Push to Shove (Chapter 36):
:3 Yuppers! The ideal Master would be a mix of a lot of actors, but mostly Benny and John Hamm (Don Draper from Med Men), but out of everyone, Benny would be the most he's like. Except the voice, probably. I imagine him with a more high-strung, David Tennant voice, actually...ACTUALLY, the more I think of it, John Hamm is a pretty good rival to Benny on who'd be a better Master!
Guest (Chapter 36):
Calm down, Moriarty. Calm Down.
Chapter Thirty Seven- A Bittersweet Goodbye & A Hefty Hangover
Waking up on hard concrete was the first sign something was wrong for The Master. He opened his eyes, adjusting to the rising sun. He propped himself up on his arms, realizing he was covered in glitter and sweat. Because he was so sweaty, almost every visible inch of his body was now somewhat coated in the glittery substance. He sat up, realizing the whole crowd had also passed out throughout the night. He instantly calculated that there must be a certain dosage limit of the purified air spray bottles, and that there must have been enough going that last night to cause everyone to overdose and pass out. He got up, walking awkwardly through the unconscious crowd, taking long strides foot-by-foot, stepping over human arms, tentacles, furry tails, scaly wings, and every other type of appendage imaginable.
He finally got to the stairs that led down to the beach, sitting down on them, only to see a blue box in the distance, with a female figure, a male figure, a small and giant dog figure silhouetted in the bright morning sunrise. He quickly realized he hadn't seen Jessie back the way he came. He broke into a run, more eager to see who the man was, rather than fearing for her safety. By the way they stood, and the way the large canine figure chased Data around, they appeared to be good friends. He finally got there after a few minutes, and was panting.
"Oh, hey Master! We've been looking for you!" said Jessie casually, gesturing to the man. "Troyan, this is The Master. Master, this is Troyan. He's part of the LARPer group I told you about." she said. The Master also noticed that she had changed into a pair of jean shorts, and a flowing white and mint green striped tank top that blew int the morning wind. He also noticed how Troyan took a slight step back, and his pupils dilated a tad at the use of his name. It was too small of a messup for Jessie to notice, but for a Timelord, it was in plain sight. The Master smiled, shaking hands with him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Troyan." he said, Troyan taken back by how nice the ex-villain was. "So, yeah.." began Jessie, changing the subject. "What brings you here, anyway."
"When Weebs came back, he looked...different." Troyan began. "Bad different. Being a Arackaine trainer, I know what that means. Sometimes, some Arackaines are untrainable, and will bow to no one and be wild. Other times, they'll be your best friend and obey your every command. But there are a rare few who will train and become the best of the best, and will be the most obedient and the best behaved, and then they'll just...change. At the drop of a hat, they'll go from your best friend, to running off with a complete stranger. They change their mind- they choose their own master." he said sadly, looking up at them sheepishly, his eyes moving to Jessie. "He chose you, Jessie. I-I always knew that he would probably go rogue, but I-I never really planned on this being that day." He said, as Jessie quickly replied. "But, he's yours! You should keep him- I've only known him for a day now, and with Data coming on board now, we might not be able to care for two pets!" she said, actually wanting Mr. Weebles to join them, but wanting Troyan to make the final call.
"He wasn't actually my top dog anyways...I have others that make my attachment to him incomparable. You take him...or he'll be miserable here for a long while." He said, backing away, and turning around to leave, Mr. Weebles not following. "Have a safe trip! Happy travels!"
They yelled goodbye back, but as soon as he was gone, Jessie looked to The Master. "Can we go swimming? I mean- once before we leave? Please?" she asked, her eyes pleading. The Master sighed, smiling as he gave in. "Alright, alright! One last time." And to be perfectly honest- he wanted to anyway.