practice [001]

[losesbest]

[He's sitting with his legs kicked up onto his desk, hands behind his head, paperwork-- well, who cares about the paperwork? Sure isn't this guy. He glances down at the laptop and grins widely.]

Anyone know a good take-away? I'm feeling a bit famished.

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[blindedthemwithscience]

About time?! Of all the--

[The arrogance is too similar. A bit more over the top than she's used to and all the more annoying. She's got his number now.]

Perhaps it was your new face and unimproved attitude.

[losesbest]

[Finally you caught up. He was beginning to worry. See this? This is totally how worried looks.]

And you don't seem to have changed at all.

[blindedthemwithscience]

At least it shows how well I conserve my regenerations unlike he who dies again and again but always manages to return. You're like a cockroach.

[losesbest]

[e y e r o l l]

Not very imaginative, though. You have to admit! Still in the same shape, after all this time. You're just a throwback at this point.

[blindedthemwithscience]

Maybe I happen to like this face. [She sniffs and forces down the offense taken, the only sign she was affected by his remark is the colder tone. Hope you brought your jumper and heavy coat.]

One of these days you won't be able to evade death, I hope you realise that. Now begone from my TARDIS's monitor, I won't be drawn into whatever foolish scheme you've prepared this time.

[losesbest]

I suppose you could do worse. [Brr, did it just get colder in here?]

Oh, I'm very sure of that, make no mistake.

Really? So soon? And we have so much catching up to do.

[blindedthemwithscience]

Then why haven't you already?

[She vanishes for a moment as she goes to handle some of the controls easily. When she next speaks, she's still off-screen.]

Yes, "so soon". I have better ways to spend my time. I have a planet to run, experiments to hold, Time Lords to ignore. Really, watching a Judoon pick its nose would be time better spent than talking to you.

[losesbest]

And leave the universe in this state? Please. That would just be barbaric!

[He's rummaging in his desk for sweets. Finds the jelly beans and starts popping them into his mouth.]

No, no, I suppose there's a point. [nom!] I'm sure mixing chemicals together like children's paint has some value. Don't you think?

[blindedthemwithscience]

As if it would be worse off without you? You flatter yourself.

[She finally comes back on-screen, but she's tending to something against the wall of the console room that looks suspiciously like a Venus fly trap.]

Perhaps that's what you do in your spare time, but perhaps you've forgotten that chemistry is much more than finding the precise combination of materials to achieve a desired result. Or would you prefer I demonstrate a newer experiment I've been working on? I'm sure you'd make a wonderful lab rat.

[losesbest]

Of course, it's not exactly flattery if it's true, now is it?

[More jelly bean nomming going on. His feet are still kicked up on the desk. He tilts his at the plant, then resumes being a total arse.]

I don't know, green isn't really my color. [nom - grimace.] Ugh. Apple flavored. [But back to you.]

Still! Let's see what you've been up to while everyone's scurried off. [Pause.] Or did you not know?

[blindedthemwithscience]

You're the only one that believes it to be true.

[She vanishes again to check on some other things and ignore his jelly bean analysis.]

Not know? You must fail to comprehend how fast news travels around the galaxies. How could the destruction of two planets miss my ears?

[losesbest]

Maybe. But not for long, no, I don't think.

[s h r u g.]

Given how out of date those ears are? Wouldn't surprise me at all if you didn't.

[blindedthemwithscience]

[She came back in view of the camera in time for it to catch her eyeroll. The Rani is not impressed.]

Well, I did. I'm disappointed you weren't caught in the crossfire with the rest. One less pestering gnat to interfere in my work.

[losesbest]

[Nom.]

Terrible, isn't it, setting expectations. Especially ones you have to know aren't going to be met. [Nom] Even your finicky little equations can't solve for that, now can they?