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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: 2011-11-07 05:12 pm (UTC)What else do you do with your time, Master? Drink tea and play with kittens? [Bitter much? You bet.] That's not how things worked on the Valiant.
[He turned away, trudging back into the house.]
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Date: 2011-11-07 07:25 pm (UTC)[offline]
Date: 2011-11-07 08:08 pm (UTC)We'll talk later, Master.
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:07 pm (UTC)[offline]
Date: 2011-11-07 09:14 pm (UTC)Leave me alone. [He pushes his way past the other to his bedroom and slams the door closed.]