Mun sick - the voices in my head have more sense then me!

[mapsincolor]

Oy! Mun! What are you still doing up? You know you're sick. Quit trawling threads and go to bed!

[Awwwwwww...]

Go on, shoo! We can find me some meme or other later. Go make tea!

[Can I at least finish this episode of "Airline?"]

Oh, fine. Tea and bad reality telly then. Honestly, you're worse then the Doctor!

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[ofdrumsthesound]

No one is worse than the Doctor when it comes to lacking common sense. The number of times I had to get him out of trouble when we were young, it's a miracle he's lasted this long without me.

[mapsincolor]

Granted. Over 900 years old, you'd think I wouldn't have to remind him - Wait - You're from Gallifrey, then?

[This man looks vaguely familiar, though Donna can't suppose why...]

[ofdrumsthesound]

Yeah. *He smiles ruefully.* Penultimate Time Lord, since he keeps calling himself the last.

I'm also kind of completely insane, but I've been getting a bit better lately. Finding the cause helped a bit. Bloody Rassilon, death was too good for him . . .

[mapsincolor]

Er... alright, then.

[He's smiling pleasantly enough, but that finger-tapping is... kind of unnerving. There's plenty of people around, though, so it's probably alright to keep talking with him. For now.]

How d'you mean kind of completely insane?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Well, I'm not actually delusional--but that's only because the noises in my head are torture devices designed to turn me into a Time War weapon. And one of the many horrible things about a time war is that the effects can happen quite a ways before the cause, so now I've always been one.

[mapsincolor]

Right.

[Oh. Oh dear, she does know this story. At least the first part. This has to be the Master the Doctor's talked about. The one with the drums. The one who styled himself Harold Saxon. (She was never so glad to say "Well I didn't vote for him!"- Mostly due to sleeping through the election, but STILL.)

She's not going to make some sort of dramatic declaration here. He hasn't actually done anything yet, and if she's fallen into some scheme, it's probably too late.]

Does that mean you always have to be one? A weapon, I mean?

[ofdrumsthesound]

It's a bit hard not to be. It's all I've ever known, the drums get louder the longer I go without doing something horrible, and after a thousand years of this the thought of being sane enough to feel guilt is terrifying.

*He smiles slightly.* I'm trying to get better, mostly to spite Rassilon. It's hard, though.

[mapsincolor]

[Donna knows exactly how many ways her life could have gone. One different turn, that's all it takes. But what would it be like, being made into one... thing right from the get-go? She considers for awhile, watching a family of ducks swim by.]

Well then... if you think about it, getting better is the worst thing you could do to him, yeah? Really twist up his plans. So getting better in itself could be considered "horrible."

[It's a stretch of the definition. Still, this is Donna - nothing if not a stubborn optimist!]

[ofdrumsthesound]

But Rassilon was himself a horrible person, it cancels out. *He sighs.* In any case, violence seems to be preferred.

For example, I keep wanting to eat you. Or maybe make shoes with your skin. Something unpleasantly exciting, anyway. *A swift shake of his head, as though trying to dislodge the thought* I don't have any reason for it, but the desire just won't go away.

[mapsincolor]

[In the distance there's a familiar whine. Finally. Donna's all for helping people. Sympathetic ear? That's her! But there's some things that might just be beyond her abilities.

Also, she would rather her ears, and the rest of her skin, stay in their present form!]

Good luck with it, mate. Well, that's my ride.

(OOC: You do a really good job as the Master! Just not sure where else this conversation could go at this point! :P)

We should do it again some time :D

[ofdrumsthesound]

*Hey, at least she tried.*

Thank you. *He smiles ruefully.* I'll see you around, okay?

[mapsincolor]

[Donna considers, then gives a tentative nod.]

Well, you never do know, do you?

[And she leaves the man to his drumming. 1 2 3 4... 1 2 3 4...]

(OOC: Sure! Drop a line if you spot a good thread or if you see Donna! Just no biting! *smacks The Master with newspaper* :P)