Nothing Is Real

The character journals went all serious on me and Leah, guys.
First, the Doctor pissed off the Master by insinuating that the Master missed him and was affectionate.
And then the Master was EXTREMELY petty and FFFFFFFFFF

theatricmood:
moralsremitted: His home was in ARIZONA. I'm not a COMPLETE bastard to my minions.
Unlike you and some of your COMPANIONS, I might add.
Tell me, did you ever ACTUALLY go back and get that Companion of yours, Miss Smith?
Or that one, the name you keep mentioning and assuming I won't notice...Jamie, was it?

theatricmood:Your door better be dead locked.

And then we were both like "WUT NAO, DOCTAH?!?!" so I wrote out what happened in Skype with tips from Leah. I edited this a LOT. Because most of it was just me waffling about what happened next and Leah going "OH SHIT". I left a small bit of it in so you get the idea. XD

 

( LONG STORY IS LONG )

 

So, uh, now there's a BLOODY MASSIVE PLOT and the Doctor has left home and the Master is going to go fucking APESHIT and and....well, fuck guys, we thought this was a CRACK AU. Remember how I said Leah and I should stop our latenight talking? That still stands.

Doctor Who and the panic and hyperactive-freaking out/hope/despair it causes me is probably not at all healthy for me.
That is all.
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