#masxcr

she has absolutely no idea what she’s doing

     ––––––  ❝ no, bossy, i am not getting up –– there is no point. ❞ idris heaved a big sigh, moving dark brown pearls up to the starry night sky. the universe. well - as far as she could see through the branches of the big never-ending woods they were lost in.  ❝ my thief isn’t here.... we’ve been walking for hours and not to mention i very much dislike you. ❞ but at least she didn’t hate her. not any longer.

I can’t stop imagining the master with a pillow on his head now what have you done

They can see the headlines now. Their mugshot too, if they’re lucky.

PRISONER 012 ATTEMPTS PRISON ESCAPE

HIGH RISK PRISONER ATTACKS GUARD AND TRIES TO BREAK OUT

PRISONER MOVED TO SOLITARY CONFINEMENT AFTER ESCAPE ATTEMPT

The Doctor might have to suffer the consequences now, but of course, they have succeeded at their plan B. Plan A was to escape. The first stages went perfectly, allowing them to overpower one of the guards. They got no further than the floor the exits are on before being temporarily disabled with blows to their legs from the electric devices the guards carry.

They should really have expected the quick takedown. They’re a high risk prisoner, and the guards are trained to deal with them harshly. 

They sigh, glancing down at their legs. They suppose they’ll probably be in solitary confinement until they’ve healed. A week at least. Two at most. Not bad, considering. Of course, the real punishment will come when they come out of solitary, because the the guards are free to take hits at them as they please.

But their plan B; now that, from their end, appears successful. They caused a scene. Not just a small scene, but a big one, and they know that because the message of their escape began to blare over the speakers almost as soon as they made a run for it. If something is urgent enough to be put over the speakers, it’s a big deal. News of their attempted escape will soon reach the press, and from there, their message is out. It’s a very slim chance that said message will be seen by anyone who knows them well enough to investigate, but it’s better than the nonexistent chance they had before.

The Doctor laughs maniacally, leaning back against the wall of their cell. One in a billion, they’d give their chances. But one is all they need.

Was he serious? Of course he was serious. It was his HAIR they were talking about.

The Doctor gaped at the Master for a moment, his eyebrows drawing together and his lips parting as though he were on the verge of another patented rambling, even going so far as to draw in a breath in preparation for his Everlasting Gob. Somehow, blessedly, he paused before the sarcastic locution was able to be formed and thought better of the comment he was about to make. He'd sooner give up his remaining regenerations than admit with any sense of confirmation how long it actually took him to get his hair just so, especially to the likes of someone who he knew- he knew -would use it against him in the future.

He didn't particularly fancy being ridiculed for his grooming habits.

At the mention of a 'date', however, the Doctor's expression transformed into a smirk and he decided, against his own better judgement- though still better than admitting his vanity was the cause of his little outburst - to have a bit of fun of his own.