July 2012
thedoctortheoncomingstorm asked: I bet I can get us to one of those, [the Doctor responds, and playfully bumps his hip into the Master's. Once the food is packed, he tucks the blanket into the basket, picks it up, and starts for the console, hovering by the Master's side.]
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
[Hands go into his trouser pockets to hide how bad they’re shaking.]
Fine. Then go, I’m not forcing you to stay. I’m certainly not trying to hold you back from anything, or keep you from being you.
[Silence again, and the Doctor still hasn’t looked back over to him.]
Do you love him?
Oh, come now Doctor. Don’t get like this…. and if you’re...
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thecaptainfromcardiff:
“Well, if you want a drink, we can go back to the hub.” Jack said. He didn’t really see a point in not bringing the Master there. He felt confident enough he could keep an eye on him. Besides, the hub sounded like a much better place than being out.
“I don’t feel like being around… unfamiliar people.” Jack said with a shrug. “I have a dart board set up down there. That’s...
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
[He’s shocked into silence at first, but once it has time to set in, he’s not really all that shocked. Truthfully, he’d been suspicious of just this.]
[The Doctor swallows hard, looking at anything but the Master, and when his voice comes out, it’s quiet,]
…Why not?
I just explained that! -He said exasperatedly, not wanting to repeat any of it.-
Think about it....
thedoctortheoncomingstorm asked: [He also picks out a bottle of wine with ginger extract in it, and starts to pack the basket.] Would you be opposed to going to Gallifrey? [He asks gently.]
thedoctortheoncomingstorm asked: [The Doctor gets to work on putting them together some sandwiches, and gathering other food and some drinks.]
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
Master, what do you mean? You can tell me anything, no matter what it is. You don’t have to dress it up, or talk in riddles.
I’m not talking in riddles! It’s more than obvious that I’m telling you that I don’t think that I love you! -he said loudly, looking rather shocked that he’d said after the words had spilt from his mouth.-
thecaptainfromcardiff:
“I thought you said you didn’t have anyone that cared about you or where you are right now.” Jack said, putting his hands in his pockets. “If they’re so preoccupied, you think they’re gonna notice you’re with me?” He asked raising a brow a little bit.
“I was thinking a drink. Maybe a game of pool.” Jack shrugged, looking to the Master, still not sure why he was even doing...
thedoctortheoncomingstorm asked: [This causes the Doctor to smile, almost shyly. He places a gentle hand on the Master's jaw and turns his face towards him, leaning down to sneak a brief kiss. Once in the kitchen, he releases him and starts for the refrigerator,] What kind of food should we bring?
thecaptainfromcardiff:
“I happen to be very popular at parties, thank you.” Jack said, continuing to follow after the Master. “Set plans are overrated. I had plans, and they involved people who are now gone.”
He didn’t quite know why he kept on following the Time Lord. When he thought about it, it really just was that he was lonely. He hadn’t talked to anyone in the past three days. “I’m…...
thedoctortheoncomingstorm asked: [He tries to push away the nervousness churning in his stomachs, and places his hand over the Master's. They walk to the TARDIS, which opens with a snap of the Doctor's fingers, and they head to the kitchen.] It's nice to see you again, you know.
lastofthewinchesters:
Dean shrugged at the Master, eyeing him with no particular incentive to intrude upon the TimeLord’s personal problems, whatever they were. “I’m just saying that we all have stories, and we’re all running from them, is all,” He replied. “None of us is exactly normal.”
He paused, then glanced towards the street where his car was parked. “Um…in this cheap-ass motel around the...
thecaptainfromcardiff:
Jack was stunned for a moment. He couldn’t believe his team would just up and leave him, not them. “They’d call me. Ianto would call me.” Jack said defensively. But how many times had he up and left them, no explanation, no reason given, not even a goodbye? Had they just finally grown tired of it, grown tired of the responsibility of their job?
When the Master started...
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
You’re not evil, [the Doctor remarks, passing a brief glance at him.]
It’s an expression. I’d rather be stuck in here with you at this point because I know how you are. -he said in an agitated tone after rolling his eyes.-
Also, the fact that you’ve said that ruins my image. I’m supposed to be your equal, but I’m the equal that goes...
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thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
[Well, that hurts. Quite a bit actually, but at least it’s out on the table, so to speak. He can’t look at the Master, however, so he keeps his gaze trained on the wall facing them.]
You’re pushing me away.
[He falters, but continues,] If we lose this, that’s… well, no different than anything we’ve dealt with before. But can you at least try to hold onto our...
thecaptainfromcardiff:
“Sorry I haven’t gotten a hold over this whole immortality thing. I’ve only been at this for a century and a half.” Jack said with a bit of a snarky tone to his voice. He turned around to look at the Master when he became defensive and raised his brows, holding out his arms.
“Hey, didn’t mean it like that.” He was tempted to add you’re much scarrier than the Weevils, but...
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
What am I doing wrong? [The words slip from his mouth without warning, but they can’t be taken back now.]
Just tell me what I’m doing wrong.
I could go on for hours, but the short answer is that you’re only being you. -he said, putting his work to the side for the moment.-
You can’t just stop being what you’ve made yourself…. though...
thecaptainfromcardiff:
Jack looked at the Master for a few moments, fuming. He knew damn well that the Master had been in and about Cardiff. Of course he knew, he monitored that kind of stuff, even more closely than Toshiko sometimes. But he wanted somebody to blame for this, he needed someone to blame. However, he also knew that if the Master wanted to be hostile, there were a million different...
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
Yeah, I’m okay, [he lies smoothly, without missing a beat. He hesitates for a moment, but rests his hand on the Master’s shoulder and gives a squeeze before allowing the touch to fall away.]
Would you like some company, or would you prefer I go?
-He glances at the hand that comes to touch him before looking back at the Doctor with a rather vacant expression.-
...
Torn Apart. - @themasterinthetardis
castielofheaven:
Castiel looked at the Master, confused by the hand on his shoulder, never having experienced a compassionate touch from the Time Lord and his wings twitched nervously.
Looking into his eyes, the half-Angel saw the offer was sincere and he opened his mouth to accept the offer but paused taking note of the voices that were rabbiting in his head. They weren’t too bad at the moment...
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foxyroxytimelady:
“You’re funny alien man, but yes I normally dress like this. It’s called a fashion statement. Do they not have those on your planet? What am I saying of course you don’t. That Doctor wore a suit and converse together.” She quipped. If he talked to her after that then she’d be impressed.
“Mm…. he calls it geek chic apparently, but look at me! At least I fit your...
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
[The Doctor just watches him, debating to himself if he should press the subject or not. But he knows from experience if the Master doesn’t want to discuss something, he’s not going to discuss something. And really, this is typical. Ginger never opened up to him either.]
Do you need some help? [He asks in reference to the scanner, deciding to let it go after all, and...
thecaptainfromcardiff:
“Don’t give me that.” Jack snapped. He really was not in the mood tonight. “They’re gone for three days, no trace, no word, no reason for them to go, and then you just suddenly show up?” He said, shaking his head. “Too much of a coincidence. What’s going on?” He stood with his feet spread apart, his arms crossed in front of them, gripping the bottle of whiskey tightly in...
thecaptainfromcardiff:
Jack had already had a small bit to drink, just a small buzz floating around in his head as he stared up at the sky, wondering if his Doctor was ever going to be on his way back. If he’d just get here, and take him away, maybe he could forget for a while that those closest to him were all gone.
Then he heard the voice, and stood up quickly when he turned around and saw...
thecaptainfromcardiff:
It had been three days since Jack had awoken, alone in Torchwood 3. Ianto, Owen, Toshiko, Gwen, even Rhys… they were all gone. For three days, and there was no explanation for it. He’d been to all their houses, he searched all over Cardiff. No sign of struggle in any of their houses, and no one around Cardiff had seen them.
And what was worse, the Rift had become very...
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
Talk to me?
You never let me in.
I’m a bit busy repairing this scanner at the moment. They never hold up for very long, and I can’t keep getting new ones, can I? -he offers up instead of the true issue, as he’s not entirely sure that it would go over well. Especially since the Doctor had finally seemed to have gotten over the last time he’d...
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thedoctortheoncomingstorm asked: [He smiles back shyly, and offers his arm to the Master.] Shall we be on our way?
thedoctortheoncomingstorm asked: [He smiles, not bothering to hide how pleased he is.] How does a picnic sound?
thedoctortheoncomingstorm:
Master?
Doctor?
Ill message -rp
luna-the-lunatic:
*The first thing she became aware of was the throb in her head. How it was a little difficult to draw breath out, but agonizing to draw it back in. Then the scratchy dryness of her throat. The swelling pain in her jaw was so terrible she wanted to rip it off, and finally the ache and heaviness in her limbs.*
*Trying to open her eyes was agonizing. The Light seemed to want to...
thetenthdoctah:
Okay.
So.
Vacation is not going as planned.
What do you mean it’s not going as planned?
June 2012
themasterinthetardis started following you
themanwhocantdie:
Jack thought for a moment more before finishing his drink in one long gulp, slamming the glass down on the desk. He stood and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. All right. We could use that kind of help. Go ahead and start now. I’ll join you.” Jack said, walking towards the archives, expecting the Master to follow.
“Not that I don’t believe your intentions, I just want to see...
themasterinthetardis started following you
themanwhocantdie:
“The Gwen with the five kids?” Jack said, the thought still making him chuckle. Well, if the Master knew her and she worked with him, he couldn’t be all that bad. He’d always been able to trust Gwen, apparently any version, even if she did have her own secrets. She had them for good reason, just like he did.
“Well, we are a little behind on our archives.” He said with a shrug,...
themasterinthetardis started following you
themanwhocantdie:
“Well, as far as I know, she doesn’t have it.” Jack said with a shrug. “I think it’s somewhere here, but I haven’t managed to track it down yet.” He looked at the sketch again, wishing someone who saw him disappear from the hub could have told him what happened to it.
“Think you’ve got a way to track it down?” He asked, reaching into his desk to pull out a decanter of scotch...
Ill message -rp
luna-the-lunatic:
“TARDIS….” *She sighs and relaxes. Only making a small sound of discomfort as the liquid burns its way down her throat , before slipping back into dreams for the next few hours as her body fights off the virus.*
The Master kept coming back to check in on her every half an hour, change out the hand-towels, re-tuck her in, and so on. Part of him felt like such an idiot. There...
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Anonymous asked: DINNER TIME!
thealyssacomplex:
[is very confused.]
..what.
-The Time Lord stopped and looked back.-
Mm?
thealyssacomplex:
themasterinthetardis liked your photo: [hides in blankety pile.]
….
[not sure if room should be made or if she should flee.]
-The Master continues to look at the blanket pile with the Humanoid features staring back at him for a few more moments, then turns and slowly walks away from the area. The being would be left in peace for now if it so wished.-
lastofthewinchesters:
Dean listens to the Master carefully, thinking about the Doctor and his lifestyle with him. It was true. The Doctor pretty much lived the life of a hunter, and most hunters only lasted twenty years at the most before they dropped dead. Imagine hundreds of years. With an attitude similar to his own, the TimeLord must’ve been ragged. Way overdue for a long rest. He remembered...
Torn Apart. - @themasterinthetardis
castielofheaven:
That was a voice he recognized and his eyes flickered open to show the clouded sky above him. With a grunt, Castiel slid a hand beneath his chest and pushed himself up off the ground, hissing in a breath through his teeth as the bones in his new appendages shifted, clicking into place.
“Who is it?” he called out, not even considering that it might be someone who wished him...
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themasterinthetardis started following you
themanwhocantdie:
Jack sometimes forgot how much was truly lost. He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t like to think about it. Knowledge was something Jack craved. That was another reason he wanted this artifact. He didn’t know what it was, or what it did, but he would have it, especially since it was in his grasp once. Seeing the look in the Master’s eyes when he was finished speaking, Jack...
themasterinthetardis started following you
themanwhocantdie:
Jack raised a brow as he watch the Master ramble on, pause, and then ramble on again. He knew that look in the Master’s eye. Something happened between him and someone close. It was a look Jack had many times in his own eyes.
When the Master changed the subject back to the artifact, Jack didn’t push on the Time Lord’s previous words. Some things you didn’t push for until you...
thewelshbitch:
[It hit Gwen that he was being serious about being burned. She remembered the Doctor mentioning it, but she didn’t even think he was being serious when he had, at the time, brought it up- if that ever were to come a day] and I get a few hours of this. How long was it before you could get a hold on working yourself properly. and getting everything down so well? [God, she had...
themasterinthetardis started following you
themanwhocantdie:
“I thought so.” Jack said as he watched the Master look over his sketch. “I couldn’t recognize it, though, so I thought it was pretty old. And yeah, a Time Lady. She called herself The Gaurdian. D-an for short. Nice lady.”
When the Master asked about why it was important, Jack shrugged and leaned back. “I don’t know what it means, and it’s an alien artifact that I’ve lost. I’d...
lastofthewinchesters:
Dean held his hand up to the Master, indicating he was fine. “No, it’s okay. I’m good on the water. A resort, huh?” He chuckled. “I can’t even imagine that skinny guy laid out on a massage table, sunglasses on, without the suit, without the suit, even. Too…un-Doc for me.”
He shrugged, “Yeah, well, that’s all good for Cas, he needs it. But, I don’t do well with the...
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themasterinthetardis started following you
themanwhocantdie:
“Seemed things started to happen here when I found this artifact.” Jack said. “Or at least, things started happening to me.” He said with a sigh, rummaging through his desk now. He pulled out a sketch pad and flipped it opened. “Don’t know what happened to it after I ended up tumbling into a Time Lady’s TARDIS. It’s not here anymore, that’s for sure.”
He flipped open to a page...
themanwhocantdie:
themasterinthetardis:
((-grabby hands-))
OOC:
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thewelshbitch:
I shouldn’t be so fascinated with how my body is working right now, but- damn, this is actually quite lively. and the backups are always nice. I feel like ‘m ready to run a marathon with this new feeling. [Putting her menu down, she knew what she was getting.] This is the best anon, bar none.
-The server soon came and took their orders, then returned with their drinks.-
You...
