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x_losficSociety for Creative Anachronism: Ten and Ainley!Master do the Ren Faire
The Doctor laughed for five minutes solid as the Master tugged his silver-encrusted collar, attempting to wait out the humiliation.
“Let me guess: you come here to feel impressive because you’re more historically accurate?”
“And better dressed,” the Master growled.
“You’re such an anorak!”
“And you’re here, glomping me, because you appreciate turkey legs and over-priced ciders, or because you’ve lost me to some catastrophe and in a fit of remorse you’re violating your own time line to track me down?”
The Doctor winced visibly. Coughed.
“Wanna go correct anal-retentive SCA members?”
Smirk. “Why Doctor, I thought you’ve never ask.”
Golden Retriever (I was thinking of Girl!Crack and their dog)
“You can’t feed the dog on dreams, Doctor, it’s not one of your insipid companions. Eventually you’re going to cave and go to the Tesco.”
“I’m never leaving the bed. You’ll have to build extensions onto the frame and headboard if there’s anything you expect me to do.”
“I know I’m exquisitely good, but even I’m not a replacement for Alpo.”
“Why’d we get a dog anyway?”
“You said if you were doing domestic you were going all out.”
The Doctor groaned into the pillow, defeated. “Fine. Let’s hope I can find money.”
"Oh don't fret, Doctor. I have coupons!"
And I'm going to re-watch Ghost Busters before writing Martha Saves Manhattan.
The Doctor laughed for five minutes solid as the Master tugged his silver-encrusted collar, attempting to wait out the humiliation.
“Let me guess: you come here to feel impressive because you’re more historically accurate?”
“And better dressed,” the Master growled.
“You’re such an anorak!”
“And you’re here, glomping me, because you appreciate turkey legs and over-priced ciders, or because you’ve lost me to some catastrophe and in a fit of remorse you’re violating your own time line to track me down?”
The Doctor winced visibly. Coughed.
“Wanna go correct anal-retentive SCA members?”
Smirk. “Why Doctor, I thought you’ve never ask.”
Golden Retriever (I was thinking of Girl!Crack and their dog)
“You can’t feed the dog on dreams, Doctor, it’s not one of your insipid companions. Eventually you’re going to cave and go to the Tesco.”
“I’m never leaving the bed. You’ll have to build extensions onto the frame and headboard if there’s anything you expect me to do.”
“I know I’m exquisitely good, but even I’m not a replacement for Alpo.”
“Why’d we get a dog anyway?”
“You said if you were doing domestic you were going all out.”
The Doctor groaned into the pillow, defeated. “Fine. Let’s hope I can find money.”
"Oh don't fret, Doctor. I have coupons!"
And I'm going to re-watch Ghost Busters before writing Martha Saves Manhattan.
