Nov 16, 2018 5:42 PM
Rebecca and the Master meet
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The Master is still partially covered in glitter and has several songs competing to be stuck in his head, but overall crashing the wedding of the two biggest superstars in the Neoton Globular Cluster was a resounding success. He only got kicked out twice and ended up with at least seven actual party invitations.

This particularly bright shade of green is not a good color on him though. He'll need to figure out how to get that hair dye out.

He steps out of the TARDIS, humming.

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Here is a mountainous wilderness. There is a woman with a baby resting on a rock, looking pretty ragged and thin.

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"You don't look like you're having fun."

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"Who're you?"

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"The Master. Who're you?"

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"Rebecca. What kind of name is 'the Master'?"

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"Less a name, more of a title. It translates into nearly every language and is almost guaranteed to give a bad first impression."

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"Case in point. But, come on, you're sitting on a rock with a newborn looking half starved to death. I can't possibly be the worst thing that's happened to you this week."

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"Not so far."

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He laughs.

"I'm harmless, really. Well, today at least. It's not like I'm the Master of anything."

He pauses, considering.

"Myself maybe, but even that's debatable."

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He steps away from the tree he came out of and walks in a half circle, staring up at the trees.

"Are you starving to death or are you just here to enjoy the scenery?"

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"First thing."

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"Good. If you said the second it would've meant you had terrible taste. This place is subpar even by Earth standards."

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"I can't exactly compare it to Kolob."

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"Kolob? Never heard of it."

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"'Nother star. Or a planet, I'm not sure. I did not pay as much attention as I was supposed to sometimes."

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"Not one I've ever heard of," he says in a tone that implies this is somehow significant.

"Does it spit?" he asks, pointing at the baby and wrinkling his nose.

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"She's a baby."

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"I'll take that as a yes because human babies are terrible."

He sighs.

"You might as well come in anyways."

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"Come in?"

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He opens the TARDIS's door with a flourish.

There appears to be a room inside the tree. It is a very odd room, dome shaped with wood paneling and a console of strange instruments surrounding a tower of pulsing amber. It is definitely too large to fit in the tree.

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"Yeah, all right."

And she goes in.

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It's warm inside and there's a gentle background humming.

"Welcome to the TARDIS. She sometimes likes company. I'm assuming she at least potentially likes you since she hardly would've taken me to Earth just to look at the trees."

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"Hi, TARDIS. Where do you usually live if it's not Earth?"

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