Better an honest villain...

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[When the communicator turns on, it shows undoubtedly Rassilon's room -- an old Gallifreyan study -- and a little boy who, as some may recognize, is Rassilon. A very young Rassilon. And slightly confused looking one.]

Uncle? Are you sure this is the right room? [He waves the camera around to show the room off some more.] Someone's already living here, I think.

{{OOC: Rassilon thinks he just fell asleep on the way to his uncle and the servants carried him to his room. He's likely to freak out a bit if he finds out what's going on, but he's a bit older than last time so he'll not be quite as scared.}}

[Private to Omega]

That's the second time we were in love despite being so different, isn't it? [He sounds like there may be something more he considers saying. But he doesn't.]

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I wonder... Is there anyone else here who could be of interest to me? I am Rassil Onasti Prydonius. And yes, I do look rather different from what you may know of me, but I can assure you, it is me. [He doubts that those who know him only as the small one with the dark wavy hair wouldn't be just as confused at his voice. That is quite different as well, after all.]

Should any Time Lord -- not from the Barge -- come upon this, I am Lord High President Rassilon and you are more than welcome to contact me.

Also, I do think we should add more Gallifreyan food to the meals. Or pasta. And not just for this Thanksgiving. What would you say to lasagne once a week?

[FriendsAssociates Filtered to Omega, Seven and Atia]

How are you doing?

We should search for the real Admiral. If he's still on board he might be able to tell us how to deal with his former employees. [Edit] Miss Ariadne and I thought that searching level by level might be effective and Captain Angua has already started. Anyone who would like to join is welcome to, but if you just want revenge for anything the Admiral may or may not have done to you... I assure you, I shall no tolerate it.

Also, a detailed plan of the Barge's layout or something carrying the Admiral's smell might be useful.

[Private to the seventh Doctor]

Are you all right?

[As Rassilon awakens he feels a strange mix of being well rested and yet tired -- most certainly, he must have slept a while, but his body aches as if he hadn't at all. Or perhaps too long? He rarely does so, sleeping until he is tired again, but perhaps today is one of these rare occasions.

The next thing he notices is that he's thirsty, and maybe a bit hungry. He's not sure about the latter, but it's probably the case. It usually is.

The third thing is the decided lack of Omega lying next to him; his lover must have already stood up. And if he's near, perhaps he could bring him something to drink.]

Omega?

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{{OOC: I may be slow due to school (dog is healthy again, though \o/) during the next week, and you can assume Rassilon is keeping this more frequently and better updated than I'll be able to. Also, I think I my cold might get worse, so yeah :|}}

[When the camera clicks on, Rassilon is on the main deck, leaning against the railing. Instead of showing himself, he's got the camera pointed at a dead leaf, then swerves it around to show off the rest of the main deck, in all it's rusty glory.] Would I be correct in assuming that this is not a normal occurrence?

[He chuckles.] Or is it just the Admiral redecorating? He must have outdone himself. [He hears a whisper and turns into the direction he thinks it came from. Nothing.] I'm not sure I care much for the atmosphere, though. It could be serene, but there is something about it I just don't like.

[He pushes away from the railing, goes to leave the deck and for the first time shows his face, an amused smirk on his lips.] I must also inform you that I am, once again, wardenless. So there's no point in running to that human should something be the matter. [He sounds triumphant.]

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{{OOC: Name change! After forgetting it for the past few months. It should be connected to the old journal. I think.}}

[Rassilon looks... displeased.] If you need something from me, do ask me. I have no intention to listen to this... Stildyne. Better yet, don't ask, unless it might be of interest. And if you have any complaints... I'm not interested either way.

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