sebastienne

Hello! I'm Russell T Davies.

sebastienne: So, Russell, what happened? I'm sure you've heard the whogasms - where did all this fanservice come from?

Russel T Davies: Well,

sebastienne, it all began when I was sitting in Popstarz [18(15)-25 London gay club night] with a couple of young lads I'd just met that evening...

~~~ Flashback ~~~

*RTD returns with pricey drinks for all*
Tarquin: So you're a.. "writer", Mister Davies?
RTD: Why yes, my dear.
Dorian: Honestly, I had no idea that it paid so well.
RTD: *patting him on the thigh* Darling, you have no idea.
Tarquin: What sort of things do you write?
RTD: Oh, this and that.. have you heard of Torchwood?
Dorian: Speak up - what - wood? That sounds good..
RTD: or Doctor Who?
Tarquin: Doctors & nurses? The kinky stuff! I guess there must be more money in that..
RTD: *high-pitched nervous laugh*
Dorian: I like a man in uniform myself.
Tarquin: Ooh yes, army boys - you haven't written anything like that have you, Mister Davies?
RTD: Actually, yes! *mental note to bring Captain Jack back*
Dorian: Though I must say I am partial to a bit of BDSM myself - Master & servant, stuff like that..
RTD: Darling, you've just given me the most fabulous idea!

~~~ End Flashback ~~~

sebastienne: and then what happened?
RTD: Well, I was just about to ask the boys what they thought of my bisexual sledgehammer when the acid kicked in...

~~~ Flashback ~~~

Music - Here come the drums here come the drums
RTD's acid-induced stream of consciousness, echoing around his head: Captain Jack - The Master - but all the Time Lords are dead..

Music: You're like voodoo baby
Your kisses are cold
Feel your poison running through me
Let me never grow old

RTD's acid-induced stream of consciousness: Cold kisses - Time Lords - if the Master survived why not all of them?

Music: You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child

RTD's acid-induced stream of consciousness: Time Lord children wouldn't have fought in the Time War; I must be able to retcon them back in somehow..

Music: Why don't you tell me my future?
Why don't I sell you my soul?

RTD's acid-induced stream of consciousness: Of course! To save themselves the Time Lords need to start all over again, a new planet with a Gallifreyan atmosphere.. and the Master can be the one to bring them back! To steal EARTH - pitting the Doctor's love of humankind against the possible return of his whole race, of everyone who understands him, of everyone he KILLED...

But why would the Master be the one to head the invasion? Because they know he's best at that sort of thing? How could they make him do what they want?

Music: Here come the drums here come the drums

RTD's acid-induced stream of consciousness: Ah-ha...

~~~ End Flashback ~~~

sebastienne: Wow, I guess I've been underestimating the power of recreational drugs!
RTD: Yes indeed. Say.. wanna see my bisexual sledgehammer?