RP for Catherine, alt!Ten and ainley!Master

[darkdoctor]

The Doctor leaned slightly against his TARDIS, observing the other ships, the widely varied people milling about. He'd taken to doing so, simply watching this new environment, so the behaviour was hardly conspicuous

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[decadentmind]

Catherine made her way out of the house and across the garden, headed for his TARDIS. She spied him standing outside, leaning on one of its corners, and she hurried her pace, smiling politely as she approached.

"Hello, Doctor."

Her eyes were a bit bright and her face flushed from the brisk walk. Her smile widened slightly, got just a touch warmer, and she said, "It's good to see you."

[decadentmind]

Catherine bit her lip. "I don't, not really, no. He gets these ideas in his head, at times, and there's no shaking him from them."

She frowned. "I mean, I trust you. So clearly the problem lies at his end, yes?"

[darkdoctor]

A slight nod, his expression more contemplative than offended.

"Perhaps the idea of a different him unsettles him." He paused before offering a faint, apologetic smile.

"Well, that was a rather awkward sentence, wasn't it?"

[decadentmind]

"Perhaps you're right. And they do tend to be confusing sentences, when one is discussing oneself, whether they be an alternate, past, or future self," Catherine agreed.

She looked around again. Where was the Doctor? She hoped he hadn't run into any trouble... or suffered any side effects from the chameleon arch. She did her best to keep her expression neutral as her eyes scanned the grounds.

[darkdoctor]

This time he joined her, his bearing remaining utterly casual as he searched for any glimpse of his future self.

"Goodness knows what the High Council thought it was doing, shoving any amount of Doctors together..." His tone was light, holding no indication of his own worry. He'd rather this went off as smoothly as possible.

[decadentmind]

"I'm not entirely convinced the High Council was thinking, full stop," she replied, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I suspect they just threw as many bodies at this as they could muster."

Her eyes tightened slightly. "As many expendable bodies."

[darkdoctor]

The chuckle was too dry, too sharp to be called laughter. He met her eyes with a dark, approving glint in his own.

"Quite. I suppose that does explain the Masters."

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[decadentmind]

((I'm not entirely sure what's going on with the rest of the participants in this thread? Let me prod some people and then I'll get back to you so these poor two aren't standing about making small talk forever. ;) Unless Dark!Five had a specific aim/something to discuss with Catherine, in which case, I'm all for it. :) ))

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[darkdoctor]

((*nods* All right! Nothing specific, no. He's got more questions about the Master but doesn't want to talk about him too explicitly in public, just in case.

At least we now know what scheming renegade Time Lord small talk sounds like? ;)

Sorry that took so long, net on the fritz again.))

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[decadentmind]

((Fantastic. I guess if I can't get this sorted soon they could always step inside and discuss the Master.

Scheming renegade Time Lord small talk FTW.

And no worries. I understand. *hates on your net* I'm patient; the threads will always be there. :) ))