.017 [Video--In Gallifreyan]

[timesbureaucrat]

[As soon as Narvin's figured out what's going on by observing the reactions of people who have been through it before...]

This is Coordinator Narvin of the Celestial Intervention Agency. If there are any Time Lords hearing this, I have an urgent message for the High Council. Please respond.

((OOC: If any classic-era Time Lords, especially non-

Comments

WTF am I doing, I don't even play here! :D

[ofdrumsthesound]

Fuck the High Council. They put the drumming in my brain, they made me into what I am.

And they were delicious.

That's kinda what 4th Wall Day is for.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin used to have an EoT Master as his inmate before he vanished, so be warned that he thinks he knows you. And they didn't get along.]

Master. [He sneers the name, does his best to make it a mockery of itself.] I was wondering when you'd turn up again.

Point LOL

[ofdrumsthesound]

Oh, I've never been here before. Probably an alternate.

So, CIA? A sad little slave of the glorious bastards who ran that fucking disaster known as the Time War? A war that should never have been to start with . . .

*He licks his lips* I wonder if you'd taste as good as they did, juicy and hot wet red down my chin. Oh yes, how I paid them back for what they did to me, I salivate just thinking about it. Now hold still!

[timesbureaucrat]

[This alternate Master is a lot crazier than the Master he knew, who, thanks to the Barge, had less drumbeat in his head.]

Hardly a slave of the Council. I answer only to the President.

[He looks at the Master's image on the communicator screen with disgust.]

And frankly, I'd rather be a petty junior technician again than an insane animal like you've become. You're a disgrace to Gallifrey.

[ofdrumsthesound]

I am what your perfect Council made me.