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[most_feared]

Who: Agent K and Narvin (and temporarily guest-starring Data)
What: Data gets slightly damaged and freaks out a local. Agent K has to take care of the situation.
When: Late Saturday
Where: By a Salem garage.
Warnings: Android ouchies, but he'll be okay.

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[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin's first objective upon entering port was to blend in. To that end he ducked into the first appropriate shop he could find--a small clothing store across from a mechanics shop and next to a place that appeared to sell various crystalline rocks. He emerged twenty minutes later in a very undistinguished suit and glasses and looking rather like a tax auditor

[some_go_mad]

A scruffy blond man swans up to the two government agents, dressed in a cassock and alb, both too big for him, and a richly-embroidered gold-and-purple stole. Scuffed black workboots stick out from under his hems.

"Narvineshadinatas!"

He'll try to swing an arm around Narvin's shoulders, grinning. A hollow plastic jack o'lantern dangles from a black strap from his hand-if he succeeds in getting his arm around Narvin, the pumpkin will bump to rest against the other man's shoulder and chest.

"Making friends?" Hello, there, man in a suit. He waves with his free hand.

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin cringes a bit inside when the Master loudly arrives. When the Master throws an arm around him, he quickly wriggles and side-steps away from the Master's grasp.

"I hope you didn't kill the priest who was wearing that."

Figure K, you can go after Narvin goes next? And then we can do that order from here on out.

[some_go_mad]

The Master faux-pouts when Narvin pulls away. You don't want to be his friend, Narvin?

"My bodycount in Salem is currently zero. None. None more dead." He pulls a Kit-Kat out of the pumpkin, and begins unwrapping it, considering Narvin as he does so.

"That," he takes a bite of the candy, "is a terrible suit."

Are you saying that Time Lords don't have good fashion sense, Master?

[timesbureaucrat]

"Good. It had better stay that way." He eyes the candy as it moves from the pumpkin to the Master's mouth, silently dreading the effect that all that sugar may have on the Master. Although given his heightened metabolism, he'll probably burn through it all in less than ten microspans.

"There's nothing wrong with my suit. It's unobtrusive." It's grey polyester. And one size too big.

OMG *chases the tenses around with a butterfly net*

[most_feared]

"He probably meant mine." And he doesn't seem the least bit amused, or fazed, or even fussed or whatever other reactions usually accompanied insults from the Master.

"Well, looks like he's behaving. I'm going to get that bite to eat." He gives Narvin a nod. At least it's some polite acknowledgement of the probably tough job that he has ahead of him.

Oh, sorry! I do present by reflex. :| Oops. Should I switch back?

[some_go_mad]

The Master raises an eyebrow at Kay, taking the time to look the human (possibly-he won't assume, on the Barge) up and down as he finishes up his Kit-Kat. Kay's suit doesn't win him any fashion points, but he expects that, on someone who holds himself like an Earth government agent. Narvin, now, is a Gallifreyan trying to do Death of a Salesman. That requires comment.

The raised eyebrow gets turned on Narvin, next. "Who's your friend?"

((I don't want the Master to drive Kay off or force Narvin to pay attention to the Master, unless that's okay all the way around :| STAY KAY. The Master can always hie off and break into another unsuspecting building. And steal its candy.))

I will do whatever tense other people do. (Provided I remember which it is.)

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin finds it a little strange to hear someone he met five minutes ago referred to as his "friend." And if he had friends, he certainly wouldn't introduce them to the Master. In any event, Narvin does not want to get in the habit deferring to the Master, even on something so simple as a request for information.

He folds his arms and says nothing. If Kay wishes to introduce himself, he can, but Narvin refuses to jump at the Master's command.

((I'm fine with Kay staying and meeting the Master, or leaving and getting his long-awaited chowder, or the Master leaving for some more petty crime. Whatever others prefer is good by me.))

I'll go with you guys. I just did this hornswaggled, "Wait, mah tenses don't match!"

[most_feared]

"It's Kay," he replies to the Master, bluntly and simply, and that's all he says before entering the restaurant, where likely unheard to them he greets the hostess with a nice smile and she checks the registry to see how many tables are open. And Kay, of course, isn't spoken like a typical human name. Rather said more like the letter "K" than the effeminate sort of name it's usually associated with.

[(He's just going where he wants to go like Kay does. He just does his thing and expects people to go along or decide not to.)]

It's so personal. Everyone has different tense tastes!

[some_go_mad]

"Kay." The Master tips his head, a quick nod of amusement, with a sideways glance at Narvin. Someone's found someone similarly serious to stand around in suits with.

"I'll go, hm? I'd hate to be a third wheel. And I'm not sure this restaurant's ready for the clergy."

The last is addressed solely to Narvin-Kay's already left the two Time Lords out on the sidewalk.

[timesbureaucrat]

"It's certainly not ready for you. I've seen how you eat. And speaking of food, dare I hope that you didn't steal that," he motions towards the pumpkin full of candy, "from some hapless baby."

The Master certainly isn't Narvin's idea of an ideal holiday companion, but he isn't going to let him wander Salem alone.

((Since Narvin and Kay are talking in another thread, I think Narvin will not join Kay here. Because keeping track of both conversations might make my head explode with confusion.))

[some_go_mad]

"I did not." He stole it from a hapless teenager, who was too old to be taking advantage of generosity meant for children, anyway.

He picks through the top layer of candy, looking for maximum sugar content. SweeTarts. And here's a gummi brain.

"Go on, stay. You looked like you were bonding."

He tosses the plastic packet with the brain at Narvin, and keeps the SweeTarts for himself.

"I won't kill any of the local wildlife. You have my word of honor."

((Woo, timelines. I know. I'm already thinking about what should happen in Thread First Inmate/Warden Meeting to get to this thread. And the Master will try to enlist Narvin in further breaking and entering, to see if Salem's a real environment or a virtual set, I think.))