The Master's Re-Re-Mostly arrival
Characters: The Master And Open
Rating: TBD
Time Period: Modern
Location: Near the main door
Relative Date: Right after leaving Mal and Terry
Status: Open to all
Sure, he'd been here for perhaps an hour by now, the wet on his knees and hands from being shoved out of the helicopter dry and the chill from the wind leaving him now that he was inside. He'd met two separate people by now, a captain who couldn't seemed to get it wrapped around his tiny mind that he was not on the backwater planet of Persephone... Or that he was, in fact, no longer even in his time frame. He shook his head a couple times then, tapping on the wall as he walked by. 1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4. 1,2,3--Ow! He yanked his hand away from the wall then, his middle finger having gotten caught on a sharp bit of rock on the wall.
Saxon glared at the wall then, pulling off the smoothe leather gloves and bringing his hand up to suck on his now sore finger. It wouldn't really help, but it always made him feel a bit better when he did... With a roll of his eyes he dropped his hands back to his side, pocketing the one glove as he continued to walk. The Doctor was here somewhere. He could smell him.
Rating: TBD
Time Period: Modern
Location: Near the main door
Relative Date: Right after leaving Mal and Terry
Status: Open to all
Sure, he'd been here for perhaps an hour by now, the wet on his knees and hands from being shoved out of the helicopter dry and the chill from the wind leaving him now that he was inside. He'd met two separate people by now, a captain who couldn't seemed to get it wrapped around his tiny mind that he was not on the backwater planet of Persephone... Or that he was, in fact, no longer even in his time frame. He shook his head a couple times then, tapping on the wall as he walked by. 1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4. 1,2,3--Ow! He yanked his hand away from the wall then, his middle finger having gotten caught on a sharp bit of rock on the wall.
Saxon glared at the wall then, pulling off the smoothe leather gloves and bringing his hand up to suck on his now sore finger. It wouldn't really help, but it always made him feel a bit better when he did... With a roll of his eyes he dropped his hands back to his side, pocketing the one glove as he continued to walk. The Doctor was here somewhere. He could smell him.