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Nothing ever lasts very long in this city, but my, my, have you people made quite the mess of it this time. Will someone care to fill me in as to just how this entire fiasco got started? I'd like to know who to blame for the fact that I now have to find a way to rebuild a good quarter of my house. Physical labor has never been my thing.

Almost reminds me of a few months back. Oh, I'm getting nostalgic now. I do miss that Moriarty fellow. I wonder whatever became of the poor bastard.

( Private to Jack // UnhackableCollapse )

Fire, death, and destruction. Ah, it's just like how my home planet was starting to get. but with far less giant metal pepper shakers and far more....whatever the hell is causing all of this. To be honest, it's difficult to keep track or pay attention. Well! The heroes always come around to inevitably save the day, now, don't they? And that's certainly not me, so I think this is one thing I'm just going to wait out.

I don't much appreciate the damage to my house, however. I liked my little workshop room. It's going to be terribly annoying to properly gather up everything that's stuck under the debris now.

I'm not exactly the type of man that readily offers assistance, nor do any of my particular skillsets even fit anything that could be assissted with, so I'll just wish you all good luck.

( Private to the Doctor and Juliet // UnhackableCollapse )

Hmmmmm. You know, I think that I've come to a realization. If I were to go by Earth time--and oh, these calculations are annoying--I believe that today would technically be my birthday. Sort of. Depends on if you count time when I was dead, how you factor in my time as a human, but!

904. I really am an old man. At the least, things are finally looking up. Very much so.

New Year's Eve. Humans really do love their holidays around this time of the year, don't they? One after the other after the other and oh, you just never give it a break.

I'm terribly bored right now, so why don't I open up a little poll question? Tell me, fellow citizens, just how do you celebrate this holiday? Any traditions? I'm wondering just what kind of little party to throw myself, maybe.

[The Master does not exactly look as if he's in the best of states. His normally immacuate shirt is stained with blood, a smear of it dried on his cheek. But it isn't his. His eyes are tired and he looks clearly worn down, exhausted.

Defeated.

Even his voice is hoarse when he speaks.]

A public service announcement to whoever is friends with the Doctor. He's---incapacitated at the moment, and will be for a little while. Knowing this place, hopefully no more than a few days, but I can't make any guarantees. And before I start getting the automatic blame--I'm looking at you, Harkness--I had nothing to do with it. If I killed him, it'd be in a much more dignified fashion than this.

You'll just have to wait a bit for your savior of the universe to get back to his usual business.

[He looks offscreen for several moments before swallowing, leaning in and quickly shutting the PCD off afterward.]

Ah, it's been nice to be back in my own body. Last week wasn't particularly what I would call pleasant, though we've had worse tricks played on us by the Animus. Not that I'm any more pleased with them, of course.

It really is strange to watch seasons pass by sequentially in an Earth fashion. Time Lord and all, I hardly lived my lives in anything close to a linear path through time. How...quaint. A little dull and so slow but I suppose it has a bit of charm to it.

I am looking forward to proper snow. Ooh, we can even build snowmen, have snowball fights, it'll just be like childhood.

( Private to Juliet // UnhackableCollapse )

[It may look and sound like the Doctor on screen now, but it's actually the Master, still stuck in his body. The Time Lord looks more than a little worn out, and he's rubbing his temples.]

Your damned brain is too weak to properly deal with this, Doctor. You already owe me quite a bit, and this is going on your tab--and it's going to be a sizable charge.

[He grumbles, sitting down on his bed. Temporarily taking the drums back into his own mind had sounded like a decent idea on paper (even if he still didn't know why he was being nice), but he hadn't counted on the fact that the Doctor's physical brain just couldn't handle it very well. The sound's been louder and sharper and more painful than it's been in a long time, and he's had a constant migraine.]

My damned kingdom for some painkillers, or at least to be back in my own body.

I've been insane most of my life, but this--this is something else.

[The Master is trying to look amused, but to anyone who knows him well enough, they might be able to tell that his smile is incredibly forced.]

The Gallifreyan equivalent of a mental asylum. How droll. Why even waste their resources on such a thing when there's apparently still a war going on? Hellooooo, Time Lords, you're about to get burned into oblivion. And I get a front row seat to it all this time. Possibly even a participant's badge.

[A pause, and just laughs a bit.] No, nonono. You're getting me good this time, Animus, but you need to try harder. I won't believe a bit of this. You will not tell me that all of this time has been meaningless.

[For a split second, his face goes deadly serious.]

You will not take this away from me.

[...And then comes back the grin, and he cuts off the feed for now.]

( Private to the Tenth Doctor // Hackable by the Eleventh if he so desiresCollapse )

[When the screen first pops on, all that can be seen is a black nose. There's some sniffing at the camera, before the owner of said nose sits back--it's Koschei the kitten, who appears to have turned on the PCD by himself.

Another thing of note on the screen is in the corner of the image, where the Master can be seen sitting on a bed, holding a blood soaked rag to his ankle. He's talking to himself, clearly not amused.]

Who puts a bloody bear trap in the middle of the damned street.

[Koschei looks back at the Master before turning back to the camera, staring at it pointedly until it times out.]