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[championoftime]

[Public | Audio]

I humbly request that no one enter the CES from 8:00 to 8:30 pm standard Barge time. I'll be [destroying things] conducting experiments. If anyone has plans I can adjust my schedule to accommodate. [Pleasant pleasant.]

[Filtered to Tim, Dick, Rex, Narvin, Brax, Frances, and Four | Audio]

[This part is accidentally video, it was supposed to be audio. His room is wrecked around the nice blue box. His hands are shaking. He's so angry. He's so mad he's pretty sure he can taste colors. He's that mad.]

Talk me out of it. Talk me out of it, right now. [He pulls in a tight breath around his teeth.] I need... a voice of reason... at the moment. My worst nature is about to get the better of me and I know that it is.

So. Talk me out if it before I do something I regret because I'm having a wretched time of managing it on my own! [All of the furious "R" rolling.]

[Private to Dallas | Audio]

[As cool and collected as he can manage.] I would like you to come to the CES with me.

[Private to Stildyne]

There's something you ought to be made aware of, in regards of your new inmate.

Comments

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

What happened?

[Private]

[championoftime]

Rassilon is under the impression that he's going to get a ticket to ride. Graduation need not be necessary, and this ship not break him because Omega will rescue him from it's confines. No change required, and that he's only waiting to discover a way to salvage Gallifrey.

He claims Omega has assured him of this. I'm attempting to calm down so that I might approach the situation.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

What? Why would he tell him something like that?

[WAIT WAIT not the reaction you need to hear. :|]

What do you need me to do?

[Filter]

[get-thebook.livejournal.com]

You sound as though you could use either a cup of tea or a glass of bourbon, Doctor.

[Filter]

[championoftime]

How many bottles of it do you have?

[Filter]

[get-thebook.livejournal.com]

Enough. Come to my cabin.

[Filter]

[timesbureaucrat]

[The last time Narvin saw the Doctor anything *near* like this, they were destroying snow Daleks. He wonders what the hell just happened.]

It would help if I knew what I'm supposed to be talking you out of. [Not very sympathetic-sounding, but then Narvin's not usually good at sympathy. But he does sound calm and reasonable and maybe that'll be enough to help at least a little bit.]

[Filter] ARGH RIGHT LINK IS GO

[championoftime]

[He shoves a bit of conversation at Narvin. Just a small bit.]

Don't count on Rassilon ever improving any time soon. This ship will never break him, after all. [Venom. Slimey, angry, talk-people-into-destroying-their-planets venom. Cosmos he could use a snow Dalek to destroy right now. Hence CES time.]

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[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. D:]

I suppose that saying 'take a deep breath' won't help matters? Just what happened?

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[championoftime]

Rassilon happened. [D: is right!]

He's utterly convinced Omega will take him from the ship without need of graduation. Even if it is or isn't true, Rose never had much of a chance of getting anywhere with him. The impression is firmly fixed in his mind. [The saddest part is despite being angry he wishes that he had more "f"s for that.]

[Private]

[peektuttut]

[D:] What happened?

[Private]

[championoftime]

Rassilon is under the impression that, whether or not he graduates, Omega will help him leave the boat. He insists that he's been assured of it.

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[requiresssacrifice]

Talk you out of what?

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[championoftime]

You must promise me you won't breathe a word of this to anyone else. Please. I need to be able to trust that someone won't go brandishing it, but believe it or not I need the shoulder to lean on.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the warning, Doctor.

Audio

[failed-bluff.livejournal.com]

[Let's say this is prior to Dallas discovering Johnny has left to avoid the reaction at this point in time.]

Sure, Doc. [Pause.] Why?

Audio

[championoftime]

I've had a bad day.

So I want to build things, and then blow them up.

You can help me with the latter if you help me with the former. And vice versa.

Private

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

He's already threatened to have me murdered over his business twice.

[Not that Stildyne sounds upset about this, only curious.]

So. This worth my certain death?

[Said lightly because if he lets the Lord High President an inch under his skin it's going to lead to at least one of them dead.]

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[championoftime]

I know. He's told me. And consider yourself, because the man somehow found the capacity to put the entire universe at risk in an unquestionable gesture of post traumatic madness. ...But for some inexplicable reason I still find myself concerned for the man. I don't believe I could explain it.

[Sigh.]

I noted a closeness that he had with another warden. His former closest friend, Omega. The man is currently wardening my brother. At the time that I noticed, I encouraged him to declare his feelings to him. I don't know if it assisted in any way, but they did come to be together, and he makes no small secret of it.

The issue is, he seems to be under the impression that Omega will take him away from the ship even if he doesn't graduate. Admittedly, Rassilon may be reading far too much into what would otherwise be minor promises of dedication. Yet, he's thoroughly convinced that he needn't cooperate with anyone because he'll be taken.

You may at some point need to speak with Omega, and define lines of where romantic involvement and interference with Rassilon's recovery lie. Right now, he sees it as him being "broken" rather than being assisted.

[Private]

[collector]

[A frown twists Braxiatel's mouth.] If you keep up at this pace, you're going to make your tongue fall out.

[How to defuse an atomic bomb: crack jokes.]

[Private]

[championoftime]

[Just the pissiest face before he pokes his tongue out. THERE. See! It's still attached.]

I'm really very quite upset about something Rassilon said. Perhaps I oughtn't get you involved any further, but you do usually make me feel better.

[Private]

[toldastory]

Are you alright, Doctor?

[Private]

[championoftime]

[And later, when his tiny ball of rage has subsided back to it's tea loving self.]

Better. Much better. [Sigh.]

Would you- Would you ever promise an inmate that you would get them off the ship? Would you allow them to believe it? After all that's happened?

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

What manner of experiments?

[championoftime]

Explosive ones.