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doing-90mph-in-central-london:
fuck it. throw david tennant in as the master next. “hey i stole your face. you really liked this one, right? you keep using it.” he’d have fun.
my doctor who story idea party piece was always this:
the Doctor and the Master, in classic orange spacesuits, are both mortally wounded and regenerate together in the TARDIS. They wake up in unfamiliar bodies – the audience doesn’t know who is who, and due to the proximity of their regeneration energy doing some fuckery, neither do they.
The TARDIS console becomes unresponsive and the doors slam shut – they’re locked in a box together and they can’t leave or operate the controls until it’s established who is the Doctor and who is the Master.
Their memories come back slowly and patchily. Is this one remembering defeating the Master? Or are they remembering being defeated? They have flashbacks to childhood on Gallifrey (probably a bad idea but eh) – one of them was always causing trouble in the Academy, the other was always in tow and trying to mitigate the chaos, but who were those children? Who did they grow up to be?
The episode ends with both of them reasonably certain who is who, the Master is tricked in a particularly despicable fashion and is teleported off the ship. The Doctor relaxes and goes to operate the console. It doesn’t respond. More knob twiddling to no avail. Tries the door, it’s still locked. Finally they deliver an enraged kick to the console. A long pause, and the TARDIS very slowly thrums into life. Almost reluctantly.
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