There's a trick with a knife I'm learning to do.

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It was yet another sunny morning. On the lake's grassy bank near Frontierland, Una Persson lay stretched out on her stomach on a beach towel, wearing a blue maillot and reading a pristine first edition of Du côté de chez Swann that she'd borrowed from the Doctor. A blue silk caftan lay neatly folded nearby. As she read, she ate an apple, cutting slices off with her clasp knife, and reflected that unnerving though the park's absence of insect life was, it was pleasant to not have to worry about ants for once.

She'd always wanted to read À la recherche du temps perdu, but she'd never had the time. Now, having nothing but Time of a sort and the TARDIS library at her disposal, she reckoned she should take the opportunity. But between the oddly soothing quality of Proust's prose and the soporific warmth of the day, Una soon found her eyelids growing heavy. She took off her sunglasses and put her head down, thinking to rest for just a moment. Soon she was dozing like a cat in the sun, the breeze occasionally ruffling her hair and the pages of the open book, a half-eaten apple and the open clasp knife near her elbow.

((Some small number of days after Una's latest confab with Starbuck. Closed to Una and the Master; of course, as long as they're outside, passersby who might conceivably be in the area could easily catch sight of them, but it's probably best not to interfere.  ^_^))

((ETA: *facepalm* Do I really have to say anything, warning-wise? We should know better than to leave them around sharp objects...))

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"Well then, she doesn't like either of us," the Master said with an uninterested air. "Why, what did you do to her?"

Sometimes he forgets that the Doctor might not immediately tell her things like that. After all, he had mentioned Miss Pollard saying something about the fellow trying to lie low. Whatever that was supposed to mean. "Yes, him. You were chatting with him at one point, I believe. Don't suppose you noticed the top of the cane either?"

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"Not a thing," Una said. "I've nothing against her myself; I think it's just one of those moments of negative chemistry—the opposite of liking someone immediately on sight." She shrugged, though she was a little aggrieved at the situation. "What's she got against you, then? Apart from daring her to put ice cubes down her shirt." There might have been just the faintest hint of suspicion in her tone.

"Rather flash, the cane. I didn't get a close look at it, as he was leaning on it at the time, but it looked like some sort of snake head or other." She smirked. "Don't tell me he's some sort of snake deity or something."

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The suspicion tickled him. "Honestly? Practically nothing. Unless she really was that put off by my calling in to one or two radio shows and requesting songs of a less than cheerful nature. Which is what brings me back to the talking problem. I think she was forewarned. And I was ever so polite to her...."

His nose crinkled at the mention of a snake deity. "Nothing quite like the Mara as such. No, the snake is holding an apple in its mouth. Different sort of mythology."

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"Oh yes, some fine musical selections there." Very dry, that statement. "Forewarned by whom, I wonder? Wasn't me, anyway, in case you're wondering."

It didn't take her long to put together the hints about Crowley. "Oh, you've got to be—" She paused, then snorted, amused. "Well, if we can have goddesses and Antichrists and fictional characters walking about here, I suppose the Serpent in the Garden is hardly that unusual. God, you can get used to anything around here."

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Which unfortunately brought him to, "It might have been the T-rex, for all I'm certain." Was he really going to go there?

He would probably have to, in light of the rest. "Yes, I suppose you can. Of course, he can't be a very good demon if he's going around helping his human friends and doing little more than annoy people by hoarding alcohol."

I dunno, I was expecting him to be more… well, more like you, honestly. The more he thought about it, the more the Doctor made sense.

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At this point, the comment about the T-Rex simply read to Una as a kind of hell if I know statement. "She's friends with that man John Crichton, and he's friendly with the Doctor." A sly look. "Can't say I entirely blame Crichton if he felt like he had to say something. For all I know he's bearing tales against me too."

As to Crowley: "He's certainly one of the most mild-mannered demons I've ever met. Although ..." She chuckled. "I wonder if his plan to go driving around the park with bikini-clad women in the back of his car is a shot at tempting or arousing envy in others." She shook her head, amused. "And to think I almost volunteered."

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He frowned. "The one with the neural clone in his head? Not that surprising, then. Though why anyone would be bearing tales against you begs my curiosity." A sideways glance. "I should probably say that the T-rex might have literally done it."

He raised his eyebrows in feigned disbelief. "Oh, and you're meaning to say you'd prefer not to tempt and arouse people? Why am I finding that hard to believe?"

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"Well, you never know what sort of fallout might come from a deal with the devil. Or any demon." It was mostly a joke. She pretended to study her fingernails and ran her hand slowly through her hair. "Anyway, already did the tempt-and-arouse thing, darling. Don't tell me you've forgotten the tabloid."

Her brain reeled back and latched onto the comment about the T-Rex. "Why on earth would you think the dinosaur might have said something?" The question by itself was so absurd that she started to laugh.

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"It might be fun trying to get out of it, though." He watched a little distractedly as her hand went through her hair. "I see. Once is a charm, twice is a bore."

His lips pressed together for a moment, and suddenly he was flipping the knife again. "Ah, I forgot to mention the latest in a long series of revelations. Probably suffered a bit of memory damage from being pummeled." Which was far from the truth, but who could count at this point? "We had a talk a while back. With the Rani. Seem he knows a bit more about us than he should. A particular sort of knowing that suggested we were well-known villains to him."

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"Not always. But in this case, perhaps so. People here are so easily shocked, don't you think? Not to mention that I think now, a certain amount of outrageous behaviour is expected from me."

Her mouth twitched at the memory damage comment, although she didn't dare laugh. She was silent for a moment, then said, "Judging from the look on your face, your choice of words, and some of the other things we've been talking about, I'm going to hazard a guess and say the dinosaur's knowledge of you has nothing to do with him coming from your native universe and knowing you by reputation."

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"They are easily shocked," he agreed, but of course, that wasn't really surprising coming from him. "Still I hardly think one little picture could so destroy your reputation."

Another slice off the apple, this time drawing the knife back hard enough that it looks as though he might break skin. "I'm inclined to guess that if there had been any talking dinosaurs in my universe, one of us would have noticed. So no."

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"Such as it is," she murmured, and shrugged, amused and not particularly serious.

As to the dinosaur, what it might have known, and the implications thereof ... She considered this for a moment and said, "You know, I told Catherine once that we're all characters in a bad novel and ought to at least work to have some share in the writing thereof. I was speaking metaphorically. Well. I thought I was, anyway."

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"We came to the unsteady conclusion that we had to be a television serial," he said with dry humour. "Sighting regeneration as one of the reasons why; could change the actor forever. He didn't like the idea of being the central hero so much." Which the Master still couldn't quite figure out. In times past it would have played to his ego so well.