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[worstretconever]

[The Master looks pretty normal, except that his lips and tongue are blue. Someone's been nibbling on something with blue frosting - he's got a piece of pastry with the same colour frosting in his hand right now, actually. He grins at the camera when he notices the device is on.]

Do you know what the best part of having a dimensionally transcendental ship is? There's so much to eat inside when it all turns to sweets. Like a giant timey-wimey bakery.

Almost makes me wish my appetite wasn't back to normal these days.

[Hey, it's not his ship, why should he care about eating it?]

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[verylast]

No.

You can't eat the TARDIS!

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[worstretconever]

[He takes a big bite of the piece he has in his hand and smirks at the Doctor.]

It's a bit late for that warning, don't you think?

[If he looks around inside, he'll notice any number of random bites taken out of things. The Master has obviously been busy.]

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[verylast]

[ For a moment the Doctor is visibly flabbergasted. The Master knows what the TARDIS is and he's taking chunks out of her. They've no way to tell if she'll revert back tomorrow.

All he can think about is the last time - the TARDIS red and sick. ]

Stop that right now. You have no idea what this curse entails and I know you're smarter than that.

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[worstretconever]

[On the bright side, he hasn't eaten anything important. Probably.

Unless the Doctor's new bow ties turned to pastry. Then he totally ate those, too.

And maybe the sonic screwdriver.

Whoops.]

If I end up as pastry tomorrow, you can say "I told you so".

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[verylast]

[ It would serve the Master right. ]

If tomorrow comes and the TARDIS has chunks taken out of her, you'd better hope you can fix it. I let you stay, don't make me wish I hadn't.

[waitedforyears]

( amy still doesn't know how she should behave, how she should even feel around the master, about his presence in the city, in her life. )

Leave her alone.

[worstretconever]

[Maybe you should just make him bacon, Amy. Bacon solves everything.]

It's terribly delicious, though. You ought to try a bite!

[waitedforyears]

( if he'd leave the tardis alone, maybe she would. except she's not some woman to be sent to the kitchen. )

No, thanks.

[worstretconever]

[Lucy would have made him bacon, god.

Okay, that's a lie, Lucy probably doesn't know the first thing about cooking.]

Oh, well, more for me!

[Nom nom nom.]

[valentineluke]

What flavor is it?

[worstretconever]

It's just sort of pastry-ish, though with a touch of cinnamon and honey. And blue frosting on top, obviously.

I'm so glad it isn't gingerbread. I loathe gingerbread.

[valentineluke]

Interesting. Would think a time machine have more of an exotic taste.

Settling in alright with this world, Mr. Saxon?

[worstretconever]

The interior is more interesting - the exterior tastes a bit like you'd expect a 1960s British police box to taste.

Only less wooden, I suppose.

I'd be doing a much better job of settling in if the City didn't keep turning me into small fuzzy animals.

[council_king]

... [The prodigal son has returned.]

[worstretconever]

Is there a reason why you're staring?

[council_king]

Surprised, is all. How long have you been back?

[worstretconever]

About a month, give or take. Though I don't recall having been here before, I seem to have quite the reputation. Not a surprise, really, I do rather tend to end up with them wherever I go.

[doeswhathewants]

Is it all differently flavored? Or one giant sort of taste?

[worstretconever]

The outside has one uniform taste, it would seem. The inside varies in flavour, depending on what part of the ship it is.

[doeswhathewants]

What happens if it turns back into ship tomorrow and your intestines are perforated?

[worstretconever]

It probably wouldn't be the most unpleasant death I've experienced.

Maybe.

[fe_male]

[ ... ]

You have a what?

[worstretconever]

Well, it's not mine, if you want to get technical about it, but it's a dimensionally transcendental craft that travels through space and time. Or would travel through space and time if it wasn't stuck here.

[And yes, he's eating it. Clearly the Master lacks appreciation for technology. Or something.]

[fe_male]

[ ... huh. ]

What's it taste like?

[worstretconever]

The outside tastes like a bit like a cinnamon bun, only slightly less cinnamon-y.