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[thisway_comes]

I demand to know the meaning of this.

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[notsomerrywidow]

Oi! Stop with the bleeding attitude. The meaning is we didn't do it right! You demanding ain't going to change that.

[thisway_comes]

Didn't do what right?

[notsomerrywidow]

...

You have a communicator but you don't know... DOCTOR!?!

[thisway_comes]

...Doctor??

Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. I might've known he'd be behind this mess. Whatever it is.

[notsomerrywidow]

You aren't another female Master, are you? The last one was bad enough with her flirting and all that odd music.

[thisway_comes]

Am I a what?

Right. How badly is the universe bollocksed up, then?

[notsomerrywidow]

Mostly gone, it would seem. SOME of us were trying to save it when whatever it was happened.

The Master, but less with the foxlike features and more with long legs and flirting with the Doctor. The other Doctor, not mine.

[thisway_comes]

Right. Female Master complete with legs and flirting and more than one Doctor. We're fortunate there's even this much left, as that sounds rather the disaster right there.

[notsomerrywidow]

You were doing what, might I ask? Whose companion were you?

[thisway_comes]

I'm no one's companion, dear lady. And if I'd received the emergency communicator before now, I assure you, I'd have been doing something about whatever the devil it is that's gone so wrong.

[notsomerrywidow]

Yet you didn't and you weren't so keep with the demanding. I'm sure it'll get you nowhere.

[thisway_comes]

It tends to get one a damned sight farther than standing around wringing one's hands and worrying after who did what and who was where. It tends to get one information. There's a time and a place for pleasantries and this is not it.

[notsomerrywidow]

Right, that time and place was for those trying. Who the bloody hell are you?!

[thisway_comes]

I'm the Rani. I'm a Time Lord. Tell your Doctor I've arrived and he'll tell you why I wasn't given a communicator straightaway. Or, at least, his interpretation of the issue.