dramadramaduck | (no subject)

After some weeks, I've finally managed get access to the internet.

~~Thank God, thank God, thank God.~~

I suppose it would be the thing to do to inform you all of my current predicament, if only for the faint possibility that one of you may be able to assist me. I am, at the moment... on an alien planet. I don't know what it's called; as I am unable to speak at the moment, I've found communication to be rather difficult, even ignoring the fact that nobody here seems to speak English. Unsurprisingly. It is, however, a dump. The weather is atrocious; constantly freezing... hailstorms, wind, and the sea... well, the sea is almost beautiful, though I don't doubt I'd be able to appreciate it more were I in a different situation. The sea's frozen. But as if it all happened in a moment, great waves and currents and... everything, suddenly caught still.

But the people! Constantly huddling about, shrouded in ratty capes and fingerless gloves, the place looks like bloody pre-revolutionary Russia. It's desperately bleak. Ridiculous, really.

I've been managing to get by as well as I ever do, but... No, nevermind.

If anybody here cares to horribly and brutally murder the Master, I'm sure you'd find very few objections.

((OOC: So what's happened is- the Master kidnapped Lucy, and after a bit of mockery, slapped a scold's bridle on her, and dumped her on Woman Wept, a dismal little planet on the outer edges of fuck-knows-where. She's been spending several weeks feeling desperately humiliated, but the need for food and shelter eventually becomes enough to overcome her pride- thus, begging in the streets and attempting to communicate through sign language))

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It's... complicated.

Let me refraise the question then. Did you deserve it?

That would depend on your perspective, wouldn't it? I would say not, but clearly Harry thought so.

*shrug* I was merely attempting to ascertain whether I would be aloud to help you. As I know little of your situation I am bound not to interfere.

On the other hand, if half of what Karakael tells me is true, you would be within your rights not only to request from me a 'worldhop', but also request to drop your lover on some god-forsaken rock branded as a rapist and let him deal with it.

I see.

How much has Karakael told you?

Just something about a wrecked castle and a woman in peril. He has a tendency to romanticize things, but that rang true.

A wrecked- ah, yes of course. I almost forgot about that, considering... everything else.

Your offer- it's tempting. Very tempting. But I think, perhaps, for now, it would be best for me not to... go out of my way to injure Harry. Anything that's not permanent, I rather doubt would be worth it. At least in the long run. But thank you.

As you wish. But if there is anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask.