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★ 37 [text || video] Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything

Harry is back and I'm really glad. The flat is too big and the City is too scary when he's not here. When he's here though it's harder to be the Queen of Denial about the whole 'Harry was a demon and evil during the hell curse. I mean...it doesn't mean anything, right? Evil and good...the City probably just drew lottery tickets. You got to be evil. You get to be good and you...you're just crispy critter in a river of boiling blood.

Except...I know I deserved to be where I was and if I deserved to be where I was then maybe Harry did too.

Really, there ought to be an advice column in the City. Dear Abby: I think my boyfriend might be evil. What's a girl to do?

/End Private

I've never been a huge fan of snow. It doesn't snow in Birmingham very often and even then it melts right off. At least I've got an excuse to buy cute new boots and a hat. Possibly one with ear flaps.

Can you ski on the mountain? I've always sort of wanted to tromp around in a ski chalet in boots and those super tight, smexy ski pants.

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I am ready to be instructed. Meet you downstairs?

Alright.

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The Master's winter-wear, unsurprisingly, consists of mostly black. But no leather, for once. He's not ruining that in the snow. The only thing offsetting his swish winter look is the massive fluffy ginger cat that is still somehow managing to balance on his shoulders.

Lucy is wearing a hot pink, puffy coat, black uggs and skinny jeans. She's also got on fuzzy gray mittens. She giggles at Masha on the Master's shoulders.

"Does Masha figure into the snowman making experience?"

The Master turns his head to look at Masha, who makes her weird cat chirrup-y noise.
"She's a Siberian. It's good for her to be out in the winter. Besides, I brought her last year." He grins at Lucy. "Come on!" And then he heads out.

"She doesn't seem to mind." And Lucy trudges after, catching up to hold the Master's hand as they walk.

"She's composed mainly of fur." The Master leads Lucy along, looking for a good space to start rolling up snow because he checked, and it's rollable, naturally. When the atmosphere is a created one it would NATURALLY provide perfect packing snow.

Eventually, he finds a space mostly unmarked by footprints and stops. Masha jumps down from his shoulders. "Here. Will we stick with tradition or be politically correct and build a snowwoman?"

Lucy contemplates that, her lips pursed before she finally says. "Tradition is good. There's not enough of it in the City because they screw everything up here."

"Tradition, then," says the Master, kissing Lucy's cheek and scooping up a handful of snow. He packs it into a ball and then crouches to start rolling it. "Start on another ball," he says. "It's as easy as this, come on."

Lucy watches for a minute, a grin on her face before she crouches down and starts to roll up a snowball alongside the Master.

"Do you do this every year? The snowman making thing?"

"Mm," says the Master. "Possibly. I only remember last year. If I did it the year before, I've forgotten along with everything else. As for when I'm not here, I so rarely live in such a...linear fashion." He stands up to start nudging the snowball along with his feet. "It might as well start being an annual tradition."

"Why did you forget everything else?" Lucy's snowball is a bit lopsided, flopping about as she nudges it with her toes.

"You think they'll let us stay that long?" Her voice is quiet when she asks, clearly thinking to what they both have to go back to.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I found something out. Maybe it was just the deities being irritating as per their usual." He just stops himself from kicking the snowball and undoing his work. "Let." Treading carefully now with his nemesis here. if he can just work him around the idea of escape, properly. Seem harmless enough... Essentially, this will either make it much easier, or twice as hard... "We'll see."

"Let." She stops rolling and more just grounds her toe into the snow. "You left and I don't think you wanted to go home so let is something we sort of have to deal with right now."

In response, the Master gets a little bit sulky and dangerous. "We'll SEE. If I don't WANT to, I shouldn't 'HAVE to' ANYTHING."

Bastard snowball, he'll...show...you? He is suddenly very intent on rolling it.

"We," he says, "are making a snowdeity. Once we make them, we are going to kick it over, and THEN I'm going to go and start piecing together a revolution. You may come if you promise to behave. Alternately, you can go home and drink cocoa or whatever it is you want to do."

Lucy watches carefully, almost warily as the Master. He sounds not unlike her...when she was six...and when she's very frustrated with things. She finally giggles and then nods. "Revolution planning is good."

Time Lords have a sort of problem with maturity. Or, the renegade ones, at least.

"Good," he says. "Come on. We need to finish building this first and then maybe I'll find something interesting for you to shoot it with."

"Lasers please!" she chimes up. She doubletimes the snowball rolling though.

He gives her a fond, 'That's my girl!' sort of smile and continues rolling himself. Once he's finished the base to his satisfaction, instead of starting on the next one, he takes his laser screwdriver and a collection of pieces out of his coat pockets and starts building something. Which is, in fact, a little rudimentary laser sort of thing. He doesn't want to be bothered going and fetching one, and his screwdriver is tuned exclusively to him. Yes, Lucy, he is giving you a laser. Be careful.

Who doesn't like lasers? Really. Lucy finishes the second part of the snowman and places it on top of the base then watches the Master make her laser with a big grin on her face.

It's only meant to be fairly rudimentary, so he's done making it reasonably quickly. He hands it to her carefully. "There you are. Happy Early Christmas. Don't go shooting it until we're finished." Just needs a head, now, and maybe a few other details, but head first. He starts on that.

"No shooting until we're finished," she crosses her heart and starts inspecting her pockets with things they can use for eyes, nose, mouth and other accessories.

The head is a lot faster to make, being smaller, and the Master puts it on top and makes sure that it won't fall off. Then he does a bit of snow packing for arms along the sides. If he was better at sculpture, he'd have a go at making it look a little more realistic to one of the deities, but this is okay. He'll just use his imagination.

Edited 2010-12-29 19:36 (UTC)

When the head goes on the snowman, Lucy uses a hair elastic for an open O of a mouth. Two mismatched earrings serve as eyes. She unwinds her own scarf from her neck and puts it about the snow deity's neck.

"He looks pretty complete. He could do with a nose though."

The Master takes out a satsuma from his pocket (because tis the season? Who cares, he HAS one) and screws it into place as the nose.

"Are you sure about the scarf?" he asks. "We are shooting it. With lasers."

Lucy considers that a moment, head tilting to one side before she reclaims her scarf.

"I like this one." A pause as she looks at their 'completed' snow deity.

"Is it laser time?"

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