fracturedrp | (no subject)

Now that the latest threat to the universe has more or less subsided, Andrew's mind is back on the matter of the meta-meta. He remembers the argument he had with Romana over the meta-meta's lack of a real name, as well as being chastised by an earlier Master for the same reason. The problem, though, is that he's grown so used to calling him "meta-meta" that anything else feels wrong. He's sitting on a bench in the park paging through a book of baby names and muttering to himself. He feels bad about never naming the meta-meta, but when it comes down to it, he's not sure he really wants to. "Meta-meta" could be a name, couldn't it?

The meta-meta, meanwhile, is stalking ducks nearby - Rassilon help him if he actually catches one.