096 - VOICE OF >(

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[Unlike the past few days, the Master sounds quite lucid and calm-- IF ANNOYED-- now. This is mostly because Martha's loaded him up with two days' worth of sustenance from an IV, so he's like... CHILL, until his body burns it up again]

Untie me. Right now. Or at least tell me what you want, because this is getting boring.

Where's the Doctor?

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IGNORE THIS ICON he's not actually wearing a dress. I just like its horribleness

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Please do.

LOL. Cross dressing is always cool.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

Are you in the infirmary?

Especially when the Master does it

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Yep. And let me tell you, being around the sick and the infirm really begins to wear on my good spirits.

Oh totally! Also, spam/log/assume?

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

That's understandable. I'll come release you immediately.

SPAM WORKS -- although IDK if somebody in the infirmary wants to stop him?

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Judas. You're a pal.

I'm good with an open spam!

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

...thank you.

SPAM - FEEL FREE TO COCKBLOCK THESE TWO WINNERS

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[And so the Master waits in the infirmary-- since he's got nothing better to do, what with the restraints and all. Apparently, expressing a desire to eat human beings and then assaulting the Doctor was enough to label one a 'danger to himself and others]

Re: SPAM - GODDAMN LOL.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, Judas is close enough to the infirmary that within a few minutes, he's in the infirmary and at the Master's side.]

Harry.

[He's panting more from the adrenaline that he really kind of hates and less because of the short run.]

SPAM

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[He offers a wide, sated smile]

Judas.

[He raises his wrists as best he can, as a reminder that he needs the restraints dealt with]

MEAT IN A CAN - NO TURKEY, MASTER DUDE...

[acid_rayne]

[Shing! Meet an arm-length metal blade pointed to the back of your skull, Judas. Rayne isn't happy with your shenanigans.]

Hi, honey! I'm home...

SPAM - Holy hell ouch.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

[Judas stops almost immediately at the sound, paling. Holy hell his heart is pounding in his chest. Pleasedon'tkillme pleasedon'tkillme.]

Are you...?

[acid_rayne]

Hi, Judas!

Still like your limbs not broken? Good. 'Cause it'd be an awful shame if you did that. They might, y'know, fall apart or something...

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

...what?

[acid_rayne]

Taking him out is bad for your health.

Like smoking, but with more potential for violence.

He has no tact. :/

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

I'm already here.

What about a head? :)

[acid_rayne]

Yeah... Quite possibly the second dumbest move in your life.

Oh jeez. Maybe? This is just him panicking.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

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Now that's hardly a way to treat a good Samaritan.

[acid_rayne]

Neither's torturing people to death, Harry.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

You'll have to narrow that one down a little.

[acid_rayne]

Keep going... Sounding more like dear dad, all the time.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Daddy issues! We have a winner!

[acid_rayne]

Decapitation and repeated stabbing somewhat resolved them.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Well that doesn't sound nice.

[acid_rayne]

Sure it was!

I had plenty of fun...