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Location: Ophara, eventually
For: saxonmaster
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*has spent several months institutionalized for stress, delusions, and what many people think is schizophrenia* *is finally released and goes to her parents' estate to rest* *has many a panic attack et. al, trying to explain to people what happened but is just said to be suffering from the stress of losing her husband* *is walking on the grounds after an especially stressful day when she hears the unmistakeable sound of a TARDIS materializing* *takes off running in the direction of the sound, seeing something that resembles the TARDIS that the Master had only, slightly different* *still thinks the Master's dead, btw* *runs toward the TARDIS*
Lucy: Doctor! Is...is that you?! *sort of gets to the TARDIS just as its occupant is coming out and runs right into her* Doc-
Romana: *is run into* ACK! *falls over back into her TARDIS with Lucy on top of her*
Lucy: Oh. *gets up, embarrassed*
Romana: I'm not the Doctor, no. *sits up, looking at Lucy* You look like his type though.
Lucy: *is distractedly looking at the console room of Romana's TARDIS* This isn't the same one. He...said that it was the only one left. I don't understand. Is this the Doctor's TARDIS?
Romana: *chuckles* No, it's mine. I'm Romana. *offers her her hand to shake*
Lucy: *doesn't notice the hand* Yours...yours? How do you have one? Harry said...he said there was only one.
Romana: Well, as a Time Lady...more precisely the last President of Gallifrey, I was given one.
Lucy: *looks at her incredulously* He said there were no more. Just...just him and the Doctor.
Romana: *slight smile* Well, I'm a bit of an accident. I take it you're...acquainted with...the Master, too?
Lucy: *frowns a bit* Yes, I was, somewhat. *is quiet for a while* The Doctor...I need to speak to him. Do you know where he is?
Romana: Well, which one do you want?
Lucy: *blinks* Which one?
Romana: *pauses* Well, what does he look like?
Lucy: ...um, tall. Thin. Brown hair.
Romana: *frowns* Hmmm. Well, what does he wear?
Lucy: Oh, well, I guess...a suit. With trainers and-
Romana: Right, I know which one. *nods* I can take you to him.
Lucy: *sighs in relief* Thank you. So much. It's been so hard and...I've had no one to talk to. And...just..thank you.
Romana: *isn't quite sure what she's talking about* You're welcome. Have a seat. We'll be there soon. *stands and goes to the console, setting coordinates for Ophara again* *sends a message to the Doctor, telling him to meet her at her TARDIS*
Ten: *materializes his TARDIS so it's right near Romana's when it lands* *heads in when it does, and freezes when he sees Lucy*
Lucy: *stands and runs over to him, hugging him then steps back and slaps him hard*
Romana: *totally stands there with her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh*
Ten: *blinks* Uh...what was that for?
Lucy: Like you don't know! He obsessed over you! I...I was just part of his image. Like one of his suits or a tie or a pair of shoes. I wasn't important. But you...he wanted you close constantly. It consumed him! And then you were going to take him away from me. *pokes him in the chest* You were just going to take him. After what he did to me, you were just going to take him and go. Like you had a right to take my husband. *is all shrill-y and sounds insane*
Ten: ...er....
Romana: *is trying so hard not to laugh, she's in tears*
Lucy: And so I killed him! And it was your fault!
Ten: My fault!? I didn't want you to shoot him.
Lucy: I didn't have a choice! You were going to take him. And then you just left. After he died, you wanted nothing to do with any of us. Oh yes! I've looked. Jack, The Joneses. All left on Earth. And you just left. Washed your hands leaving all of us to deal with what had happened! Since you couldn't have Harry, you wanted no part! Didn't give a damn about post traumatic stress or anything! And I hate you BOTH for it! I hate him for he did to me and you for what you didn't!
Ten: Uh....*turns to Romana* Romana, I'd like to introduce you to the Master's wife..ex-wife, Lucy.
Lucy: WIDOW, Doctor. That's the word you're looking for. *angry!*
Romana: *wiping her eyes* Wait, the Master's wife? Doctor?
Lucy: WIDOW!
Ten: *frowns at Romana* Yes, well. She doesn't know. Apparently.
Lucy: Don't know what? *frowns*
Ten: Well, the Master...he's...well, he's not dead. *cringes*
Romana: *tries not to start laughing again* And that's not even the best of it.
Lucy: *eyes widen looking confused*
Ten: *sort of holds up his hand, showing her the ring* It...was sort of a drunken...trip to Vegas and-
Lucy: *totally punches him hard*
Ten: *holds his head* Fuck!
Lucy: *kicks his shins* *totally has stilletos on*
Ten: Ack! *puts some room between him and Lucy* *to Romana* Can you contact the Master and tell him to get his arse over here? AND STOP LAUGHING!
Romana: *is nearly dying from laughter* Sorry...sorry. Lucy...please, no...kicking the Doctor's arse in my TARDIS. Just...have a seat. *gestures to a divan*
Ten: *sits on the opposite side of the console room*
Romana: *contacts the Master*
Lucy: *glares at the Doctor*
For: saxonmaster
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*has spent several months institutionalized for stress, delusions, and what many people think is schizophrenia* *is finally released and goes to her parents' estate to rest* *has many a panic attack et. al, trying to explain to people what happened but is just said to be suffering from the stress of losing her husband* *is walking on the grounds after an especially stressful day when she hears the unmistakeable sound of a TARDIS materializing* *takes off running in the direction of the sound, seeing something that resembles the TARDIS that the Master had only, slightly different* *still thinks the Master's dead, btw* *runs toward the TARDIS*
Lucy: Doctor! Is...is that you?! *sort of gets to the TARDIS just as its occupant is coming out and runs right into her* Doc-
Romana: *is run into* ACK! *falls over back into her TARDIS with Lucy on top of her*
Lucy: Oh. *gets up, embarrassed*
Romana: I'm not the Doctor, no. *sits up, looking at Lucy* You look like his type though.
Lucy: *is distractedly looking at the console room of Romana's TARDIS* This isn't the same one. He...said that it was the only one left. I don't understand. Is this the Doctor's TARDIS?
Romana: *chuckles* No, it's mine. I'm Romana. *offers her her hand to shake*
Lucy: *doesn't notice the hand* Yours...yours? How do you have one? Harry said...he said there was only one.
Romana: Well, as a Time Lady...more precisely the last President of Gallifrey, I was given one.
Lucy: *looks at her incredulously* He said there were no more. Just...just him and the Doctor.
Romana: *slight smile* Well, I'm a bit of an accident. I take it you're...acquainted with...the Master, too?
Lucy: *frowns a bit* Yes, I was, somewhat. *is quiet for a while* The Doctor...I need to speak to him. Do you know where he is?
Romana: Well, which one do you want?
Lucy: *blinks* Which one?
Romana: *pauses* Well, what does he look like?
Lucy: ...um, tall. Thin. Brown hair.
Romana: *frowns* Hmmm. Well, what does he wear?
Lucy: Oh, well, I guess...a suit. With trainers and-
Romana: Right, I know which one. *nods* I can take you to him.
Lucy: *sighs in relief* Thank you. So much. It's been so hard and...I've had no one to talk to. And...just..thank you.
Romana: *isn't quite sure what she's talking about* You're welcome. Have a seat. We'll be there soon. *stands and goes to the console, setting coordinates for Ophara again* *sends a message to the Doctor, telling him to meet her at her TARDIS*
Ten: *materializes his TARDIS so it's right near Romana's when it lands* *heads in when it does, and freezes when he sees Lucy*
Lucy: *stands and runs over to him, hugging him then steps back and slaps him hard*
Romana: *totally stands there with her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh*
Ten: *blinks* Uh...what was that for?
Lucy: Like you don't know! He obsessed over you! I...I was just part of his image. Like one of his suits or a tie or a pair of shoes. I wasn't important. But you...he wanted you close constantly. It consumed him! And then you were going to take him away from me. *pokes him in the chest* You were just going to take him. After what he did to me, you were just going to take him and go. Like you had a right to take my husband. *is all shrill-y and sounds insane*
Ten: ...er....
Romana: *is trying so hard not to laugh, she's in tears*
Lucy: And so I killed him! And it was your fault!
Ten: My fault!? I didn't want you to shoot him.
Lucy: I didn't have a choice! You were going to take him. And then you just left. After he died, you wanted nothing to do with any of us. Oh yes! I've looked. Jack, The Joneses. All left on Earth. And you just left. Washed your hands leaving all of us to deal with what had happened! Since you couldn't have Harry, you wanted no part! Didn't give a damn about post traumatic stress or anything! And I hate you BOTH for it! I hate him for he did to me and you for what you didn't!
Ten: Uh....*turns to Romana* Romana, I'd like to introduce you to the Master's wife..ex-wife, Lucy.
Lucy: WIDOW, Doctor. That's the word you're looking for. *angry!*
Romana: *wiping her eyes* Wait, the Master's wife? Doctor?
Lucy: WIDOW!
Ten: *frowns at Romana* Yes, well. She doesn't know. Apparently.
Lucy: Don't know what? *frowns*
Ten: Well, the Master...he's...well, he's not dead. *cringes*
Romana: *tries not to start laughing again* And that's not even the best of it.
Lucy: *eyes widen looking confused*
Ten: *sort of holds up his hand, showing her the ring* It...was sort of a drunken...trip to Vegas and-
Lucy: *totally punches him hard*
Ten: *holds his head* Fuck!
Lucy: *kicks his shins* *totally has stilletos on*
Ten: Ack! *puts some room between him and Lucy* *to Romana* Can you contact the Master and tell him to get his arse over here? AND STOP LAUGHING!
Romana: *is nearly dying from laughter* Sorry...sorry. Lucy...please, no...kicking the Doctor's arse in my TARDIS. Just...have a seat. *gestures to a divan*
Ten: *sits on the opposite side of the console room*
Romana: *contacts the Master*
Lucy: *glares at the Doctor*