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[This last week has had some pluses and minuses. The mindless killing (no pun intended) was rather theraputic, yes. The girl who claimed to know everything about him and his future? Not so much. The Master has no reason to believe her, doesn't have the slightest bit of trust in her words, but the ideas have been plaguing his mind regardless.

The drums have been louder than they've been for a good while, and now he's got the added bonus of wondering about a new possibility: that they aren't just the product of his own insanity.]

So! Is that little adventure all over and done with now? What a shame, it was starting to just get the tiniest bit interesting. [A pause.] Maybe I'll start up a project. Might as well be productive with my boredom.

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Good, good. [Another smile, and he stretches before starting to dig through the nearest pile again.]

Care to look for anything that looks like electronics, then?

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Certainly -- though what, exactly, do you need?

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Anything that can be used for some kind of circuitry. Worse comes to worse, I can do everything completely manually, but it's so boringly time consuming.

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Enjoying your life here, Rachel?

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[There's a soft 'mm' of agreement as she begins to poke through certain piles of joke.]

Oh -- well, I suppose. A few of my friends from my world are here and I've made a lot more. It could certainly be worse.

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How quaint. It must be nice to be among peers. It can get so very lonely otherwise, being the only person of your kind.

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I was here by myself for awhile, the first time I came here. I remember... some of it.

[Rachel frowns as she holds up a radio.]

It was rather lonely.

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[He holds out his hand, wanting to take a look at the radio.]

But you never gave up hope, did you? Waiting, waiting, always waiting-- I'm waiting too, you know! [Smile.] There's one other. We're both so very lonely, so it's only a matter of time.

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Kurt did show up, in the end, so I suppose it would have been silly to give up hope.

[Rachel offers the radio, but blinks, at the Master's wording.]

One other what, exactly?

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[He takes the radio, starting to fiddle around with it.]

One other Time Lord.

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A Time Lord?

[She sounds curious.]

What's that?

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My species. I haven't told you yet?

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[Months ago, this would have disturbed Rachel beyond words. Now, it's sort of like -- a normal day in Adstringendum.]

You're an alien.

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I am. Surprised? I can't really blame you. You humans look so much like us, after all.

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I guess.

[But Anna looks just like them, too, and she's an Angel -- so Rachel supposes some otherwordly beings just look like humans because they can. Or something.

Sob, where is Artie and his amazing science-fiction knowledge when she needs him.]

Time Lord, that's a little pretentious, isn't it?

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Not with our affinity towards time, and power to travel through both it and throughout space. [Shrug!] But hey, either way, didn't choose that name. Blame the Ego of Rassilon and his need to make everything sound incredibly pompous. Or after him. Not exclusive terms.

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You can time travel?

[Even Rachel, who has little to no interest in science fiction... nonsense, thinks that is pretty cool.]

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In our TARDISes, yes. Time and space traveling machine. I rather miss mine.