27 // [Video]
[Video opens on....no joke, the Master talking to his kitten. They're staring at each other, which is a little bit weird, but it doesn't seem to be some sort of owner/pet confrontation.]
Where do cats come from in the City? Does someone have a breeding program? Or was your mum stolen from another world as well? Or were you? You'd better not have been, I don't want the ticking back.
[Masha makes a chirping noise and curls up on the Master's lap.]
I'm completely serious, Masha, don't even think about trying to leave. You're not me. I don't care how young you were when you last saw your mum. I was eight, try and beat that. Eight when I had to look into the Untempered Schism...
[He puts his hand to his forehead a moment, squinting his eyes and looking a bit distant.]
Rubbish parents, the Time Lords, absolutely no idea of how to bring up kids. When even humans are doing it better you'd think that would be the time to read a few books on parenting. What do you do, run around the flat all day? Lessons and brainwashing, that was me. Everyone's always whining about this city being a cage. My hearts bleed for you. Gallifrey was the strictest cage imaginable, neverending lessons, and as soon as you realised that possibly, there might be something stupidly wrong about their entire system of tradition and you made a few suggestions you ended up punished for thinking, which was rather counterproductive. They all thought they were so smart but they were complete idiots, stupidity fused into their upbringing. Unsurprising that it's gone, really, considering how broken the society was. It feels a little unbalancing to not have a home planet but I never liked it in the first place. It shouldn't do that, I should be glad: no more bossy Time Lord twats ruining my fun.
[He's really a bit angry now, tapping out a beat on the arm of the armchair he's sitting in.]
I shouldn't miss it. I couldn't wait to get away, me and Theta both. The moment a TARDIS was available to be stolen...
[He calms down, no longer tapping on the armchair.]
Skiving off class with Thete made it bearable. He paid even less attention than I did, always with some ridiculous little experiment or an idea for a prank. And he hated the Time Lords even more than me, I have no idea why now he's...
[He trails off and thinks.]
If only there was a way of getting the planet back without all the Time Lord baggage along with it. [quietly] There's just something unnatural about a blue sky.
[ooc: blahblahblah here, have way more about the Master's childhood than you EVER WANTED TO KNOW. Thanks, curse. Thurse.
EDIT: Oh, and I nearly forgot. I have enough trouble finding gifts in REAL LIFE let alone trying to figure out the Master's. So today, expect your character, if you are his friend, to receive a gift from him. One that your character would probably really like, because one supposes that the Master took some sort of opportunity to read your mind and understand you. Or he's just smarmy and knows how stuff works. So, uh, if you're not sure if you're his friend, ask me, and I'm sorry if this seems like slacking but I still haven't figured out Christmas presents for a bunch of my closest friends so...yeah. If you want to email me and figure OUT a Master gift, then I'm online more than I should be considering that Christmas is tomorrow. I'll be online tomorrow, even. And the day after. Oh atheist family. Never change.]
Where do cats come from in the City? Does someone have a breeding program? Or was your mum stolen from another world as well? Or were you? You'd better not have been, I don't want the ticking back.
[Masha makes a chirping noise and curls up on the Master's lap.]
I'm completely serious, Masha, don't even think about trying to leave. You're not me. I don't care how young you were when you last saw your mum. I was eight, try and beat that. Eight when I had to look into the Untempered Schism...
[He puts his hand to his forehead a moment, squinting his eyes and looking a bit distant.]
Rubbish parents, the Time Lords, absolutely no idea of how to bring up kids. When even humans are doing it better you'd think that would be the time to read a few books on parenting. What do you do, run around the flat all day? Lessons and brainwashing, that was me. Everyone's always whining about this city being a cage. My hearts bleed for you. Gallifrey was the strictest cage imaginable, neverending lessons, and as soon as you realised that possibly, there might be something stupidly wrong about their entire system of tradition and you made a few suggestions you ended up punished for thinking, which was rather counterproductive. They all thought they were so smart but they were complete idiots, stupidity fused into their upbringing. Unsurprising that it's gone, really, considering how broken the society was. It feels a little unbalancing to not have a home planet but I never liked it in the first place. It shouldn't do that, I should be glad: no more bossy Time Lord twats ruining my fun.
[He's really a bit angry now, tapping out a beat on the arm of the armchair he's sitting in.]
I shouldn't miss it. I couldn't wait to get away, me and Theta both. The moment a TARDIS was available to be stolen...
[He calms down, no longer tapping on the armchair.]
Skiving off class with Thete made it bearable. He paid even less attention than I did, always with some ridiculous little experiment or an idea for a prank. And he hated the Time Lords even more than me, I have no idea why now he's...
[He trails off and thinks.]
If only there was a way of getting the planet back without all the Time Lord baggage along with it. [quietly] There's just something unnatural about a blue sky.
[ooc: blahblahblah here, have way more about the Master's childhood than you EVER WANTED TO KNOW. Thanks, curse. Thurse.
EDIT: Oh, and I nearly forgot. I have enough trouble finding gifts in REAL LIFE let alone trying to figure out the Master's. So today, expect your character, if you are his friend, to receive a gift from him. One that your character would probably really like, because one supposes that the Master took some sort of opportunity to read your mind and understand you. Or he's just smarmy and knows how stuff works. So, uh, if you're not sure if you're his friend, ask me, and I'm sorry if this seems like slacking but I still haven't figured out Christmas presents for a bunch of my closest friends so...yeah. If you want to email me and figure OUT a Master gift, then I'm online more than I should be considering that Christmas is tomorrow. I'll be online tomorrow, even. And the day after. Oh atheist family. Never change.]