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[brigadiertardis]

[surveys the death and destruction on the Plane with an inquisitive eye] I assume this was the Master's doing, then? How typical. Though I do need a word with him, if he'd be ever so willing to come out of hiding.

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[contract_star]

[Wandering by.]

Not the Master, surprisingly. He--they--had nothing to do with it this time.

[brigadiertardis]

Is that so? Then what happened?

[contract_star]

Diva's reality changed, and something there drove her insane. She arrived here out of her mind--killed a few people. Some of us managed to put a stop to her. It seems she's better now.

[brigadiertardis]

[rolls her eyes] This is why vampires are such a curse to the universe. Ruthless, disgusting things.

[barelyemoting]

It wasn't his. Either of them.

[brigadiertardis]

Who else would be capable of such a horrendous act?

[barelyemoting]

Diva.

[brigadiertardis]

The vampire?

[demnify]

[have a Master, TARDIS, since you never specified]

It was none of my doing, I assure you. Now... were you referring to me, or to my future self?

[brigadiertardis]

Your assurances are worthless. [sniffs] I suppose it hardly matters, though I should think your future self is the one capable of removing these drums, as he placed them in my mind.

[demnify]

I'd never deny my own handiwork. Besides, I was rather busy while it happened. [he grins at her] Oh? What, you don't enjoy them?

[brigadiertardis]

I don't need to hear it. [glares] Should I?

[salvagestime]

Actually, it wasn't for once. [frowns] Something wrong, old girl?

[brigadiertardis]

Truly? [shakes her head] Beyond these infernal drums? No. But they're beginning to get worse and I'd like them removed.

[salvagestime]

[nods] It was a vampire-sort of person. [then he moves closer to her] Do you want me to try calming them again? How am I handling it? My Eighth.

[brigadiertardis]

I believe her name is Diva. I've met her once or twice. Not the brightest creature in the universe. [blinks at him, a little surprised] That ... you may, of course. And your Eighth has had one attack since they started, but it was easily quelled. Relatively. I've done my best to shield him, but it makes other things more difficult, unfortunately.

[cyfor]

[Small!Cy trots up, looking forlorn.] It smells now. I don't like it. All the fighting claws in my head.

[brigadiertardis]

Yes, it is quite unpleasant, isn't it, little one?

[cyfor]

[Imitating the TARDIS] Quite so. [Mumbling.] Got my paws wet...

[brigadiertardis]

[smiles warmly and crouches down, pulling a handkerchief from a pocket in her Brig uniform] Here, wipe some of the wetness away.