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soundsofdrumsI'm starting to think that I should invest in a coat. Where does one even get a coat around here, anyway? It's hardly as if--
[He's interrupted by a certain other Time Lord blustering his way in. The Doctor skips in, going immediately through the kitchen and rifling through the drawers.]
Master, do we have any paint brushes somewhere? Or rollers? That might be better...
...Why do you ask?
Because I need them. Ah! Here we go!
[He snatches a couple of rollers out of a drawer (what were those doing there?) and dashes back outside, leaving the door open. The Master sighs, mutters "I'm afraid to ask", but proceeds to get up and follow him. He keeps the PCD on and with him as he walks outside to reveal.... The Doctor. Painting the outer walls of the building. Bright blue. Bright, TARDIS blue. The Master stares, practically horrified.]
What in the name of Rassilon are you doing to my house?!
Making it more homey. It was boring before, and when we're done, it won't be!
[The Doctor beams proudly at his work. The Master, on the other hand, practically flails, storming over.]
You're making it look like your bloody TARDIS!
Well, yes, that is the idea. Come help me. This is going to take all day if I do it by myself.
I'm not painting our house this ridiculous color!
Well I am.
...fine. You know what? Fine. I'll help you paint.
[The Master goes over, picking up a brush and dipping it into the paint. He goes to work, painting a series of circles and the like on the wall, stands back, and admires his handiwork.]
...Oh, very funny, Master.
[He scowls at the circles. It's old Gallifreyan, a language lost to all but the last of the Time Lords. The Doctor is a douchebag.]
((ooc: Master is in red, Doctor is in blue. Tags can come from either or both!))
[He's interrupted by a certain other Time Lord blustering his way in. The Doctor skips in, going immediately through the kitchen and rifling through the drawers.]
Master, do we have any paint brushes somewhere? Or rollers? That might be better...
...Why do you ask?
Because I need them. Ah! Here we go!
[He snatches a couple of rollers out of a drawer (what were those doing there?) and dashes back outside, leaving the door open. The Master sighs, mutters "I'm afraid to ask", but proceeds to get up and follow him. He keeps the PCD on and with him as he walks outside to reveal.... The Doctor. Painting the outer walls of the building. Bright blue. Bright, TARDIS blue. The Master stares, practically horrified.]
What in the name of Rassilon are you doing to my house?!
Making it more homey. It was boring before, and when we're done, it won't be!
[The Doctor beams proudly at his work. The Master, on the other hand, practically flails, storming over.]
You're making it look like your bloody TARDIS!
Well, yes, that is the idea. Come help me. This is going to take all day if I do it by myself.
I'm not painting our house this ridiculous color!
Well I am.
...fine. You know what? Fine. I'll help you paint.
[The Master goes over, picking up a brush and dipping it into the paint. He goes to work, painting a series of circles and the like on the wall, stands back, and admires his handiwork.]
...Oh, very funny, Master.
[He scowls at the circles. It's old Gallifreyan, a language lost to all but the last of the Time Lords. The Doctor is a douchebag.]
((ooc: Master is in red, Doctor is in blue. Tags can come from either or both!))
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Date: 2011-11-02 02:13 am (UTC)I have black fabric in my stores I think will do well for a coat.
[Juliet, collecting lots of random fabric? Never.]
What length of coat would suit? A long one, like the Doctor's, or one shorter, nearer the knee?
[She can't help but smile back. Something new and fascinating to help distract her is always good.]
That is the language of the Lords of Time? It is beautiful! What does it say?
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Date: 2011-11-02 02:15 am (UTC)[Oh dear. To tell her or not.]
Well. It was a bit of venting, really, and hardly something I'd wish to repeat in public with a proper lady.
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Date: 2011-11-02 02:38 am (UTC)I shall make you a very fine coat, Lord Saxon.
[And she giggles. The Lords of Time are no different to the young men of Verona, in that respect.]
If that is something that is not fit to be repeated in public, I can only imagine what a line of poetry would look like.
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Date: 2011-11-03 12:12 am (UTC)I have told you of your merits on many occasions, Lord Saxon. And here, here is more proof. Helping to ensure your friend completed his studies is most noble, even if the methods are not entirely honest. I have seen the male cousins attempt this very thing at home, and seen the wincing they do when they attempt to sit, once Father or their tutors have caught them out.
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Date: 2011-11-03 01:33 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2011-11-03 01:48 am (UTC)That - that is half. Knowing half of all you are meant to know is considered passing in your Academy? Your Doctor, books do not suit him? Perhaps he is more like Tybalt. Books did not suit him either, but he is - was - most clever.