50: You have got to be kidding.

[yourunichase]

No. No. [A clang here, because Parker has thrown the communicator where it bounced against her bed, giving a sideways view of Parker in a now too tight (and torn) suit. When she speaks, it's in an angry, smarmy tone.]

No. No. You have got to be fucking kidding me. After the fucking fear gas, now this. No. Fuck. Anyone but him.

[Parker screams for pretty much the entire sixth level to hear, and then she kicks her bed and is rewarded with a further tearing sound in her suit before she looks and realizes that the communicator is still on.]

God damn it!

[She stalked over to it and looked into it for a second.]

Fuck this place.

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[Voice.]

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

I'm the Doctor. And if you can feel what you're doing, then it's your own self you're hurting.

[Voice.]

[yourunichase]

You turned into a woman?

Fuck. Fucking Jarod.

[Voice.]

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

I have, though it doesn't seem to be nearly as distressing as your situation. I assume Jarod is the fellow you've taken on the appearance of?

[Voice.]

[yourunichase]

Yeah. [Parker's been around for a while, so she kinda gets this.] Imagine if you turned into the god damn Master.

[Only you know kinda not really but yeah it works]

[Voice.]

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

Goodness. I suppose I'm lucky to have been marked as someone I haven't got such an adverse reaction to. Will you be all right?

[Voice.]

[yourunichase]

I'll be fucking fine.

[Voice.]

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

If you're certain. [Worry, worry, worry.]

[Voice.]

[yourunichase]

I am.