entrancelogs | Are you as clever as you say you are?

As it had done with Saffron's more explicit visit, the door responded to the knocking and slid to the right before hiding into place in the door frame, granting the young blond girl the ability to pass through. The room opened to her, revealing an Asian-fusion decòr that made the room glow brilliantly.

Harold came around the corner of the closet, holding a toolbox. He was wearing his white dress shirt and dynamic black tie with suit pants. He placed the toolbox on a well-lit and fashionable workbench before noting Rose's entrance. "Welcome, Rose. I was just getting these ready for the work ahead of me." He turned to her, bright smile flashing. "Something to drink? I have some champagne if you would fancy it."

The blonde quickly stepped inside to take in the room’s furnishings getting even more impressed by the second. He certainly had tastes. Or maybe the room had come like that? All wandering thoughts stopped however when she heard his voice and looked over at him noting the toolbox in his possession and his attire. Sort of suited him, well except for the toolbox. "Thanks," she said giving the man a small smile, walking even further inside.

"Um, sure I’d love some champagne." She reached into her pocket to pull out the circular device for a moment. Hopefully it’d be working soon. "So how are you finding the mansion so far?"

After placing the toolbox, he walked to Rose in a confident stride, raised her right hand, and gave it a small peck. He looked to her afterward, bearing a small grin, and began to pour the champagne for them. He finished pouring, then rolled up his sleeves before handing off the flute glass to Rose. He held it up for a small toast. "To friends working together!" he proudly boasted, leaving his darker plans completely hidden by all means and measures.

Rose met his eyes for a moment and smiled when he kissed her hand. Quite the charmer alright. Taking the glass, the blonde clinked her glass against his. "Here's to that!" she said with a grin. "And to getting back home. One without zeppelins." And with that she took a sip finding the champagne to be lovely.

The Master both enjoyed and dreaded seeing the happiness in Rose Tyler's eyes. The way they were presented almost invited him to make himself happy at her expense, but the means of this pleasure would be between betraying his values in fighting against The Doctor or repressing his inner desires for conquest.

Harold looked to her after sipping at the champagne and considered her words. Home...

"Where is home for you, Miss Tyler? I understand there's no place like it, but I think I enjoy my new digs here. I think that you do, too. But, when I design things, they tend to leave a lasting impression." He began eyeing the circular disc. "Is that your ticket back to Kansas, Dorothy? I was thinking you were enjoying Oz enough to stay."

She gave a bit of a laugh at his last statement before taking another sip of her drink. It was funny how she never really saw herself that way but in a way he was right. "Sort of. Well it takes me places but never really home." Though she had to admit that she was liking it so far in the mansion. It was certainly interesting. There was still so much to learn.

"Home's a bit..." Her voice trailed off for a moment and she glanced down. It really wasn't hard to answer. "Suppose it depends on what you mean by home exactly. But home's in, and you're probably gonna think me mad, but home's in a ship for me. A small wooden police box," she managed fully expecting him to laugh at that as she met his gaze.

The Master's eye took a slight shimmer when he heard mention of the small wooden police box. The Doctor's TARDIS...my tool for dominion for a time. It was so sweet possessing that kind of power. He had made this realization while turned away from Rose, setting out his tools for the work on the teleport disc.

"I know how you feel. Usually, wherever I lay my head is home. However, I have feeling we'll both be stuck here for as long as this Queen decided. I personally think of queens the way they are on Earth: stern but justified, and sometimes without personality, but they have a sense of humor, too. I just wish I knew how it would be feel to possess that kind of power, you know? Then again, it's hard to rule from a TARDIS."

The Master's eyes spread wide with his mouth agape when he accidentally mentioned the name of the Time Lord vessel without letting Rose say it first. He could only wonder what Rose was thinking, knowing the name for a machine only a privileged few could even understand. He stood still, letting the silence of anxiety fill the room with tension.

Rose took another gulp of the champagne wondering if what she had learned about that Queen was even true. The others seemed to be scared of her. But then she heard his mention of the TARDIS and looked somewhat surprised as she almost choked on her drink. Did he know the Doctor then? Or maybe Saffron had told him, then again she couldn’t really remember if she had given the name of the ship.

Setting the almost empty glass down on the table, the blonde turned back to him. "You know him then? The Doctor?" She stared at him with a somewhat hopeful expression not really knowing his history with the Time Lord, dismissing his ruling remark for the moment. "And you’ve been inside the ship?" She wanted to go on with even more questions but refrained hoping to get those answers.

Harold Saxon, standing befuddled by his slip of the tongue, turned to Rose to see her anxiety peaking as she asked questions about the TARDIS and The Doctor. He looked into the blonde's tremendous eyes welling with teary hope. He almost felt sorry for the girl, thinking she was about to meet with an ally when she was really meeting her worst nightmare. Still, he could see why The Doctor wanted such a curious and strong-headed companion, with plenty of looks to spare. Harold was already working the angle with Saffron, but he was never a fan of monogamy (at least, after what happened with his previous wife shooting him and all). This Rose Tyler would make a valuable addition to his team in taking down the Queen. Wait...oh, Master, you are VERY good. You might deserve a bag of jelly babies after you're done with this trick.

"TARDIS...TARDIS..." The Master then gripped the edge of the workbench in front of him, his hand drawn to his head. "Ah...it's coming back...Time...Relative...Doctor in Space? It's getting harder to remember it. Why is it so hard to remember when I have one?"

Rose's eyes grew even wider as he went on. She almost couldn't believe it but maybe her luck was changing for the better with him. Had she just heard right? He had a...But that couldn't really be could it? Thought after thought started to scramble through her head at who he could really be.

"Oh shut up. You have a TARDIS?" she said slowly approaching him. "But you can't have a TARDIS." Unless...No... And then she stopped, her expression falling for a moment. Had he changed? "You can't have a TARDIS," she said again more for her own benefit since she didn't want to think of the other option for now though clearly it was reflected in her eyes.

But he was so brilliant and the way he went on, she started to think. It really reminded her of him. "...Doctor?"

The Master knew he had her pinned, all he had to do was continue "Time Lord talk" and sooner or later she would have to fall into faith.

He pretended to snap into cognizance and snapped his fingers excitedly. "RELATIVE DIMENSION IN SPACE! I got the TA, just not the RDIS. Boy, that's a strange name, isn't it? Of course, it's always such fun when it's bigger on the inside. Everyone looks in and says the exact same thing. 'OOOH, LOOK AT THIS! SO MUCH ROOM!' Then I just say, 'Yes, yes, I hear it all the time.' And then off to the universe and the only thing they're impressed by is the amount of headroom in a box." He found himself ranting like his enemy, perhaps because of his goal, but it clearly worked when Rose could only ask.

To the question, he could only raise his hands, lower his head, and smile. He waited for her reaction as his smile was that of a benevolent persuasion, instead of the actor that lay beneath it.

Rose found herself frozen in place. The more she listened, the more she was convinced that it was him. But what had happened? And that smile. It had to be right? It was always something she feared finding him different.

"You changed again," she said softly taking a few more steps forward. And didn't remember her. Unless of course this was an earlier version of him but then she didn't really know yet. "Remember...the--" She stopped herself not even wanting to think about that bloody beach now. Instead the blonde finally reached him to wrap her arms around him in an embrace.

"I've missed you so much," she managed even if he didn't remember her.

Harold stepped forward as Rose found it difficult to piece everything together in her mind. She filled in the blanks of him being in a different form than she was used to. Of course, he was someone completely different, but he wasn't about to refute her claims. "Change is natural for a Time Lord. I know it far too well," he said in a deep, comforting tone.

He was astounded by the sudden embrace, finally wrapping his arms around her as well. One hand pressed her further into his chest, making sure she would notice the twin heartbeat of the Time Lord. "I know, Rose. I know."

It wasn't fair, she thought as her emotions were all over the place inwardly. She was almost on the verge of tears but then she felt his arms go around her. Her hand going to one heart and then the other. She never doubted him but it hurt still.

"What happened?" she said softly her voice almost breaking as she clutched at his shirt looking up at his face searching his eyes. It was him. "Was someone with you? I--I..." Her hand trailed up to cup the side of his face. How she had missed him.

The Master witnessed the range of emotion put on by Rose Tyler and thought it the performance of the century. This was even after him seeing so many films and performances around galaxies and timelines. The only thing that beat out Miss Tyler's crying mess was his own solidarity in his role as his worst enemy. When it came to his friends and foes, The Master kept his enemies closer and benefited from it.

He saw the frantic eyes of Rose as she kept asking questions about his last regeneration. He slowly and gently grasped the hand that Rose put to his face and closed it over his. "Does that really matter now...when you're here...with me?" Harold...you are a mad genius.

Rose closed her eyes for a moment letting his words sink in, really believing it, feeling his fingers lace against her own. So familiar. So then he still...She drew in a breath and opened her eyes to really look at him. Different man but she still loved him all the same. And now she didn't really want to leave.

"No, I suppose it doesn't." She was completely under his spell. So then you still want me?"

Harold smirked with confidence as he saw Rose's comfort rise with more time spent with him. He could tell her thoughts on the disc and reaching home were well in the back of her mind. He was almost touched by the amount of attachment this Rose character had with The Doctor, but then again, he also thought it to be a type of obsessiveness that only he could beat out. Still, he wasn't about to turn away a beautiful young girl.

"Still want you?" Saxon questioned. "What would change the fact?"

"Well I just thought cause you changed that..." Her voice trailed off and she started to feel a bit silly. It felt like the first regeneration that she had witnessed only now it was slightly different. "Well I guess it's silly," she admitted as her eyes never left his face. "You still look good though." A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips but then soon faded at the thought of things back in that other world.

"But we've really got to find a way back, Doctor. It's getting worse back in that parallel universe."

The Master carefully sorted through her words and her coy nature to see exactly what it would take to reinforce the trust already planted between them. He smirked quite a bit, leading into a full smile with the compliment about his looks. "Of course...what would you expect?" he laughed. He thought that the deal had been sealed with his charm, but when Rose brought up the other universe, he had to reformulate his plan.

Suddenly, it came to him. "Rose..." he said with his hands now resting on her shoulders. "Rose Tyler. Your parallel universe, it definitely needs us both. But don't you think that there's still work to be done here? I'm sure in our adventures, the sidesteps, the misadventures, they were all part of something bigger. I know you want to go back to all that you left in your home, but for now, we have to see this as our latest opportunity. Rose, this is our new beginning. As painful as it is to leave everything behind, and believe me, I would know, we'll overcome it...together."

Harold could feel his stomach turn a little with the melo-dramatic speech he just gave, but it fortunately gave no indication on his face or out loud.

"I don't know. Maybe a bit ginger?" she teased with a grin knowing she could get used to this version of him. At least he still dressed snappy somewhat. "I bet you were still holding out for that, yeah?"

But then she frowned again. The situation at home was bad but she didn't plan on staying there long. How could he even think that? But then she remembered his memory was slightly failing. "I'm not going back," she replied looking at him with a rather soft expression. She could get used to this version of him. "Promised you forever once." A beginning. Together. Oh she could get used to that. "And I'm not intending on breaking that promise if I can help it."

Ginger? Harold thought to himself. What is The Doctor thinking?

"Ginger...Rose, I think I was joking with you. I think there are a few things I could get used to...but ginger. Wow," he exclaimed, making it sound like it was inside joke between the both of them.

After knowing that his disguise was starting to wear at places considering Rose's "home," The Master keenly thought to sit down and place his head in his hands. "This place...it's strange. It makes me feel so unusual...but it makes me feel good, too. I guess because I'm in good company, right?" Saxon smiled and placed Rose's hand on his shoulder and tapped it. "Your promise can be kept, Rose. I just don't want to rush into getting you back home if I can. It just seems so right to be getting to know you again, even with this daft memory of mine."

Rose couldn’t help but laugh. "Could’ve fooled me," she teased. Then again he was good at fooling her at times. "Maybe it changes with the regeneration," she mused not really knowing.

Her expression softened a bit. She certainly wasn’t going to leave him or go back. "Then we’ll just stay here. Just us." She wondered what he still liked or didn’t feeling the tap and going along with it, as her fingers drummed on his shoulder and she sat down next to him. "Not gonna leave you," she promised giving him another tiny smile as she met his eyes feeling completely relaxed, reaching out for his hand. "I could help you remember."

Harold laughed with her. "If it does, I hope my next form doesn't want me to have flaming red hair. It just might happen if I'm not careful. Plus, I like the way I look. I think you do, too." He proudly straightened the collar of his jacket and readjusted his tie.

He stood back up, noticing the inadvertent attempt at syncing the drums that played more quietly in his head when Rose was around. Rose responding with the rhythm made his job of corralling her into his favor much, much easier. When he turned, holding on to her hand as though he were performing a swing dance routine, he brought her in with a small tug of the hand. "Help me as much as you want. I could always use more of your brand of help."

"Maybe just a bit," she admitted glancing down for a moment feeling bashful though she knew that she shouldn’t not with him. Still she did miss his former form with the hair. The really great hair. "Just gonna take some getting used to again. For the both of us."

Her fingers halted and the blonde got to her feet pressing against him just a bit as her hand gripped his shoulder. "I plan on it," she responded feeling her heart beat a little bit faster. He was different, new and yet she found herself completely drawn to him again as her lips lightly pressed against his. Something she had always wanted to do in his previous regeneration. But then she pulled back slightly and laughed. "Sorry, champagne." Though really she wasn’t.

The Master slid his hands across her back to bring her closer in another embrace. "I can get used to this."

The kiss he shared with Rose Tyler, the second since joining the community in the Mansion, was almost as sweet as the first, but had its own unique qualities. The first was intense and only meant to satisfy his own urges. The second, though, was sweeter and more sensual than untamed. However, the kiss broke away a little sooner than he had wanted. Upon hearing her response, Saxon shook his head a little while smiling. "No no no..."

He kissed her again, pressing his lips against hers with only a bit more pressure than she had pressed against his. "Champagne doesn't feel that good."

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