Delayed exploration

[traken_master]

Who: The Master, Open
What: Exploring the castle properly
When: A day or so after being released from the Valentine's Day event
Where: Starting with the kitchen
Rating: G-PG

The Master knew the importance of being familiar with his surroundings. Normally, he would do extensive research on any planet that he intended to visit. Before landing, he would know where the safest shelters were, who was currently in power, who was seeking to take power, and who could be either bribed or coerced most easily. The Master always made sure to place his TARDIS somewhere that he could get to easily, for a quick escape.

Now, however, his TARDIS was completely out of reach and the Doctor himself had assured the Master that escape was impossible. No one seemed to be in power and few people seemed willing to change that fact. Bribery and coercion were still useful tools, should he need them, but only once he got to know the residents better. Likewise, his knowledge of the Castle, outside his bedroom, was almost nil! Other than lacking his TARDIS, this lack was the most unacceptable situation and, fortunately, the easiest to fix.

On his arrival, the Master had been told more than once that the kitchen was on the first floor. That seemed a reasonable place to begin his explorations. The Master wasn't particularly hungry, but decided he might as well examine things closely. This was a Castle with deep secrets and the Master intended to dig them out, one by one.

Comments

[cheerupemoborg]

What in the world could a cyborg with no apparent way to actually eat food possibly be doing in the kitchen?

Abusing the microwave. Again.

After the capture and subsequent departure of that creature Riful and most of her little gang, Hank had gone back to doing what he'd done long enough in his opinion: waiting it out and hoping that each day in Paradisa was his last.

Really, it was a testament to his patience that he hadn't flipped out and slaughtered every person he came across yet. Instead, he'd decided to screw around with the kitchen appliances using his technopathic powers. Childish, but entertaining in it's own way nonetheless.

Right now, said microwave was walking around - on legs it seems to have grown right out of itself - making a general mess of things.

[traken_master]

The Master leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen on one arm, staring at the microwave in amusement. He knew microwaves of human design didn't come with legs, so attributed the strange feature to the being standing before him. He chuckled, watching the microwave stumble around.

"That gives portable microwave new meaning. Though, it's not very coordinated."

[cheerupemoborg]

Surprised, Hank's concentration falters and the microwave stumbles into a motionless heap as he turns to face the Master.

"...I thought you sounded familiar. I wasn't expecting to run into you so soon."

He could see why he called himself the Master now. He certainly looked like someone who would call himself that, goatee and all.

[traken_master]

[The Master gave a smug grin.]

Yet, here I am. That was quite an amusing display. You're a man of talent, apparently.

[cheerupemoborg]

[Huffs a little]

That? Talent? More like a... parlor trick, I'd say.

[traken_master]

Ah, but that's merely the application! That ability could be turned to far more practical ends.

[The Master picks the microwave up, examining it closely. He sees nothing out of the ordinary, simply a device made of plastics and metals.]

How did you come by such a talent?

[cheerupemoborg]

Oh believe me, I've put it to good use in the past.

As for where I got... basically I was involved had a nasty incident while on a mission to space.

[traken_master]

"I'm sure you have," the Master conceded, grinning. He laughed at Henshaw's near evasion. "That's vague enough, but no matter. I'll figure out the science behind it, in due time."

[cheerupemoborg]

"Looking to turn yourself into a disembodied jumble of thoughts and memories, eh?"

Here's hoping he had a space shuttle on hand, then.

[romana2]

Romana had been informed that the Master was here. But, seeing him in person, when he should have been quite dead, was still a bit jarring for her. She tried to reign in her composure. Whether he knew it or not, she was still Madame President and he was still a Time Lord and therefore she had some responsibility to him.

Her voice was soft as she spoke, "Lord Master, I heard you were here."

[traken_master]

The Master turned, surprised to find another Time Lord, other than the Doctor, in front of him. He didn't recognize the lady, but still gave a courteous bow.

"Regrettably, dear Lady, you heard correctly. You have the advantage of me, I'm afraid. Who are you?"

[romana2]

The Master didn't recognize her. She knew the Doctor wouldn't tell the Master anything about her, but still it was interesting that no one had informed him of her presence in this place. Still she offers a pleasant enough smile, "Romanadvoratrelundar."

She doesn't mention her title for now. Others had said they mean little here. Though, where the Master is concerned, it would probably be rather helpful. But she needs to know where in his timeline he's from. She's hoping he's from before the trial with the Daleks, "What was your last encounter with the Doctor before ending up here?"

[traken_master]

The Master kept track of who travelled with the Doctor, of everything to do with the Doctor, in fact. He grinned.

"Ah, the Time Lord fresh from the Academy, sent to the Doctor by the High Council," he chuckled. He wondered a bit at her question, but the answer could do no harm. "I last encountered the Doctor on the Cheetah planet, during his seventh incarnation's time. Are you still travelling with the Doctor?"

[romana2]

Romana chuckled lightly, "No, I don't. I haven't traveled with him for a long time now. In fact, I do believe you would know me to be in E-Space, or perhaps just recently returned."

She's not the young naive Time Lord the Doctor once knew. Not only did her time in E-Space teach her that, but being Madame President carried its own form of education.

[traken_master]

"In my timeline, I don't believe you've returned yet," the Master agreed, shrugging lightly. "Have you encountered the Doctors that are here?"

[romana2]

She sounded a bit sad as she replied, "Only his vegetable wearing self in person... The other? I have yet to meet his other in person."

[traken_master]

"Ahh. No, I haven't met his eleventh self, either, unfortunately. It's a situation I'm hoping to remedy quite soon."

[sexyhitchhiker]

There's a teenage girl sitting blearily at the table, a mug of coffee in her hands and a sandwich in front of her. Her husky is sitting on the floor, head in her lap and woefully peering up at her. She seems to be doing a great job of ignoring him, however.

As the Master walks into the kitchen, the dog looks at him and wags his tail hopefully. Maybe the new person won't be as much of a tightass when it comes to feeding table scraps to adorable puppies?

[traken_master]

The Master gave her a slight bow.

"Good morning, young lady."

He had no scraps, sadly. In fact, he wasn't completely recovered from the Cheetah virus, so the sight of the dog made him a bit wary.

[sexyhitchhiker]

She looks up, blinking a few times before finally trying for coherency.

"Morning."

And she automatically holds onto the dog's collar, in case the overly friendly creature decides to lick the guy.

"Don't think I've seen you around before."

[traken_master]

"No, I'm quite new to Paradisa. I am the Master. That's quite a handsome animal you have."

[sexyhitchhiker]

There's a slight eyebrow raise, but whatever. She's been here long enough that she's gotten over the weird names. In any case, the compliment to her dog gets her to offer him a small smile.

"I'm Natsuki. This brat here is Blitz, short for Blitzen."

He gives a happy bark at the sound of his name.

"You're calm enough. Did somebody explain this place to you already?"

[traken_master]

"It's a pleasure to meet you both, Miss Natsuki. They did, thank you. Have you been here long?"

[sexyhitchhiker]

She pauses as she sips her coffee, mentally adding up the months.

"About a year and a half."

[traken_master]

"A good amount of time," the Master observed. "Are you content here?"