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Who: The Master, the Doctor, Jenny and possibly Captain Jack Harkness
What: CONFRONTATION
When: April 29, evening
Where: The Master's flat, Building 7, floor 7
Summary: The Master took out some of his fury at being experimented on on Jack. By experimenting on him and killing him a lot of times. The Doctor was not very pleased by this. So he's come to complain. Jenny is there to make sure he doesn't do anything stupider than what he's already doing.
Rating: R. THANKS, MASTER.
The Master is standing at the sink of his kitchen, washing the blood off of his scalpels and knives. He'd really like to have some sort of steriliser. That could come in useful, probably. When he does this again.
Oh, and he feels so much better, now. He's dissected a couple of wings and burned the rest of them and ripped up the carpet in the other flat and burned that too. And then after running out of things to burn and analyse, he'd ended up here, no closer to any sort of solution than before.
Grabbing a towel from the side, he wipes the blades clean and puts the scalpels away into his pocket in a case, following them up with the knife, which he has a scabbard for. That done, he dries his hands and ends up sitting at the kitchen table, leaning onto it with his forearms and staring at the opposite wall, thinking. He needs a new plan.
What: CONFRONTATION
When: April 29, evening
Where: The Master's flat, Building 7, floor 7
Summary: The Master took out some of his fury at being experimented on on Jack. By experimenting on him and killing him a lot of times. The Doctor was not very pleased by this. So he's come to complain. Jenny is there to make sure he doesn't do anything stupider than what he's already doing.
Rating: R. THANKS, MASTER.
The Master is standing at the sink of his kitchen, washing the blood off of his scalpels and knives. He'd really like to have some sort of steriliser. That could come in useful, probably. When he does this again.
Oh, and he feels so much better, now. He's dissected a couple of wings and burned the rest of them and ripped up the carpet in the other flat and burned that too. And then after running out of things to burn and analyse, he'd ended up here, no closer to any sort of solution than before.
Grabbing a towel from the side, he wipes the blades clean and puts the scalpels away into his pocket in a case, following them up with the knife, which he has a scabbard for. That done, he dries his hands and ends up sitting at the kitchen table, leaning onto it with his forearms and staring at the opposite wall, thinking. He needs a new plan.
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Reaching the building, he stares up at the stairs, swallowing hard. This will not be pleasant. Gripping the handrail firmly, he clenches his teeth and forces himself to lift one foot, then the other, starting upward. He's sweating by the second flight, nauseous and pale by the fourth, and has to stop at the top of the fifth to sit with his head hanging down, breathing shallowly until he's sure he's not going to pass out or throw up or both.
The sound of angry voices echoing down the stairwell goads him into motion again, though. Forcing himself up, he makes it to the top of the stairs and out into the hall. He can see Jenny standing in an open doorway, her back to him, and male voices coming from inside.
Good, he hasn't hurt them... yet...
Creeping close to the door, he leans against the wall and decides to just... listen. For the moment.