of broken machinery on the table] You're going to help me fix her.

{Frowns} That's not really a good idea. Even if I did like her, I'm not good with technology or anything like it.