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]

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.

[traken_master]

"I can think of worse fates," the Master countered, a hint of darkness in his tone, before smiling charmingly. "No, I'm merely intrigued by the possibilities and I always appreciate survival stories."

[cheerupemoborg]

"Do tell."

Worse things? Call it morbid curiosity, but Hank can't help but be interested.

"Sounds as if you have some survival stories of your own."

[traken_master]

"I've been roaming the universe for nearly eight thousand years. Oh, yes, my dear Mr. Henshaw, I could tell you some very interesting tales," the Master agreed. "Is there anything else in this kitchen of interest? I'm exploring the Castle, since it seems I'm going to be here for a while."

[cheerupemoborg]

Ugh, he didn't even want to think about living that long.

"Eight thousand? Sounds dreadful, and no I don't think there is, unless you're hungry."

[traken_master]

"Oh, for the most part, I've enjoyed my lives very much! I've seen enough of death to know I want no part of it," the Master contradicted. "No, I'm not hungry. Would you care to join me? I wouldn't mind some commentary from someone familiar with the Castle."

[cheerupemoborg]

"I don't see why not." Hank was no tour guide, but he could try.

[traken_master]

"Excellent, Mr. Henshaw," the Master praised, grinning. "What's through those doors?"

The Master gestured at the double doors directly across from the one he had been leaning on.

dammit where'd i put that map?!

[cheerupemoborg]

"That should lead to the (INSERT ROOM HERE)."

Dora stole it. :D hahaha

[traken_master]

"A dining room? Does the Castle host formal dinners often?" the Master asked, amused.

DORAAA

[cheerupemoborg]

"I'm sure it's forced it on someone at some point," he says, recently reminded of the Valentines fiasco in the ballroom.

:D

[traken_master]

"Hm. Well, I may as well take a quick look. It's foolish to make assumptions," the Master decided, crossing to the doors. He peered into the dining room, gazing around sharply.

Re: :D

[cheerupemoborg]

"All in all, I doubt it gets much use."

Re: :D

[traken_master]

"Oh? Do the residents eat singly, in their rooms, or is there a less formal gathering place, where people socialize?"

[cheerupemoborg]

"I wouldn't know. I don't socialize like that with them, and I have little reason to join them if they do," what with the whole not needing to eat thing.

[traken_master]

The Master stepped closer, examining Henshaw's form.

"You said you're disembodied. How did you come by this particular form?"

[cheerupemoborg]

"This? I made it," with a little help, anyway.

[traken_master]

"Well done," the Master praised. "A shame you can't enjoy food, though. There was another door. Let's see what lies that way."

The Master walked across the kitchen, peering in. He saw a huge ballroom and laughed.

"Well, this place has all the amenities. Are balls rare, as well?"

[cheerupemoborg]

He huffs, once again reminded of Valentines.

"The castle seems to think it's better suited to playing children's games."