Roleplaying memethingpost. And a bonus writing one. But mostly the roleplay.

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Because why the hell not--
Something borrowed, something blue...something like that. Give me one of your characters and one of mine and I will write you a short drabble (around 100 words) of what a marriage proposal could be like for them! Feel free to pick a current ship, complete crack, or even one we've played or discussed that out and I'll do a

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[molokovcocktail]

*just stares at the Master*

[isitthesmile]

*looks at him blankly for a minute, and then grins like he just won a prize, circling him slowly* Well, that is interesting.

[molokovcocktail]

*he can do this, just be calm and collected and not at all affected by this* That is one word for it.

[isitthesmile]

Is there a different one you were thinking of? *continues the slow circling, as though he's sizing him up* Do you have a name?

[molokovcocktail]

*tries not to shudder and fails* You know my name.

[isitthesmile]

*raising his eyebrows, drags his hand lightly across the back of Molokov's neck* I do? Funny, I think I'd know if I did.

[molokovcocktail]

*steps away from him, his breath coming quickly* Don't touch me. And don't play these games.

[isitthesmile]

*and, possibly just to be defiant, grabs his arm as he steps forward, even closer than before* I assure you, I don't play games without telling my opponent what we're playing. It isn't any fun if they don't know. Now, I believe I asked a question. *grip tightens, just slightly* I'm still waiting for an answer.

[molokovcocktail]

*his control is all but gone these days, and he no longer has the strength to be defiant* Alexander Molokov.

[isitthesmile]

*smiles brightly when he answers and lets go, patting him on the shoulder and resting his hand there* *almost like talking to a child* There, now, was that so difficult?

[molokovcocktail]

*doesn't respond to that, just shudders and wishes that the Master would just get on with it, whatever plan he has*

[isitthesmile]

*except, of course, at the moment, his only plan is to enjoy himself, and Molokov just happens to have his focus right now*

*thoughtfully* Parallel universe? Perhaps a crossed timeline, but then, you don't often get two identical face. Especially not such a handsome one. *caresses his cheek lightly before finally pulling his hand away* Chameleon Arch is a possibility, didn't think I'd go through that again, but you never know.

Except that doesn't answer the question of how you know me already, does it, Alexander? You know me, but I don't know you. *lightly, but it's obviously not a casual question* Can you explain that?

[molokovcocktail]

*the touch repulses him, but it's as if his feet are nailed to the floor - he couldn't move away, not even if he tried*

There's a place where all universes meet. Or so it was explained to me. *he doesn't believe any of it, not really, and yet there doesn't seem to be any other explanation* You were there.

[isitthesmile]

*raises an eyebrow, confused* All the universes? But that should be impossible. The walls are there for a reason, going back and forth tears them badly enough, for someplace to exist between them.... *shakes his head* It isn't possible.

*not unless the Time Lords come back in his future, or some greater power, but he already knows that won't happen, so he discards the idea*

Perhaps you were decieved.

[molokovcocktail]

Perhaps. All I know is that I entered the place, and could not leave again - until now.

[isitthesmile]

*a slight sneer* You couldn't leave? What stopped you? Guards? Locks? You're less like me than you look, then.

Maybe it was an experiment. Or a delusion. All in your pretty little head. *presses his fingers to Molokov's temple for a moment* I wonder if I could tell. I've never tried to see the nature of a memory before....

But, no. *pulls his back* If it was real enough to you, it would register as reality. Dig too deep, and I might break something. And we wouldn't want that, would we? *smiles, sounding like he wouldn't mind it too much*