There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight...
The Master is slightly bemused by the Christmas decorations that have spontaneously appeared in the Inn. He's currently sitting in a chair facing a Christmas tree, holding a drink in one hand (of Gallifreyan, not human, origin), tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair with the other. He's wondering, a little, if the Christmas tree is going to explode or attack anybody.
And he's wondering, if it doesn't do either, if he ought to make it. He kind of likes that idea.
Walter, meanwhile, is sitting some distance away, just watching the Master. He's trying to be discreet, and mostly succeeding, but... it's just so unnerving. He looks like Molokov, but at the same time... he is very much not. He makes the back of Walter's neck prickle.
Oblivious to the both of them, Angua is curled up in a comfortable chair far from any of the open windows (there's too much moonlight out tonight, it's just a good idea to stay away) with a mug of very hot tea, her chin resting on her knees. If she sits very still and stays here in the corner where the lights are slightly dimmer, her head doesn't spin quite as much.
And there's Jack, sprawled on his back on a couch. He's used to the idea that time is (very) relative, so the fact that it's Christmas here and only September where he's from doesn't bother him. No, what he is wondering is, since it is Christmas here, if he ought to get Rose a present. And the Doctor. And Martha if he can catch her...
And he's wondering, if it doesn't do either, if he ought to make it. He kind of likes that idea.
Walter, meanwhile, is sitting some distance away, just watching the Master. He's trying to be discreet, and mostly succeeding, but... it's just so unnerving. He looks like Molokov, but at the same time... he is very much not. He makes the back of Walter's neck prickle.
Oblivious to the both of them, Angua is curled up in a comfortable chair far from any of the open windows (there's too much moonlight out tonight, it's just a good idea to stay away) with a mug of very hot tea, her chin resting on her knees. If she sits very still and stays here in the corner where the lights are slightly dimmer, her head doesn't spin quite as much.
And there's Jack, sprawled on his back on a couch. He's used to the idea that time is (very) relative, so the fact that it's Christmas here and only September where he's from doesn't bother him. No, what he is wondering is, since it is Christmas here, if he ought to get Rose a present. And the Doctor. And Martha if he can catch her...