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[ooc: No, the Master doesn't know this went up, YES I put it up just because it makes me laugh my flipping face off. My show is the MOST ridiculous.]

[The Master is unaware he's being filmed, and clearly so. The videos coming from a slightly weird angle but it's enough to show that his nose is red and his lips are going a bit dry and cracked. He's on a sofa in his house, shivering and trying to sleep with a blanket pulled up to his chin and a pink throw over that. Perils of having Lucy in and ( Read more... )

[It's not for Christmas shopping this year that the Master is round about the City. He's just making several trips around; back and forth to where he works, for one. But mainly he's hoping to find the TARDIS while the Doctor's not in it. If he could break into the TARDIS...well. The sky's the limit as far as he's concerned and the Doctor's hardly ( Read more... )

[The Master sounds growly and unsettled. Because he's back to Hobo!Master for the day. Huzzah.]

This. This is not funny. I want to be back like I was. I want it right now.

[There's the sound of something firing and then the Master exhales angrily and there's the sound of the crackle and buzz of electricity and someone screaming. And then it's quiet ( Read more... )

Calm down, all of you. Really, what's the use in working yourselves up? The City isn't that interesting. I imagine you all must need more exciting lives. Sad, really. And overall, the answer to your questions is generally "no", and don't try to be clever with double negatives. All of your theories are wrong, I can tell you that much before you ( Read more... )

I'm back. I'll be back to the flat in a little while, Lucy, if you're still here. I'm just cleaning up first. These little visits to my home universe are terribly inconvenient. With any luck, there won't be any further interruptions to my time.

[ooc: Succinct. As usual, slowatus is slow, mum keeps logging out of the desktop to keep me off it. I ( Read more... )

You're in the Wasteland and it's dark. There are piles of rubble and rubbish everywhere, casting shadows. Hills and crevices, and large discarded pieces of machinery. It stretches on forever, larger than is possible. There's no escape on foot from this Wasteland. The Wasteland is the whole world.

It is also curiously empty. No small nighttime ( Read more... )

This place is just a little bit obsessed with Christianity, don't you think? Or specifically at the moment, Catholicism. Five of the seven deadly sins, following right on the tail of a flood and an ark. Catholicism, though, so concerned with doing away with any fun a person could have. Don't eat too much, don't sleep too much, and above all, don't ( Read more... )

At the age of eight, I was taken to stare into the Untempered Schism, a gap in the fabric of time and space. It's part of a Time Lord initiation ceremony. Look into the Vortex. Prove you're one of us. And it went on and on, staring into eternity, looking at everything, somehow. I couldn't look away, they wouldn't let me yet, no, but I couldn't. It ( Read more... )

For those who knew Lucy Locke, she's gone, presumably returned home. Of course, there's no proof of that unless she returns with the memory of doing so. And memories can be faked. Nevertheless, Lucy is gone.

[ooc: Know what the best part of having a cold is? The part where you wake up every three hours. Yeah. This is a dual purpose announcement post ( Read more... )