Here Come the Drums...

[Audio; STEALTH ENCRYPTION: Anti-Time Lord]
[FAKE SAM TYLER TIME. The audio clicks on, and you catch the tail-end of a sentence:] --can't be. I can't... [He lets out a slightly hysterical laugh. AS SAM WAS WONT TO DO.] This is doin' my head in...

This is... [He takes in a long, shuddering breath.] DCI Sam Tyler. And... [Regretful sort of pause.] It looks like I'm back home.

[Video; TIME LORD FILTER: added several hours after the first transmission.]
( Shut up, Master. )

Twenty-four hours without contemplating murder!

Ohhh, my mind is HUMMING! It's going to be a good day, yes yes yes! Shall we dance, Barge? Your whispers compose quite the festive beat!

I don't need you any more, bad Doctor. Tyrant of a dead civilisation. Worthless! And you, Martha Jones, always in second place, always SO insignificant, no matter how many people you beat it still hurts, doesn't it? And Ace, ohhh, the FORGOTTEN one!

Don't worry, don't worry, shhhh... I knew how that felt, once. I can make it stop, ohhh yes, I CAN! I'll take away your pain and fill your head with SUNSHINE!

[There's a pause as he hums lightly and seems to calm down some]

Angelicaaaa... Come see the stars with me.

[OOC: A happy Master is a bad thing in any universe. ANYWHO, he's hanging out with Meta, whose company has soothed him immensely, because lol sickeningly codependent on the Doctor. PS, he's totally threatening Time Lord Brain Rape on Martha and Ace. He thinks it'd be doing them a favor, so. YEAH]

[Hey, the Master still sounds like his douchey self! Surely this bodes well!]

Good news, Doctor! One whole week without contemplating murder!

Well.

Five days. One whole work week. That's good, isn't it? We're making progress.

[There's a long pause, and he makes a small noise of pain as he drops the cheerful demeanour.]

It's just-- It still hurts... More, since arriving here. I don't like... Help me. Please. You promised.

[OOC: OH YEAH and for reference, again: Mirror!Master's continuity is pretty much the same, up until EoT, in which he does go off with the Doctor and attempts to be good. So this Master is really dependent on his Doctor for help with the drums, and for guidance/support/blahblah BUT he's struggling with his homicidal tendencies annnd the Barge is making him go crazier]

Vandalism, an attempt to separate me from my 'partner in crime' (and before you get all riled up, I do mean that as a term of endearment), persecution of my dearest friend for simply believing in me, an attempted mutilation of my darling wife, abandonment by the one who proclaimed he would never deny me-- oh, it really has been a very busy week for you lot, hasn't it?

[PAUSE. He is totally stressed out right now because his usual DOCTORRRR rage is like increased tenfold, but he's obviously trying to sound cool and collected and as smarmy as usual-- with a hint of piety. Those who actually know him well enough to see past all the falseness can probably tell he's upset, though.]

I don't suppose it has ever occurred to you that I could be good for them, that they could be good for me. I take in those who've never had anybody they could count on before, who never had anybody truly listen to their wants and needs and fears, and I give them something to believe in. And here you are, assuming that, what? I'm planning to harm them?

My, what paranoid rubbish. I wonder what's got you all on edge like that...

Still.

[LOL MOCKING THE DOCTOR NOW:] I forgive you.

Yes, that's right!

I. Forgive. You.

[OOC: OKAY I should be back to my regular posting schedule and uh. Will be trying to catch up on the bajillion tags I missed/dropped :|

And yeah, he's still pretending to be Jesus, which means? The Master's going to be unnervingly NICE for a while. And possibly leave food out for you cretins.

And he's super pissed that the Doctor ditched/ignored him for the I-completely-lost-count-this-fucking-time-th time.]

You know, Doctor, this Barge can be good for learning to understand others, getting to know your fellow man, seeing the goodness in blah blah blaaah.

For example, I believe I finally get why you keep yourself surrounded by companions! Cute, but dim-- just my type!

[PAUSE FOR EVIL AND SMUG CHUCKLING]

Lucy, my dear, I think it's time to add to the family. Shall we shop around?

[OOC: Since the cat's out of the bag, he has to gloat. Always. :c]

[And he sounds tired and cranky:]

And here I thought the drums were loud.

Hm. I could do with a bit of distraction right now, so if one of you would be so kind as to show up at my door...

Don't worry, I won't bite.

[OOC: WAZZUP. The Master has a stupid ass fear. For those who can't tell who those guys are: THE MASTER IS AFRAID OF A GIANT DOCTOR LAUGHING AT HIM FOREVERRRR.

Also, he checked himself out of the infirmary so that he may lounge around his room in his awesome silk robe

ALSOOOOO: Massive writers' block for the Master right now, so forgive me if his voice is off. I need to canon review or something]

[Filtered FROM Nathan Petrelli-- because he doesn't want Nathan knowing he's evil]

Citizens of the Barge:

This is your Lord and Master speaking. You'll find that the Infirmary is quite off-limits from this point forward. Let's hope there aren't any nasty incidents of violence any time soon or a-- oh, now what could be positively catastrophic? Could it be, hm, something like this little vial I'm holding? Care to take any guesses as to what's inside?

...

That's right! A virus! And I wonder how lethal it is. What would happen if somebody happened to slip, let the vial crack... I'm sure it'd be quite a mess.

Of course, I could enroll you in the Barge's new healthcare plan, for a teeny tiny price.

The Doctor. Surrender him to me.

[OOC: The Master's drunk for the first time in his life. It was an accident. Now he's just... sitting in the Infirmary with a chair shoved against the door, listening to some REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING dance music, while he continues to pursue this lovely feeling his scotch is giving him by drinking more. He thinks this is an awesome and totally evil plan and thought nothing through at all.

...yeah, so my Master muse has been on the fritz lately :\

OH YEAH. And no, he doesn't have a virus. Duh.

He's also dancing.

EDIT: THANKS TO TIMELINES, Amy and I have worked out that the Master's drunk because Ralph beat him up earlier and it hurt his sense of pride]

[When he wakes up, the Master notices a few things have changed. 1) his scenery is no longer Level 0-- Ha! Early release! Of course, this early release has to do with 2) the fact that he feels light-headed and generally weak. Thanks to a certain incident with a certain dhampir (in which the former Time Lord had found himself rather unpleasantly victimized), he's now in the Infirmary, which takes him to the fact that 3) he's restrained to the bed in order to keep him from escaping. With a little snarl, he tugs at the restraints, then stops, so that he can observe them properly and seek out weak points.]

[After a moment, he decides to finally acknowledge the Doctor in a bored voice]

Oh, please tell me you stuck by my bedside fretting, Doctor.

[OOC: SO! The Master's had a rough few days, and after being drained to near-death by Rayne, is now in the Infirmary. People can visit if they... want to see the little freak for some reason, but it'll need to be in a separate thread line from the Doctor's!]

Oh, it's so good to be back.

You know, Doctor, I think the TARDIS rather missed me. She certainly prefers my piloting over yours. Oh, and the clothes she's laid out for me. Simply marvelous.

And Marquis... I just wanted you to know: It is true that I had no choice in leaving; that I would have said goodbye to you, if I could have.

But I didn't come back for you. I came back for him. But you already knew that, didn't you? It's why you didn't want to see me.

[OOC: OKAY so due to my fail, I haven't finished the Master stealing the TARDIS plot yet, but I WILL. So this takes place after he's already locked the Fifth Doctor away. If anybody tries to get into the Fifth Doctor's room, they'll find that the door will lead to an empty room]

Doctor.

Let's take a stroll down memory lane, shall we? Let's talk about Torvic. Do you remember when I split his skull open to save you?

How little you protested to my methods back then.

[OOC: TO BOTH DOCTORS. Response to this thread. The Master remembers the wrong version of events :c]