[Her lips purse, feeling a twinge of remorse over something he'd know nothing about. She has enough sense not to speak on the subject.] Best if we don't discuss home, for myriad reasons.
[After one too many betrayals, she's utterly given up on their own rotten kind. 'Home', as she's come to regard it personally, is no longer a planet or a people or a culture. Home is a memory of a warm day in their childhood. And no matter what happens, that's something they can never experience again.]
We're always the same in some ways. In others, well. Big adjustment. Long story.
[On that note, Missy moves away around the console with a flourish of skirt and petticoat. She wouldn't touch the controls without her driving gloves on—she's used to his TARDIS holding a grudge against her, for that paradox machine stuff—but she can have a good look. If he's not going to tell her when they are, she'll see for herself.]
[Being glared at doesn't feel like anything. She'd still prefer if he didn't do it.]
Theta Sigma! You be nice, now.
[This complaint is in the style of a parent admonishing their child with the pointed use of a full name. It isn't his name, technically, but he went by it at the Academy—and to her knowledge, he hasn't ever since. It's a little bit emotionally manipulative of her. Must be a day ending in 'y.']
What would you like to do while we wait?
Yeah, he cheated, JK lied and wrote another one. LOL
Nice? You picking on me, is not nice. So, let's just be civil from now on okay?
I don't want you near my friends here, so we'll just stick it out. The library has plenty of books, the pool is open, I believe. If you want to check them out. I have a new Harry Potter, that I have to finish. [He turns and holds it up]
reading harry potter early is the #1 perk of time travel
[She crosses her arms, sulking. It makes sense that he'd want to keep her away from his pets friends. She knows how to navigate the library. Unfortunately, all the books she's currently reading are boring philosophical stuff. The Doctor (not this Doctor, but a Doctor) gave her a list.]
I'm slogging through Immanuel Kant's Critique of Practical Reason. It's so dull. I don't remember what page I was on. And I don't have a bathing suit. [There must be a late Victorian or Edwardian era bathing suit in his costume wardrobe, but she's not excited to go looking for it.]
Look, honey, I'm supposed to be having a nice little outing. This is my holiday, my vacation. You're spoiling it. Wouldn't you rather do something fun together?
Yeah, I always thought that was awesome that Ten was reading it in season 3?
[She sagely holds her tongue on a quippy response to that first accusation, and the idea of his TARDIS finding a swimsuit. The Old Girl has no reason to do Missy any favours. The TARDIS likely doesn't trust her any more than the Doctor does.]
You have no idea what I'm serious about. [He would have been right before, but this time's different.] I want to change. Introspection is a big part of that.
I'm vacationing from my confinement. You ought to know how it feels to be locked up. I've put you in a cage before. It's bad enough you wanna stay inside, and now this— [She points at his book. But being 'good', or at least less evil, means learning to cope with disappointment. She lets it go, with a sigh.]
Forget it. It's okay. You read. [She'll figure something else out, deciding simply that she's not his problem. Junior, 'the ex', her former self, is his problem.]
[She would find one, he just couldn't promise that it would be a proper one. The TARDIS could be snarky like that.]
I can never tell, because you're always going on and on about mad things. How can I know that you really do want to change? How can I trust that you do? Last time, I thought I would take that chance. Lot that did me.
Confinement? Who forced you into captivity? And yeah, I remember it. How does it feel? [He too wants to drop it. But it would linger in the back of his mind for a while]
Well, don't make any trouble here. You know She'll straighten you out, if you do. I'm sure that you'll tell me more than you have, in time. I'll let it sit. And yes, I'll read. I'll let you know when we're ready to go.
[There are several reasons she chose her deranged Mary Poppins outfit, including the fact that she doesn't want to show more skin as a woman than she did as a man. Snark from the TARDIS would not go over well.]
I can't prove it. There's no way you can know for sure. You just have to take another chance.
[That's as good a point to walk away as any. Missy has thought of something to do—which brings her right back to the Doctor within a few minutes. She's holding two cups of tea. She sips from one and offers him the other.]
Made you a cuppa. [Why not? They're only arch-frenemies. He already gave her an out, but once her thoughts are in order, there's plenty she tells him anyway.]
My cage is meant to be my tomb. I was s'posed to be executed, and my body stored away for a thousand years. You, Doctor, saved my life. You didn't do the executey part. And you swore to guard me all that time, silly goose. Prydonian oath.
[It wasn't the first time the Doctor had attended one of the Master's executions. She usually does enough scheming to save her own neck, but that time there was no scheme. The Vault stops counting down the thousand years when she's outside, but nobody's forcing her, not as Missy sees it. She stays because she wants to, as difficult and lonely as it is. She'll go back for the same reason. One step closer to what she really wants.]
[Of course the Doctor does foolish things, thinking he can save or change someone who was a dear friend in the past. Silly Doctor, you'll never change. Brains and heart always. He takes the cup, but sniffs to make sure nothing is amiss in the brew]
So you did. How do I know, that this isn't meant to knock me out and let you take charge of the TARDIS, ay?
Yeah, some lot that probably did me, guarding you. Somehow, you persuaded me to let you out and here you are. [He puts the cup down, highly suspicious of it]
Swap? [Missy offers mildly, after sipping from her own mug.]
You're a clever boy. I'm sure you could run tests on it before it goes cold. Even if I did knock you out, you'd likely regain consciousness before your TARDIS is ready to go.
[Did he want logic, or did he want her to ask for his trust again? Logic is what he's getting for now.]
I'm very persuasive. I used my feminine wiles. [Spoken with an exaggerated saucy wink.]
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It was dull, I admit. But it was home. [he looks melancholy all of a sudden, homesick almost]
Yes, over the years, I've looked like many people, but I was still the same man. You changed genders and yet you're still the same person. [he smirks]
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[After one too many betrayals, she's utterly given up on their own rotten kind. 'Home', as she's come to regard it personally, is no longer a planet or a people or a culture. Home is a memory of a warm day in their childhood. And no matter what happens, that's something they can never experience again.]
We're always the same in some ways. In others, well. Big adjustment. Long story.
[On that note, Missy moves away around the console with a flourish of skirt and petticoat. She wouldn't touch the controls without her driving gloves on—she's used to his TARDIS holding a grudge against her, for that paradox machine stuff—but she can have a good look. If he's not going to tell her when they are, she'll see for herself.]
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[She/he has caused more trouble in that regard and he'd rather not relive any of it. Their people caused too much pain in the War.]
Oi! My controls! We're back in modern Cardiff, Wales. I have to recharge her.
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I wasn't touching!
[She gives him a flat, unimpressed sort of look.]
Well, that's the right planet to let me off on, at least. [But it's not what she asked for.]
I'll wait til she's charged.
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Yeah, probably not the right time period, but if you want to leave, you can. [He's so annoyed, he really doesn't care right now]
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Theta Sigma! You be nice, now.
[This complaint is in the style of a parent admonishing their child with the pointed use of a full name. It isn't his name, technically, but he went by it at the Academy—and to her knowledge, he hasn't ever since. It's a little bit emotionally manipulative of her. Must be a day ending in 'y.']
What would you like to do while we wait?
Yeah, he cheated, JK lied and wrote another one. LOL
Nice? You picking on me, is not nice. So, let's just be civil from now on okay?
I don't want you near my friends here, so we'll just stick it out. The library has plenty of books, the pool is open, I believe. If you want to check them out. I have a new Harry Potter, that I have to finish. [He turns and holds it up]
reading harry potter early is the #1 perk of time travel
[She crosses her arms, sulking. It makes sense that he'd want to keep her away from his
petsfriends. She knows how to navigate the library. Unfortunately, all the books she's currently reading are boring philosophical stuff. The Doctor (not this Doctor, but a Doctor) gave her a list.]I'm slogging through Immanuel Kant's Critique of Practical Reason. It's so dull. I don't remember what page I was on. And I don't have a bathing suit. [There must be a late Victorian or Edwardian era bathing suit in his costume wardrobe, but she's not excited to go looking for it.]
Look, honey, I'm supposed to be having a nice little outing. This is my holiday, my vacation. You're spoiling it. Wouldn't you rather do something fun together?
Yeah, I always thought that was awesome that Ten was reading it in season 3?
That's some heavy stuff. Why all the introspection? Never thought you were that serious about that kind of thing. [eyebrow raised]
She will find one for you, my TARDIS. No worries like that.
Vacation? From what? What have you been doing, that you need a break from it? [he sits on the jump seat, about to pick up his book]
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You have no idea what I'm serious about. [He would have been right before, but this time's different.] I want to change. Introspection is a big part of that.
I'm vacationing from my confinement. You ought to know how it feels to be locked up. I've put you in a cage before. It's bad enough you wanna stay inside, and now this— [She points at his book. But being 'good', or at least less evil, means learning to cope with disappointment. She lets it go, with a sigh.]
Forget it. It's okay. You read. [She'll figure something else out, deciding simply that she's not his problem. Junior, 'the ex', her former self, is his problem.]
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I can never tell, because you're always going on and on about mad things. How can I know that you really do want to change? How can I trust that you do? Last time, I thought I would take that chance. Lot that did me.
Confinement? Who forced you into captivity? And yeah, I remember it. How does it feel? [He too wants to drop it. But it would linger in the back of his mind for a while]
Well, don't make any trouble here. You know She'll straighten you out, if you do. I'm sure that you'll tell me more than you have, in time. I'll let it sit. And yes, I'll read. I'll let you know when we're ready to go.
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I can't prove it. There's no way you can know for sure. You just have to take another chance.
[That's as good a point to walk away as any. Missy has thought of something to do—which brings her right back to the Doctor within a few minutes. She's holding two cups of tea. She sips from one and offers him the other.]
Made you a cuppa. [Why not? They're only arch-frenemies. He already gave her an out, but once her thoughts are in order, there's plenty she tells him anyway.]
My cage is meant to be my tomb. I was s'posed to be executed, and my body stored away for a thousand years. You, Doctor, saved my life. You didn't do the executey part. And you swore to guard me all that time, silly goose. Prydonian oath.
[It wasn't the first time the Doctor had attended one of the Master's executions. She usually does enough scheming to save her own neck, but that time there was no scheme. The Vault stops counting down the thousand years when she's outside, but nobody's forcing her, not as Missy sees it. She stays because she wants to, as difficult and lonely as it is. She'll go back for the same reason. One step closer to what she really wants.]
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So you did. How do I know, that this isn't meant to knock me out and let you take charge of the TARDIS, ay?
Yeah, some lot that probably did me, guarding you. Somehow, you persuaded me to let you out and here you are. [He puts the cup down, highly suspicious of it]
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You're a clever boy. I'm sure you could run tests on it before it goes cold. Even if I did knock you out, you'd likely regain consciousness before your TARDIS is ready to go.
[Did he want logic, or did he want her to ask for his trust again? Logic is what he's getting for now.]
I'm very persuasive. I used my feminine wiles. [Spoken with an exaggerated saucy wink.]
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Maybe, maybe not. You never know with you. [playful glare]
[He tries to not visibly shudder at that remark, but can't withhold it]
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[She leaves it open to interpretation, whether she means his suspicion or his shudder.]