Feb 25 // The Master, OPEN
Date: Feb. 25, early morning
Characters: The Master, OPEN to all characters
Location: Control Room
Summary: The Master takes a break from closeted scheming with a shift at the radio.
Warnings: None, probably
The Master sat in the control room, feet up on the desk in front of the radio controls, occasionally stirring his finger in a cup of tea before fiddling with the dials, broadcasting on common Earth frequencies in order by era.
Loathe though he had been to admit it to himself, he had recently decided that the most expedient way of escape would be to make sure the Time Lords noticed he was here. They would never answer a distress call from him directly, but shake the web of time hard enough, break enough strands, and like little spiders, they'd come to see what was going on.
Accordingly, a folded piece of paper to his left contained a coded list of the available supplies he would need to take or modify in order to tear a small, semi-stable hole in space-time.
At the moment, however, he was reciting era-inappropriate recipes over the radio. Interfering with cause and effect was not always serious business, after all.
"Fill 4 syringes with apple solution. Release one drop at a time into Calcium Chloride and cook 1 minute in boiling water..."
Characters: The Master, OPEN to all characters
Location: Control Room
Summary: The Master takes a break from closeted scheming with a shift at the radio.
Warnings: None, probably
The Master sat in the control room, feet up on the desk in front of the radio controls, occasionally stirring his finger in a cup of tea before fiddling with the dials, broadcasting on common Earth frequencies in order by era.
Loathe though he had been to admit it to himself, he had recently decided that the most expedient way of escape would be to make sure the Time Lords noticed he was here. They would never answer a distress call from him directly, but shake the web of time hard enough, break enough strands, and like little spiders, they'd come to see what was going on.
Accordingly, a folded piece of paper to his left contained a coded list of the available supplies he would need to take or modify in order to tear a small, semi-stable hole in space-time.
At the moment, however, he was reciting era-inappropriate recipes over the radio. Interfering with cause and effect was not always serious business, after all.
"Fill 4 syringes with apple solution. Release one drop at a time into Calcium Chloride and cook 1 minute in boiling water..."