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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Remember that metal orb the Master created? You know, the one that set up a four-dimensional projection of a craigslist ad in flashing, 3D neon lights?

Well, there's a new one on the Plane. What does the sign say, you ask?

"Bored 900-year-old Time Lord seeks new best enemy for Epic Battles across time and space.

Minimum Requirements:

- genius
- able to keep me on my toes
- witty sense of humour
- an ego that's bigger than mine
- at least 900 years of experience

Submit resumes below. Applicants will be contacted via Plane post box for an interview."

Below the sign is a table, with a box for the resumes. The Doctor's feet are also propped up on the table and he's leaning back in a chair, looking rather pleased with his work.]


[The poster of this entry takes no responsibility for the Master being Rather Cross with any applicants. :D]

Comments

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Could've been worse! Funny thing about regeneration, it's a bit of a dodgy process.

[boob-window.livejournal.com]

Lucky you, I guess! Everyone else only gets one shot. You're so cheating.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Oi, I am not! Now the Master, he's cheating.

[boob-window.livejournal.com]

Really? How so?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Most Time Lords have only got thirteen lives, but the Master's a bit like a cockroach.

[boob-window.livejournal.com]

Villains, super or not, tend to be. But if you've had to deal with him for 900 years straight, you have my condolences.