005 [video]

[soundsofdrums]

[This last week has had some pluses and minuses. The mindless killing (no pun intended) was rather theraputic, yes. The girl who claimed to know everything about him and his future? Not so much. The Master has no reason to believe her, doesn't have the slightest bit of trust in her words, but the ideas have been plaguing his mind regardless.

The drums have been louder than they've been for a good while, and now he's got the added bonus of wondering about a new possibility: that they aren't just the product of his own insanity.]

So! Is that little adventure all over and done with now? What a shame, it was starting to just get the tiniest bit interesting. [A pause.] Maybe I'll start up a project. Might as well be productive with my boredom.

Comments

[Video]

[somethingspecial]

There is plenty of old junk lying around here, though. Perhaps some of the parts could be salvaged?

[Video]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I'm planning on doing that regardless. [If he can find enough parts to rig up another TCE, he'll be ecstatic.]

[Video]

[somethingspecial]

A wise decision.

[Video]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[Ponder. ...Ponder, ponder, ponder. He's been wondering about something as of recent, and he's curious to put something to the test again.]

Care to join me in my scavenging?

[Video]

[somethingspecial]

[Rachel blinks, at the invitation, before brightening slightly.]

Sure -- I have nothing else to do.

[Video//Private//Unhackable] (Also argh assume the other one was, too)

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Good. Meet me at [x,y] then.

[Video//Private//Unhackable] fff, sure!

[somethingspecial]

Of course --

[And Rachel is always prompt and on time -- so she'll be along shortly.]

[Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[Oh, young human females. So terribly trusting. The Master's currently waiting around the middle of the town, having rifled through another pile of mechanical junk to no avail.

When he sees Rachel in the distance, he gives a wave.]

[Action]

[somethingspecial]

[Rachel in particularly is horribly trusting, sob.

She has her hands behind her back, blinking at the piles of junk with a frown -- but she waves slightly.]

Hello.

[Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Having a decent day?

[Action]

[somethingspecial]

As decent a day as one can have, in this place.

[She grins a little.]

But overall, yes.

[Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Good, good. [Another smile, and he stretches before starting to dig through the nearest pile again.]

Care to look for anything that looks like electronics, then?

[Action]

[somethingspecial]

Certainly -- though what, exactly, do you need?

[Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Anything that can be used for some kind of circuitry. Worse comes to worse, I can do everything completely manually, but it's so boringly time consuming.

[Hum.]

Enjoying your life here, Rachel?

[Action]

[somethingspecial]

[There's a soft 'mm' of agreement as she begins to poke through certain piles of joke.]

Oh -- well, I suppose. A few of my friends from my world are here and I've made a lot more. It could certainly be worse.

[Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

How quaint. It must be nice to be among peers. It can get so very lonely otherwise, being the only person of your kind.

[Action]

[somethingspecial]

I was here by myself for awhile, the first time I came here. I remember... some of it.

[Rachel frowns as she holds up a radio.]

It was rather lonely.

[Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[He holds out his hand, wanting to take a look at the radio.]

But you never gave up hope, did you? Waiting, waiting, always waiting-- I'm waiting too, you know! [Smile.] There's one other. We're both so very lonely, so it's only a matter of time.

[Action]

[somethingspecial]

Kurt did show up, in the end, so I suppose it would have been silly to give up hope.

[Rachel offers the radio, but blinks, at the Master's wording.]

One other what, exactly?

[Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[He takes the radio, starting to fiddle around with it.]

One other Time Lord.

Re: [Action]

[somethingspecial]

A Time Lord?

[She sounds curious.]

What's that?

[Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

My species. I haven't told you yet?

[Action]

[somethingspecial]

[Months ago, this would have disturbed Rachel beyond words. Now, it's sort of like -- a normal day in Adstringendum.]

You're an alien.

Re: [Action]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I am. Surprised? I can't really blame you. You humans look so much like us, after all.

[Action]

[somethingspecial]

I guess.

[But Anna looks just like them, too, and she's an Angel -- so Rachel supposes some otherwordly beings just look like humans because they can. Or something.

Sob, where is Artie and his amazing science-fiction knowledge when she needs him.]

Time Lord, that's a little pretentious, isn't it?