Fake Interrogation

[timesbureaucrat]

Who: Narvin, the Master (later Kay and Ray, I think)
Where: Interrogation Room
When: Either before or after Ray interrogates Ardent (unless there are multiple little interrogation rooms?)
What: Interrogation. Because Narvin has to keep up appearances and pretend that he didn't know about the riot before.
Warnings: The Master is going to try to

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[some_go_mad]

He had considered coming along like a good little prisoner, but then he'd had second thoughts-he might as well get some satisfaction out of this fiasco, and forcing his warden to hunt him down and draw a weapon on him was a start. It wasn't much of a power play, but anything felt better than politely checking himself in for his warden's benefit, hungry and angry and supremely tired of the Barge (and it should be amusing him, that was what was most frustrating, that all of this should be a laugh-and would be a laugh, if the hunger didn't have him so on edge).

He won't take a seat, unless Narvin forces him.

"Your boyfriend. How did he know?"

[timesbureaucrat]

"Shut up, Master, I'm not in the mood for your so-called witticisms." He prowls the small room restlessly. "This was a mistake. All of it." He shouldn't have warned Kay. If he'd wanted the the riot to succeed, he shouldn't have warned Kay. He *knows* that. Or he shouldn't have let the Master carry on with the riot in the first place. And there's the problem in a nutshell. He's been running with a mixed agenda--not sure *what* outcome he wants--and this disaster is the result

[some_go_mad]

"Just like you didn't tell anyone about mine? Like that, Narvineshadinatas?" He's standing with his feet wide apart and his arms crossed, petty viciousness in his face, the desire to move in his posture-like a gang member who's cornered a rival in an alley, alert to shift at any moment, to block his victim's way out, but not quite ready to start the fight. Not yet.

He code-switches to Gallifreyan, because this conversation is serious. "I wouldn't tell anyone about you. I want what you want. You know what this ship is doing. Altering time! Reviving the dead. Creating reality from thin air and shoving it into our heads."

"You know what I was this weekend? A priest. A Pythian priest. And I can still tell you everything about him. What about you? Hm?" He cocks his head to the side. "Your sex-starved accountant. Real, right? No Chameleon Arch construct. This ship rewrites reality. I want that. You want that. You're mine."

[timesbureaucrat]

"I didn't tell anyone. Agent Kay figured it out for himself." It's mostly true. He made the mistake of hinting that something was going to happen, and Kay did the rest. But he never directly mentioned the Master, not until Kay announced to the wardens that he already knew anyway.

Narvin twitches at the mention of the events of the last weekend. He suspected before that the Admiral doesn't truly care about the inhabitants of the Barge, and that weekend convinced him that his suspicions are correct. Every day since then he's been trying to tamp down his fury over it, repress the horror of being a him not-him. A human with one heart, who said things with his voice that he cringes to remember saying and did things with his body that loathes the memory of doing.

"Yours?" He laughs. "I think you're forgetting the proper roles here. You're the renegade, the criminal, the mad, diseased Time Lord who deludes under the impression that he's important. You don't control me. I don't submit to you."