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Tweak says, "SCHWING!"

The Master (cantyouhearit) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-12-25 16:04:00

Entry tags:

!@event, lucy saxon, the master

WHO: The Master & OPEN to residents of his flat
WHAT: The Master's children have come home.
WHEN: Christmas Day; Afternoon
WHERE: The Master's flat
RATING: PG
STATUS: Narrative; OPEN Thread

"Run, run, away from the darkness! Bright, shining world. All ours now." The voice had been the first indication to the Master that something was going on. Having not even bothered to glance out the window since he'd woken up that morning, as the spheres materialized into existence around him, he couldn't help but laugh. This whole city was a giant paradox. In the end, something like this was bound to happen, and while he could only guess that people would soon enough assume he was responsible, he couldn't really care. "Can we play? Please, sir. We so want to have some fun."

The Master laughed, the four attending, lead spheres circling around his head as he clapped his hands in glee and pushed himself up from the couch where he'd been sitting. His TARDIS and his pets all in the same month. Oh, someone here really loved him.

"Of course, my pretties," The Master said, beaming as he lifted his hands to greet them. Oh, this was going to be too fun. Too much fun! And such a delight when the inhabitants realized what they were truly facing. Almost as much as breaking the Doctor's heart over them had been. "Slaughter to your heart's content. Most of them aren't even real."

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cantyouhearit
2010-12-25 10:51 pm UTC (link)

The Master turned back to Lucy at the sound of her voice, the sphere surrounding him vanishing with the whirl of vortex travel as he beamed at his wife. Oh, he didn't know. He didn't have a clue what was going on. He didn't know why or how the Toclafane had shown up or who had even invited them here. All he knew was that he hadn't had a thing in the world to do with it, and yet, they were still here. Giggling, it echoing off the walls of the flat and reverberating as maniac laughter, the Master gave a small leap off the ground as he practically skipped over to Lucy and pulled her into a twirl and a dip.

"Oh, Luc. It's Christmas!"

That truly was the only explanation for it in his mind. He must have been a really good boy lately to get a gift this big. Someone was rewarding him for behaving so long with a little misbehavior of their own.

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neverthatbright
2010-12-25 11:09 pm UTC (link)

When it came to Harry, people were either with him or against him. There was no in between, no shades of gray in which to hide. There was his way of doing things and then there was death and, unless you were the Doctor, those were essentially your only options. So while Lucy wasn't nearly as thrilled as her husband seemed to be, she also didn't pull away when he twirled or dipped her. In fact, a rather large part of her wanted nothing more than to just enjoy the moment of happiness and not risk ruining it with discussions Harry most likely wouldn't want to have.

Unfortunately, Lucy had spent enough time with the Doctor while in Colligo that she didn't find it as easy to simply be seen and not heard as she once had. Sometimes, she knew, it was the wisest course of action. However at this instance, she didn't think that was the case. Well. It was probably the best way she could ensure she didn't get on his bad side. But it also would ensure that the Toclafane went completely unchecked until there wasn't a person left alive... possibly even including her.

If asked, that would be the reason she gave for why she was speaking up now. If asked, she would insist she was merely looking out for herself and could easily use the last instance dealing with the Toclafane as to why she should do just that. However in her heart of hearts, Lucy knew the truth. Whether it was this place and the people in it, or her interaction with the Doctor, or something inside of her that had changed, she simply did not want to see the future of humanity descend upon this city and rip it to shreds. And while she knew there was very little possibility of convincing Harry to work to stop them purely out of the goodness of his heart, she hoped she could at least plant a seed of doubt that would eventually lead to the changing of his mind.

Or she could say something wrong, make him angry, and wind up beaten or worse for her trouble. Really, it was anyone's guess and a risk she knew she had to take. She just wasn't going to until she'd found the best way. So for the time being she simply settled for asking hesitantly, "Are you certain this is a good idea? After last time..."

She trailed off, jumping slightly and her gaze darting to the window across the room at the sound of screams coming from the streets below.

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cantyouhearit
2010-12-27 06:33 pm UTC (link)

After last time. Yes. Yes, he supposed she would be worried about it all backfiring again. She hardly knew the mechanics of how this worked, and even the little that he had attempted to explain to her had probably long since flittered out of her conscious mind by now. His reaction was perhaps a little harsher than it would have been otherwise, but in a soft way, as his smile suddenly tightened and he raised his hands, cupping her face a bit tighter than was necessary. Tilting his head to the side, he looked her square on with a look that wavered between affectionate and threatening.

"As long as you don't shoot me again, we'll be fine."

Turning away from her suddenly and crossing over to the window, throwing back the curtain so that the incursion could be seen in full force, the Master beaming as his children descended from the Heavens, "This whole place is one giant paradox, Luc. There's no shutting it off this time. They're here to stay."

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neverthatbright
2010-12-27 11:27 pm UTC (link)

When Harry raised his hands, Lucy couldn't help but flinch. She didn't dare pull away even if she was half convinced he was going to strike her. If she did pull away, she knew for a fact it would only make it worse. And as sick as it was - and she could admit it was certainly sickness of some sort that kept her with him - she actually felt a bit relieved when he didn't hit her but instead simply cupped her face. Yes, his grip was tight. Yes, his expression clearly showed he was on the edge. However she'd managed to at least speak up and not get struck for her effort, and Lucy was going to consider that a small victory in its own right.

As long as you don't shoot me again, we'll be fine.

The sentence made her stomach drop clear to her feet. The urge to respond was a strong one. The desire to point out if he'd simply call the Toclafane off they could avoid any chance of that happening was something she almost couldn't ignore. Fortunately for her, however, he turned from her and crossed to the window, effectively turning her attention to something other than an overwhelming need to speak out of turn yet again.

When he opened the curtains, Lucy hesitated. Part of her wanted nothing more than to leave the room. Where, she wasn't sure. Perhaps their bedroom. Perhaps the Doctor's TARDIS in the other bedroom. Hell, she'd be fine going into Harry's TARDIS if it meant escaping what she knew she was going to see if she looked outside. She didn't need to witness the invasion to know what it looked like. She didn't need to see the people being slaughtered to remember how it had happened before. She didn't want to see any of it, truth be told.

But Lucy had learned the hard way before that her needs didn't matter in the slightest unless the somehow suited Harry's desires in the moment, and that clearly was not the case here. So she forced herself to move toward him, each step feeling as though she were driving another nail into her coffin, until finally she was standing beside him. Her gaze slid from him to the window and, for one brief moment, she was back home again watching the Toclafane pour from the skies in overwhelming numbers.

She could all but feel the eyes of the others who had been on that ship boring into the back of her head and was half convinced, were she to turn and look, they would be standing there. She knew they weren't, though. They weren't back home. They were in Colligo, far away from anything and anyone she knew, and this was really happening all over again. A fact that was solidified in her mind as Harry pointed out they wouldn't be leaving even if Jack Harkness managed to show up and try to save the day all over again.

Eyes wide, Lucy inched forward ever so slightly and hesitant placed her hand against the smooth, cool glass. Her nose was nearly pressed into the hard surface as she tried to look directly below them at the people fleeing down the streets by the dozens.

"Oh, Harry..." she whispered softly, turning her gaze back to him. Her eyes shone with a mixture of worry, fear, and excitement that bordered almost on mania. It was perhaps the closest she'd come to looking like her old self - the Lucy she'd been when the invasion back home had started, before she'd been broken almost beyond repair. She blinked, looked back out the window in time to see an explosion light up the skies in the distance, and asked slightly worriedly as she instinctively stepped closer to her husband, "You're sure there's no way of stopping them?"

Because if there was a way, the Doctor would figure it out. And then her husband would become the most hated man in a city they couldn't leave.

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