[ visual :: do it or do not do it — you will regret both ]

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

The communications system flickers on and displays a man wearing a drab, dusty taglemust but with a recognizable sword buckled at his hip. After a moment of surprise, he skims over a few notes on his tablet before unveiling his face to speak: "My alternate has left notes for me to read, but I would prefer a more reliable source of information."

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Re: [visual]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean? Bound ribs?"

[visual]

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure this will shock you, but I'm not always welcome wherever I go."

Re: [visual]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor considers this.

"It does, actually."

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

The look the Doctor gets implies that Doul is trying to decide if it's worth commenting on the Doctor's complete and total inability to judge character or if he ought to just stay silent.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Clearly, everyone should share the Doctor's opinion on people.

"Anyway, I've got to talk to you," he says. "About the Master. About what happened when you were gone."

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

"Yes, tell me." He's got a vague, superficial knowledge of what happened, but nothing really useful.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"The Master had a breakdown," the Doctor says, and it's only sort of a lie. "He kidnapped my friends, hurt them, all to try to get to me. But he's not---He can't be killed, Doul. He needs to be contained."

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

"Doctor." Let us assume that he's already had his meeting with the aliens and their phonebox. "I don't like being the unofficial gaoler of Taxon."