May 22 // The Master, OPEN
Date: May 22, noonish
Characters: The Master, anyone who happens past
Location: Kitchen
Summary: The Master's most conniving plan yet... for keeping his mun entertained over the weekend.
Warnings: None.
Inside the kitchen, the Master was dividing his attention between a pot of boiling soybean purée and his ever-present portable.
Every few minutes, he checked the temperature, then went back to toying with a program on the portable. Stacked along the length of the counter by the stove was an array of various odds and ends: several large bowls, some cloth napkins, a bowl of white powder, a few books (chosen for size rather than subject--an unabridged copy of the OED, the collected works of Shakespeare, a Sherlock Holmes omnibus), and some of the heavier pieces of scrap metal.
He was field-testing a program on the portable, running some of the TARDIS mass data though it, though his interest was devoted more to the stovetop. In fact, the portable was currently just a distraction to pass the time while he finished cooking. The simple reality was this: he was very sick of eggs.
Characters: The Master, anyone who happens past
Location: Kitchen
Summary: The Master's most conniving plan yet... for keeping his mun entertained over the weekend.
Warnings: None.
Inside the kitchen, the Master was dividing his attention between a pot of boiling soybean purée and his ever-present portable.
Every few minutes, he checked the temperature, then went back to toying with a program on the portable. Stacked along the length of the counter by the stove was an array of various odds and ends: several large bowls, some cloth napkins, a bowl of white powder, a few books (chosen for size rather than subject--an unabridged copy of the OED, the collected works of Shakespeare, a Sherlock Holmes omnibus), and some of the heavier pieces of scrap metal.
He was field-testing a program on the portable, running some of the TARDIS mass data though it, though his interest was devoted more to the stovetop. In fact, the portable was currently just a distraction to pass the time while he finished cooking. The simple reality was this: he was very sick of eggs.