[Seems intrigued] Whole McDonald’s? Intriguing. I have heard legends of this planet’s amorphous gelatinous entities…their ‘goo’ has been said to consume entire buildings. (Though oddly enough, they are most often described as ‘cubes’.)
Second time trial now complete. Temporal regulators are functioning properly but spatial controls remain completely unresponsive. Unfortunately, may have to appeal to Koschei’s better nature to obtain replacement parts.
Related: cash reward paid for tips leading to the immediate incapacitation and/or capture of the Doctor.
wait…hugs from complete strangers are less creepy when they’re over the internet…right? ^.^;;; Ah well. If you still want a prompt, how about Ainley!Master harassing The Rani?
I guess that’s not exactly what you asked for…
and yeay to any hugs I get :D
If they don’t bring back the Rani for the 50th anniversary I will cry
Oh my god they’re so cute I could die
My dear Rani, really. You should have more sympathy for me!
I’d have more sympathy if you had more dignity. Have you never heard of ‘suffering in silence’?
I’m not sure ‘missed’ is the word for it. Dare I ask?
[After an hour of chasing Ambrose through the TARDIS’ many corridors, the Master is indulging in one of his favorite hobbies: plotting to destroy the Earth while making a batch of chocolate chip cookies to be shared between him and his humanoid TARDIS matrix, who is now napping blissfully in their shared bedroom.
For once, he has left the door to his TARDIS unlocked.]
[The Rani picks her way quietly toward the sole deciduous tree in the little copse of evergreens — not slinking, exactly, but walking with caution. The Master might be a hopelessly fixated idiot, but she has to admit his TARDIS has been rather helpful in the past. Perhaps, if she is very quiet, she can sneak in and consult with its databanks before the Master starts in on his Latest Plot to Get Revenge and/or Laid.]
[Of course, that single deciduous tree has an alarm system to rival any battle TARDIS’. The Master calmly exits the kitchen and strides toward the console room, where Ambrose is now lounging beneath the console. AFter stooping down and giving his TARDIS a long, lingering kiss, he opens the viewscreen and presses a button on the console. He speaks directly into the microphone as he watches his former schoolmate approach.]
It’s rude to sneak up on people, my dear Rani.
[The Rani pauses, hands on her hips, and resists the urge to roll her eyes. As loathe as she is to admit it, she’s here for a favor, and if that means she has tosocialize a little, so be it.]
It’s hardly trespassing when you’re doing such a splendid job inviting me in. Do you always leave your ‘tree’ unlocked?
[Of course, she can’t quite resist pointing out Koschei’s typical inability to hide his planet-sized ego. Trunk hanging open, indeed.]
We have made some forward progress, but my TARDIS’s memory core remains compromised. I have a plan to secure a solid state drive running a basic diagnostics and repair program. Perhaps if the scan were initiated from a healthy system, it would have a chance at finding the flaw in her proper chassis.
On the plus side, the bipedal prototype has held up quite well, aside from some heating/cooling issues. I have procured a blue scarf for her that she seems to enjoy.
TARDIS repairs proving moderately successful - still experiencing difficulty sustaining a time field. We appear to have travelled only a few Earth-weeks, and achieved a mere five inches of spatial translation.
The return of Princess Ainley.
Rani, I suppose you find this amusing?
I always find the highly transparent nature of your obsessions amusing.
I am far less amused by being trapped inside a temporal pocket. TARDIS! I said I apologize!
In which Princess Ainley takes on a new form in order to woo his best enemy. He has only three days, however, to complete the Kiss of Death or collapse into a pile of goosnake.
WHOSE RESPONSIBLE THIS?!?!?!?
::you do not like it?::
::you are pretty::
::I make you pretty::
[looks even more harried than before] At this point, it seems unlikely she will agree to anything. I may have made a…minor error in restraining her. Something is terribly wrong with my instruments — temporal leaks everywhere, I can’t -