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[the Master is not pleased right now - not only is he trapped in the TARDIS, but now he's not even a Time Lord anymore. in fact, he happens to currently be a cougar. a very unhappy cougar, to be precise. he growls, then begins pacing around his room, his tail swishing irritably]

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[have a Jack harmlessly walking through the TARDIS until, lol wtf was that noise? Goes to check it out and... is that a cougar?]

...When did we get a pet?

[oh, look, it's Jack! POUNCE, and there goes your jugular]

[SPAZ FLAILS DIES]

[he settles down on Jack's chest, licking the blood from his muzzle distastefully]

[good five minutes later--BACK TO LIFE, he gasps and jerks before realizing that there is a fucking big ass cat sitting on his chest]

Well that was a friendly hello.

[growl >|]

[in fucking PAIN right now, stupid cat. he pushes the stupid thing off and tries to get back up to his feet] Oh shut it.

[chewing on your ankle now, Jack]

[dsfhds GTFO sry but he's gonna kick you in the jaw now] Get off! [is so tempted to shoot you Master B|]

[om nom nom]

[squirms and pulls out his gun] Lets play nice now, I don't really want to splatter your brains all over the TARDIS and she doesn't want it to happen much either.

[sigh; some people are just no fun. he drops Jack's ankle, looking disgruntled.]

[INTERVENTION. Ten appears, going from confused to shocked to BETTER RUN.] This is exactly why you shouldn't be here. [aside, to Jack:] Are you all right?

[tenderly handling his GNAWED ON ANKLE...with one hand, the other is still pointing his gun at the Master B|] I'm fine, Weevil bites are worse.

[the Master would have any number of things to say if he could, you know, talk. as it is, he sits down and delicately curls his tail around himself, the tip still twitching]

[hello, wonky mental presence!] ...Master?

[>| at you, Doctor]

Are you all right?

[...]

A more helpful answer would be appreciated. Apart from being what sounds like a rather large member of the feline family, are you all right?

[can't talk, being a cougar. and he has Jack's ankle in his mouth IT IS DELICIOUS]

[he'd be happy with a growl. but as it is, Eight is reading up, and is suddenly Not Amused.] Master! Leave him alone.

[hiiisssss!]

[oh hai, Eight in now running to stop you from eating his friend. bad Master.] I mean it, Master.

[pouty cougar time]

[does not care! :D]

[annoyed growl]

[Lucy has been trying to feel and/or hear her husband through their mental link, but it is not working, and she is rapidly approaching panic]

[sorry, busy being large and furry]

[not even a growl? throw her a bone! :D]

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