#distanttimelord

Put 'Snowflake' in my ask and my muse will answer the following about you:

A gift I would get you: A tie. Not a bow tie, a normal tie just to try to make you get rid of that thing.

What would I do if you were under the mistletoe with me: Kiss you. It's the rule about mistletoe, after all.

Do I think you're a good gift giver: I think it's fifty-fifty with you, if I'm honest. I think it would depend who you're buying for.

Would I snowball fight with you: Yes. And I would win.

Would I sing Christmas carol's house to house with you: No. I do not have any trust in our voices.

Can either of us make a gingerbread house: Not sure about your cooking skills, but we both know that mine are awesome. So yes.

Which of us would get drunk on the mulled wine: I get the feeling that this one would be me.

Who would be in charge of making Christmas Lunch: Again, me. I do not trust you in the kitchen.

Which of us would be more inclined to dress up as Santa: You. Definitely you.

Who would be more generous giving out gifts: You, because you don't have the whole money issue.

The Captain sat down on the rail of her console room and looked at the many monitors of her TARDIS. "Yup," she said after a second, pulling a small flask from her coat pocket, "It's definitely time to take a break." She sat a moment longer, enjoying the feeling of finally having nothing left to do on her agenda. All of her jobs were done, there were no new ones waiting for her, and all was right in the world...well, her world. The Captain did not meddle in the affairs of others (unless they paid well). But as the Time Lady sat in content, a large banging noises came from outside. At first, she did not bother to get up, after all, it could have been nothing but when it occurred a second time, the Captain got up, slipped the flask back into her pocket, and walked through the narrow hallway that led to the deck of her ship. 

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Oh, hello there! I'm Lainey!

The Master's head was starting to spin. He'd hopped so many timelines in the past few weeks that he genuinely was beginning to lose track of - basically everything. How long it had been, where he was, when he was, how many he'd been to.

It seemed, somehow, that he inevitably encountered the Doctor in each timeline, and he wasn't sure if he should blame his ship or the universe, so he decided to blame both. When you have the option to do twice the complaining you usually would, you take it. He was still complaining when the Doctor walked by, alternately to the sky and to the door.