03; It is a lovely thing the animal [The animal instinct]

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[Guess who is back on the Plane again after being gone for a while? The Master has already seen the Twins and he's taken an egg away from all of that. He has also successfully left the Plane with it and come back a few times.

This time he is emptying his pockets.

He dumps out broken radio bits, a few damaged cell phones, odds and ends of wires and a mostly there pocket tool kit. What he pulls out of his hoodie pocket is the small something from the Twins.]

You can be for later. Lucky I'm not hungry just yet.

[Despite his threats to an egg that hasn't hatched yet with a cruel death by frying pan, he might seem a bit more in control of himself than other times he's shown up. That's cause the drums in his head aren't as bad as they were thanks to Nine and he's been able to focus on other things. Like fixing this faulty regeneration business. And eating. Lots of eating.

He takes a seat where he is to peruse the bits and bobs he's collected and classify them for usefulness. If he sets the egg in a fold of his hooded sweatshirt, it is not for its own safe keeping. It is for easy access should he wind up with a craving, that is all.]

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[S'up, Master? Long time no see.] You're not eating that egg.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Hello again, Doctor.] Not yet anyways.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Maybe I ought to just take it now, then. [he doesn't trust the Master to not eat a pet if it hatches :|]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Try it and it will be your hand instead. [Is that a gesture that may be misunderstood as protective as he shifts to place his hand over the egg? Maybe.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow] Trust me, you wouldn't want to eat my hand. ...Though on second thought, maybe you would. I've heard my blood tastes good. [he sits down next to him, making no move to actually take the egg]

What's all this for, then? [gestures at all the random stuff]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Have a patronizing look.] You corrected yourself on your own. Good boy. [PERSONAL SPACE, NINE. But he hasn't let go of the egg yet.]

I need to know what's going on back there. [And he can't exactly waltz down the street like this. It also helps him focus but he won't say that.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[personal space? What's that? Nine simply rolls his eyes.] Oi, don't patronise me.

[after a moment] What is happening in your universe these days?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

And my incentive to stop is what exactly?

[he picks up a mobile, turning it over in his hand to inspect the outer casing a moment.] Human Christmas. [Which makes him think about all the food he's been wanting.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

I'll buy you dinner.

...'Course it is. I missed out on Christmas, actually...too busy being stabbed by a sword. Least I didn't die that time. [which possibly implies that he's been stabbed to death recently]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[You have his attention.] Sure you can afford that?

[peers at him] What have you done now? Did it have to do with those matches I heard about?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

'Course I can! [holds up his screwdriver cheekily] Unlimited credits.

I didn't do anything! I was just having a nice chat with Weber, and the King walked in. Weber tried to shoot him, the King chopped off his hand, and ran me through when I tried to step in. [sighs] They're gone now though, both of them. We set them free. [he misses Weber :(]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

You're so very useful to the economy, aren't you? [it isn't exactly a complaint]

Idiot. [He doesn't care if he freed anyone or saved the day. He's still a sanctimonious moron. He lets go of the egg momentarily to pull the back off the mobile, pull out the battery and start to remove the outer casing.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

I do my best!

[sulks] I think the term you're looking for is "genius."

1/2

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

2/2

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Lie to someone else.

[he keeps a straight face for all of two seconds before bursting out into hysterical laughter as he phases out momentarily.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is just going to stare]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[he gets himself under control eventually. He's still tickled.]

No, no, I meant idiot. [He grabs a screwdriver, the normal kind, and pries off the back of the phone.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

...Stop with the insults for a mo', will you? You just sort of...phased out. You've never done that before. [he might be worried :|b]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[he sighs and offers up a shrug.]

It's a side effect.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring the egg, self sits beside self.] You don't have to settle for this. I can get you any supplies you want.

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[Hello there, self. Guess who is feeling a bit better?]

It helps me focus. I need to know what's going on. Can't go walking around like this.

[he runs a hand through his bleached hair.] It isn't enough.


[OOC: See, now I'm just tempted to hatch it in the thread.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

We do have stunningly handsome and recognizable features. I mean, who wouldn't want to look at us? The charming smile, these gorgeous eyes... Can you really blame them for knowing us even in disguise?

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

Hmm, true. But it doesn't make this as uneventful as I would like. [He still isn't paying attention to the egg after setting it down. He's more concerned with the phones.]

Don't have to worry about him anymore. Or his friend. [smiles a bit ferally] They ran, it was fun. Not much of a chase though. Oh well.

[beat] That was a while ago though. Hm. [back to tinkering!]


[OOC: shall we then?]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me: you're still hungry. [The Master takes out his laser screwdriver, a silent offer.]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

No, actually. [He just looks at it a moment before reaching out to take it. When he has it though, he simply stares a moment. It's a bit odd to see after all this time.]

Not as much as I would be anyways. Clothes are rather filling. [Yes, he just said that. The egg wiggles ever so slightly. He doesn't notice.]