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Feb 25 // The Master, OPEN

Feb 25, 2010 21:26

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

( Sketching out the tiny blueprint of the angle )

[red vs blue] pvt. leonard church, [doctor who] the master, *log: open

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ghost_bullets February 28 2010, 02:13:52 UTC

It sounded like one of the British guys was in the control room doing some sort of chemistry experiment. That was no good. Those guys plus chemistry plus the big fucking computer that controlled everything was a recipe for disaster. Especially if it was that older jackass, but they both sounded exactly the same to him.

So he couldn't help but poke his head into the room. "Hey, what're you- oh. Uh, hi. You're that new guy, aren't you? I thought you were someone else." Whoops.

lord_and February 28 2010, 03:05:31 UTC

He turned in his chair at the sound of the door opening, finding himself facing... a robot? Someone in heavy armour? And with a gun, this was an interesting change of pace compared to the kid in the cape.

"Hello," he said, drawing the word out a little as he stood, pushing the chair to the side and offering his hand. "I'm Cyril. Private Church, is it? Or are you Freelancer Tex? I haven't made the rounds yet, so I haven't met many of the rest of you."

ghost_bullets March 1 2010, 04:08:36 UTC

"Church. Tex is a chick. She's got black armor. Anyway, uh, good to meet you, Cyril." He gave his hand a shake. "Sounded like you were doing some sort of project in here. What's up?" Clearly there was no chemistry going on in this room after all. Which was a shame, because he actually kind of liked chemistry, though he preferred things like adding sodium to water than, say, titrating small amounts of weak acids into other liquids until the whole thing turned vaguely pink.

lord_and March 1 2010, 04:36:15 UTC

His handshake was extra firm, trying to feel whether there was anything organic beneath the gauntlet. It was no use, though. This was not armour he was familiar with, making it impossible to tell for certain. His instinct, however, said 'robot.'

"That's good to know." So there were more military women here than men. That would make for an interesting dynamic. He turned back to the radio. "It's not much of a project; I was just filling the dead air here."

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