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[sellyoumysoul]

[The video function clicks on to show a bedroom which some people - well, okay, the Master - will recognise as being Mr and Mrs Saxon's room on the Valiant. A few moments later, Lucy moves into frame. Due to personal shallowness timey-wimey business, instead of prison greys and the awful jail haircut, she has the red dress and the disarrayed

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Video//Private

[soundof_drums]

Darling. I knew you would find me here.

Video//Private

[sellyoumysoul]

...

Harry?

How...

Video//Private

[soundof_drums]

[Man, woman, he already told you this before-- OH WELL.]

This is a place beyond life, beyond death. Beyond the very stars... [He looks over her, allll (false) sympathy and tenderness.] What has become of you, my dear Lucy?

Video//Private

[sellyoumysoul]

An endless sea of the dead.

[She looks a little bit consternated by what she's saying, because she doesn't remember that's what you said to her last year. MOVING ON.]

They locked me away. A trial in secret, a prison miles away from everywhere...because of what I did to you.

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Oh my god Lucy?

Private.

[sellyoumysoul]

[Pause. Slow head tilt. Man, this afterlife seems familiar.]

Hello, Martha.

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

I'm guessing you don't remember being here before?

Private.

[sellyoumysoul]

[Another pause, like she's really not sure what the correct answer is.]

No.

We're sailing in the sky again.

Did you miss it so much?

[naughtbutlife]

Oh Christ Above. Oh Lord.

Lucy?

[sellyoumysoul]

[There's a long silence here, because Lucy's subconscious is insisting that Angelica is okay but she doesn't know where that comes from.]

Yes.

[naughtbutlife]

Lucy....do you....

[A hesitant pause.]

Do you remember m-- this place?

[sellyoumysoul]

I can't...

[She goes quiet again. One hand reaches up to touch the length of her hair lightly.]

Should I remember?

[fanged_aleera]

You...

What is it you remember of here from before?

[sellyoumysoul]

Nothing.

Not a thing.

I don't believe I've ever been here before.

[fanged_aleera]

Nothing... This is unfortunate.

The one who calls himself a Master of others - he spoke once of causing your death.

Is this truth?

[sellyoumysoul]

[OOC: Er. Fourth wall permissions. No need to go back on this, since it makes sense for Aleera to ask, but please don't do it again. Lucy's psyche is a delicate thing. :c ]

No.

[timesbureaucrat]

So you're the alien bride he cavorted with for a few months.

[He doesn't know whether to pity her or be disgusted by her. It depends on how much he feels like blaming the Master at the time.]

[sellyoumysoul]

[Hey fuck you too buddy. Dissing on the husband is pretty good at making Lucy act vaguely sane, except for the part where she's in love with the Master.]

Cavorted -

I am his wife.

[timesbureaucrat]

Wife. [He says with a sharp laugh.] You're a human, he's a Time Lord. You can't possibly think you were ever his equal.

[He continues, half to himself, in a tone of "those were the good old days before the liberals took over."]

There used to be laws against this sort of thing.

[soundof_drums]

Oh, Narvin. Reminiscing about the good ol' days of Gallifrey again? You could really do with a new hobby.

I worry for you.