Three things that happen when I get bored during NaNo

[charamei]

#3: Mario Kart Wii

And attendant Nintendo Thumb. Owie.

#2: Worldbuilding (wrong novel)

#1: Time Lords

The Master flat-out refused to get the bus and instead got them a cab, somehow. Judging by the cabbie's glazed expression, the Doctor suspected that hypnotism was probably involved, but on balance, it was probably best if he didn't know.

They passed the cab ride in a silence that would have been unusually amiable, if not for the nervousness, with both of them studiously avoiding glancing up at the dark shape n the sky, and just as carefully not asking the obvious question.

The Master drummed his fingers on the windowsill. The Doctor shuffled his feet and cleared his throat a lot. Their hynotised cabbie paid them no mind, which was a relief in many ways.

Why did primitive vehicles have to be so slow?

The Master snapped first, pointing at a car as it sped past them. "Red."

The Doctor looked down at his seatbelt. "Not red."

"Red." The roof of a MacDonald's at the side of the road.

"Not red." The sky.

"Red." The Doctor's shoes.

"Not red." The grass at the side of the road.

The Master eyed him. "That's the lawn, I hope, and not an arbitrarily-chosen blade of grass so you can name each one individually."

"There's not as much point in pulling that trick when the grass isn't red."

The Master hmphed. "Nothing's red on this planet, is it?"

"Giving up already?"

The glare he got had destroyed civilisations. "No. Red."

The Doctor peered out of the window at the fuel truck as it drove by. "That's orange."

"Is not. Red."

"Is too. Orange, plain as day. Which," he added, "is also orange."

"It reflects red light. Therefore it is red."

"Orange light is not red light."

By the time they pulled up outside the airport, they were no longer talking to one another again.