The Dowsing Rod of Rassilon
Who: The Master and River.
What: Wardrobe matters.
When: Immediately upon this.
Where: The library.
Rating: D for déshabillé.
Status: Private and incomplete.
He liked a game of hide and seek. It was the cheetah in him, or that had been, before it had been burnt away, always eager for the hunt. He could almost feel the virus trying to take hold of him, to remake him into something all teeth and speed and predatory instinct.
In this case, it--the hunt--was almost trivial.
For one thing, he could track her location by the packet addressing on her messages. Childishly simple at Earth's current level of technology. She wasn't even trying to evade him, in that domain. For another, and much more significantly...whereas the Doctor's energy signature had been very slowly but steadily decaying from the rest of the town, she carried it with her like a mobile emitter. Or, no, like someone was carrying around a leaky brazier of lit coals. She didn't exactly radiate artron but she left a little breadcrumb trail of it that faded quickly enough to be distinct from the background levels the Doctor had left all over the place.
The Master simply followed it to the place he expected River to be.
"River! River Tam!" he sing-songed before he was shushed. He converted it into a loud stage whisper. "Little meandering River!"
What: Wardrobe matters.
When: Immediately upon this.
Where: The library.
Rating: D for déshabillé.
Status: Private and incomplete.
He liked a game of hide and seek. It was the cheetah in him, or that had been, before it had been burnt away, always eager for the hunt. He could almost feel the virus trying to take hold of him, to remake him into something all teeth and speed and predatory instinct.
In this case, it--the hunt--was almost trivial.
For one thing, he could track her location by the packet addressing on her messages. Childishly simple at Earth's current level of technology. She wasn't even trying to evade him, in that domain. For another, and much more significantly...whereas the Doctor's energy signature had been very slowly but steadily decaying from the rest of the town, she carried it with her like a mobile emitter. Or, no, like someone was carrying around a leaky brazier of lit coals. She didn't exactly radiate artron but she left a little breadcrumb trail of it that faded quickly enough to be distinct from the background levels the Doctor had left all over the place.
The Master simply followed it to the place he expected River to be.
"River! River Tam!" he sing-songed before he was shushed. He converted it into a loud stage whisper. "Little meandering River!"