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[There is a Doctor wandering the snow-covered hills on the Plane again. He's actually without his leather jacket, simply wearing a black jumper and trousers. He scans the air with his screwdriver, frowning, before bending down to scoop up some snow]

All this heat and humidity beats the ice caves on Raxacoricofallapatorius. But it's wrong. This snow ought to be melting. [he pockets the screwdriver, before packing the snow into a ball and tossing it between his hands] Wonder if it'll melt with the storm -- there's got to be one soon, the weather's perfect for it.

[pauses] Perfect if you're on Earth, anyway. Of all the planets in all the universes to choose from, why'd the Machine pick Earth for a weather simulation?

[ooc: Nine has been canon-bumped to the end of Boom Town!]

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[The hand holding and the smart comments about dye of all things are just a bit too much for him to leave alone. He glares and moves to jerk one hand away and direct a blast of that excess energy at his chest (if only the jacket was there to get BURNED).]

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[He tries to withstand the blast as long as he can, much as his alternate Tenth did, but eventually he collapses]

[Part of him expected that and yet another part didn't. The Master moves before his mind can fully catch up with what he's doing and he attempts to stop him from falling, arms supporting under his shoulders to keep him upright as he goes to one knee with him.]

[Speaking is rather difficult when you've just been blasted with a ton of energy, so the Doctor is just going to cough for a bit and not move. Eventually, he manages a very weak;] What the hell was that for?

[He realizes that he is now holding him up and scowls, looking over him with a look of utter disgust, whether at himself, the Doctor or both remains to be seen.]

What do you think?

[aaaaand drop!]

[Ow. :| Have a glare from the ground, Master...the Doctor would respond, but he's too busy BEING IN PAIN, thanks]

[The Master paces a moment, ignoring the glare but then sits next to him, arms propped up on his knees as he watches him.]

Do you remember back home? My father's land? It was never enough for us, even so vast as it was. [rueful laugh] We'd run in those fields all day, calling up at the sky.

[disgust, again] Look at us now.

[the Doctor's glare softens into something more distant, and a different sort of pained. he remembers.] Still...never enough, is it? I -- [he's interrupted by a fit of coughing]

I'd never try to trap you in my TARDIS.

[he gives a derisive laugh]

Wouldn't you, though? [crouches low and crawls closer to him, voice a hiss.] What would you do then? Hm? No, "The only safe place is the TARDIS." or "Having someone to care for."? Like I'm some decrepit pet to nurse back to health?

[after a long moment] You're no pet, Master. Not someone I can control, or fix. Your self taught me that lesson.

[he doesn't trust it but he decides to leave it alone for now. That answer is far better than anything else he expected.]

At least one of us could teach one of you something useful.

[he manages to roll over a bit, and glances down at his burned jumper. in a grumpy tone;] You owe me a new one.

[eyeroll but then completely serious] Let me just pop back and go human shopping for a snack and I'll bring back my leftovers for you, shall I?

[:|] On second thought, I'll just dig around my wardrobe for a spare, thanks.

[grin} I thought as much.

[Nine attempts to push himself up off the ground, but has very little success] Suppose I ought to say thanks...

[The Master is going to do what he does best and help by moving to push his shoulder and keep Nine down.]

Stay down, idiot. [eyebrow] If you try to thank me for not eating one of your pet humans, I'll forgo the kitchen if only to spite you.

[owwwww, dammit Master >.o] Oi, watch it! And I wasn't saying thanks for that. 'Course, I might get you dinner for it.

[he tries to give you a mild zap for that but then you just said something close to a magic word. Dinner. That means food. He isn't going to be snared so easy though.]

All I have to do is go over to the kitchen. Or back to my own reality. [Though his own reality appeals to him so much less because real food trumps gross humans any day.]

[even a mild zap is still painful at this point. thanks, Master.] Could get you something Raxa...corico...fallapatorian, but maybe you'd rather use the kitchen...

[This zapping game is fun! Too bad there isn't enough hair to make it stand on end.]

Then you should get me something from there. [Duh]

[Nine stands, after much effort, and manages a few steps toward the kitchen before simply collapsing again :|]

[the Master stands and wanders over, moving to try and nudge him over with the toe of his boot.]

Even though now would be nice, I clearly remember telling you to stay down. But please, watching you flail and flop on the floor is highly entertaining.

You can continue.

[nrrrgk] Think I'll...take a rain check, thanks. [pauses] Don't fry anyone else while I'm gone. [and then he drops off the Plane]

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