Oi, don't you laugh at me. It might happen to you someday.
[She means the whole regenerating into a woman thing. Missy would prefer to show than tell. She makes a grab for the Doctor's wrist. He might choose to shrink back or pull away, and if that's his choice, then this time she'll let him. Otherwise, she'll press his hand flat against her chest and let him feel the beating of her hearts.]
Where? Gallifrey. Where the grass was red and the leaves were silver on the trees. Where Borusa's lectures bored us to sleep. Where we asked the same questions and arrived at opposite answers. Where we played and learned and grew, and you promised me we'd see every star in the sky. You're more of a tourist, I'm more of a conquerer. Ringing any bells?
[After hearing all of this, his face was still, his eyes blinking in disbelief]
The Master...is now the Mistress? [he immediately starts laughing again. He does struggle at first, but lets her do it. Now it sinks in]
You...left a while back. I lost you forever.
I wouldn't say I'm a tourist, I'm one that travels helping those that need help. That's why I chose the Doctor. You like to kill, to conquer. I'm sure you got on well with the Romans.
The man who makes people better. You're sanctimonious. Vain, arrogant and sentimental.
[She doesn't sound angry with him. If anything, in spite of the unflattering word choices, she sound a little bit fond. It's her turn to laugh when he says she left. No apologies.]
Silly. You couldn't lose me "forever" if you tried. You know me. I don't stay dead. Immortality or bust.
[In actuality, she found the Romans boring. She doesn't bother to tell him so.]
Now, dearest, would you mind dropping me off in Bristol? Anytime after 1917, with a thousand-year margin for error. I'd drive, but my head is killing me.
Oh, I don't know about that. I'm the most clever person in the room. [He's just as smug]
Yes, you could get around our biology. I'd like to see that happen. Although, you did switch gender. I've never seen that before. But really...you won't. [He has never heard of it and there will never will be such a thing. Hmph.]
You do, hmm? That's...interesting. [he tries not to shiver visibly. Yes, he/she was his best friend. But the way they've acted in all these centuries before and after? Not good.]
You find a room and rest. I'll get you where you want to go.
Excuse you? [She plants her hands on her hips, objecting to the assertion that he's the cleverest.] You're so young and cocky. You're the prettiest one in the room, I'll give you that.
[Missy's only heard a little folklore about regenerating into another gender, and it didn't seem to apply very well to her situation.]
I'm not up to anything naughty. You'd be taking me straight back to a quantum fold chamber with my name on it. A thousand years of solitary confinement.
At least, that's what it's meant to be. You let me out sometimes to stretch my legs, or take one of your little goodness tests. You're teaching me. I rescued a cat out of a tree once. You loved it. [Oops, gotta preserve the timeline.] Forget I told you.
Pretty? Well, there's a time for everything. [he blushes] Never heard that before, I had this face.
Riiight. When are you not? Whatever gender you are, evil deeds are not far behind. How can I trust that you would be up to good behavior, rather than no good? Hmm? [eyebrow raised]
[The Doctor's mind was like a trap, but he would somehow lose that memory on his next regenration. No use tempting himself.]
Willingly resigning to confinement? Nope. [pops the p] Don't believe it.
[She smirks lopsidedly, looking like a fox in a henhouse. She can't help it. This incarnation has what the Doctor's future self would call a 'wicked stepmother' look. She doesn't wear innocence very well.]
Easy. You want to trust me. You know you shouldn't, but you can't help yourself. You can't bear to snuff out that tiny flickering flame of hope. It's okay. I can't help wanting things from you, either. That's just who we are.
I haven't tried to make you dead or miserable in the past few minutes, have I?
[It's tempting. It's really tempting to get all murdery, but she hasn't.]
[It isn't awkward on Missy's side. Half the fun of being a woman is how other people react to silly things like flirting.]
Your friendship is what I want now, more than anything. I know, I've been bad for a long time. The drums have stopped. My own heartbeat gives me a fright sometimes, but it's mostly quiet in my head. You don't have to believe me, of course. I'll just keep resisting the evil urges, and let that speak for itself.
[She remembers plenty about this face of his.] Ooh, hang on. Weren't you a hugger? You've gone all funny about touch in recent years. Give us a hug.
[She pouts at him, making a big show of her disappointment. She doesn't really mind not getting a hug, she's just being theatrical.]
Fine, fine. I'll do as I'm told. I'll have a little kip 'below decks'. If you decide to kill me or abandon me, be sure to wake me first. Basic courtesy. Here's hoping I can get any rest. Knowing you, you're gonna hit every pothole in space and time. [Ribbing him about his bad piloting; what she considers bad, anyway, which is probably equal and opposite to her own.]
[He won't have her know any such thing. Missy isn't gone for long. She doesn't sleep well these days—contrary to her implication, it has nothing to do with his driving. She steps up beside him and picks up exactly where they left off, having been stewing on it the whole time:]
Hi, dearest. You know, you don't get to tell lies about Gallifrey just because no one's around to correct them. You weren't the best pilot. You weren't the best at anything. And you weren't the brightest. You were just curious and unconventional. Irrepressible, that's us. Renegades.
[At least she hasn't tried to hijack and/or sabotage the TARDIS since she was with him last.]
I never claimed to be the best. Better than you, that's all. You leave the handbrake on.
[She sticks her tongue out at him childishly, totally immune to that scowl.]
No one with any sense wanted to remain there. It was dull. And you promised me— [She trails off. Every star in the universe. They were going to see them all. But the Master couldn't see anything beyond his own ambition. Missy sighs.]
Well, you know how it is. Places to do, people to be. [Mixing those words up a bit.]
[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?
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Oi, don't you laugh at me. It might happen to you someday.
[She means the whole regenerating into a woman thing. Missy would prefer to show than tell. She makes a grab for the Doctor's wrist. He might choose to shrink back or pull away, and if that's his choice, then this time she'll let him. Otherwise, she'll press his hand flat against her chest and let him feel the beating of her hearts.]
Where? Gallifrey. Where the grass was red and the leaves were silver on the trees. Where Borusa's lectures bored us to sleep. Where we asked the same questions and arrived at opposite answers. Where we played and learned and grew, and you promised me we'd see every star in the sky. You're more of a tourist, I'm more of a conquerer. Ringing any bells?
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The Master...is now the Mistress? [he immediately starts laughing again. He does struggle at first, but lets her do it. Now it sinks in]
You...left a while back. I lost you forever.
I wouldn't say I'm a tourist, I'm one that travels helping those that need help. That's why I chose the Doctor. You like to kill, to conquer. I'm sure you got on well with the Romans.
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[She doesn't sound angry with him. If anything, in spite of the unflattering word choices, she sound a little bit fond. It's her turn to laugh when he says she left. No apologies.]
Silly. You couldn't lose me "forever" if you tried. You know me. I don't stay dead. Immortality or bust.
[In actuality, she found the Romans boring. She doesn't bother to tell him so.]
Now, dearest, would you mind dropping me off in Bristol? Anytime after 1917, with a thousand-year margin for error. I'd drive, but my head is killing me.
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There's only so many regenerations in us, Missy. You can't live forever and ever.
No, I think you'll stay here, get rid of that headache and then, we'll see. My TARDIS, my rules.
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We're only supposed to have so many regenerations. I'll get around that, just watch me.
[It's a boast. An ambition. Rassilon's no better than they are, so why not live forever? She'd prefer it if the Doctor didn't burst her bubble.]
Thanks for calling me Missy. I like the way you use my name.
[Always did, no matter which name. She shrugs, finally letting his hand go and taking a step back.]
Whatever. Let's not fight about it. I'm in no rush.
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Yes, you could get around our biology. I'd like to see that happen. Although, you did switch gender. I've never seen that before. But really...you won't. [He has never heard of it and there will never will be such a thing. Hmph.]
You do, hmm? That's...interesting. [he tries not to shiver visibly. Yes, he/she was his best friend. But the way they've acted in all these centuries before and after? Not good.]
You find a room and rest. I'll get you where you want to go.
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[Missy's only heard a little folklore about regenerating into another gender, and it didn't seem to apply very well to her situation.]
I'm not up to anything naughty. You'd be taking me straight back to a quantum fold chamber with my name on it. A thousand years of solitary confinement.
At least, that's what it's meant to be. You let me out sometimes to stretch my legs, or take one of your little goodness tests. You're teaching me. I rescued a cat out of a tree once. You loved it. [Oops, gotta preserve the timeline.] Forget I told you.
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Riiight. When are you not? Whatever gender you are, evil deeds are not far behind. How can I trust that you would be up to good behavior, rather than no good? Hmm? [eyebrow raised]
[The Doctor's mind was like a trap, but he would somehow lose that memory on his next regenration. No use tempting himself.]
Willingly resigning to confinement? Nope. [pops the p] Don't believe it.
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[She smirks lopsidedly, looking like a fox in a henhouse. She can't help it. This incarnation has what the Doctor's future self would call a 'wicked stepmother' look. She doesn't wear innocence very well.]
Easy. You want to trust me. You know you shouldn't, but you can't help yourself. You can't bear to snuff out that tiny flickering flame of hope. It's okay. I can't help wanting things from you, either. That's just who we are.
I haven't tried to make you dead or miserable in the past few minutes, have I?
[It's tempting. It's really tempting to get all murdery, but she hasn't.]
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Wanting things? Mostly, using me to get what you want. [pointed look]
No, but that doesn't mean that anything in the near future...? [he smirks]
They call us Time Lords for a reason. It's something we just...know.
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Your friendship is what I want now, more than anything. I know, I've been bad for a long time. The drums have stopped. My own heartbeat gives me a fright sometimes, but it's mostly quiet in my head. You don't have to believe me, of course. I'll just keep resisting the evil urges, and let that speak for itself.
[She remembers plenty about this face of his.] Ooh, hang on. Weren't you a hugger? You've gone all funny about touch in recent years. Give us a hug.
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You get some rest. I'll work on getting her somewhere. Sound good?
[He puts his attention toward the TARDIS' controls]
I am a hugger. But right now, I'm not feeling a hug.
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Fine, fine. I'll do as I'm told. I'll have a little kip 'below decks'. If you decide to kill me or abandon me, be sure to wake me first. Basic courtesy. Here's hoping I can get any rest. Knowing you, you're gonna hit every pothole in space and time. [Ribbing him about his bad piloting; what she considers bad, anyway, which is probably equal and opposite to her own.]
Naptime.
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Oh yes, I'll be sure to let you know. [he makes a show of an eye roll]
I'll have you know, I was one of the best pilots on Gallifrey. [Hrumphs]
Yes, rest, I'll be here.
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Hi, dearest. You know, you don't get to tell lies about Gallifrey just because no one's around to correct them. You weren't the best pilot. You weren't the best at anything. And you weren't the brightest. You were just curious and unconventional. Irrepressible, that's us. Renegades.
[At least she hasn't tried to hijack and/or sabotage the TARDIS since she was with him last.]
So, update me. Where and when did we end up?
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Lies? Since when were you the best pilot either? [Missy, take this scowl]
Unconventional. I like humans, I didn't want to remain on Gallifrey all my life. Yes, I guess that's what you could call unconventional. [shrugs]
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[She sticks her tongue out at him childishly, totally immune to that scowl.]
No one with any sense wanted to remain there. It was dull. And you promised me— [She trails off. Every star in the universe. They were going to see them all. But the Master couldn't see anything beyond his own ambition. Missy sighs.]
Well, you know how it is. Places to do, people to be. [Mixing those words up a bit.]
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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?
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