Open RP - Midnight snacks

[theregothedrums]

Well, things had been going acceptably. Even the fairly drastic situation with the truth-compelling chocolates and the Hogwarts intranet had been salvageable.

Therefore, he sauntered through the halls of Hogwarts at what might safely be considered an ungodly, singing a jaunty song with gusto. The kitchen was his planned destination, a snack was

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[chief_michael]

Hogwarts had left Garibaldi more than a little unsettled. Normally when he couldn't sleep, he would walk the station. Down Below, Green Sector.. wherever his feet would take him. After a near disaster with a moving staircase, he decided to retreat to the kitchen.

A small pot burbled on the stove, filling the dimly lit kitchen with the rich smells of butter, salty fish and lemon. He had draped his black and white uniform jacket over a vacant chair and was busy stirring the little pot when he heard someone else venture into the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep either?"

[theregothedrums]

Another unknown factor to get the measure of; the Master relished the opportunity.

"Oh, I don't sleep very much," he said somewhat dismissively. "Doesn't look like you're planning on another attempt soon."

[chief_michael]

"Nah. I nearly got killed thanks to those moving stairs. Kinda puts a damper on sleeping anytime soon." Garibaldi picked up a knife and nodded at the still-warm loaf of bread by the Master's hand. "Pass that over, willya? Can't have proper bagna cauda without fresh bread."

[theregothedrums]

He was... being asked to help in the kitchen? The Master thought idle thoughts about cities smoldering in rubble as he handed over the requested loaf, although his amiable expression never wavered.

[fantastic_nine]

Time Lords rarely ever slept. On the average, they only needed a few hours evert few days to remain alert and active. As a result, the Doctor tended to get rather bored most nights.

He sat in a dimly lit corner of the kitchen, as still as a statue. Blue eyes were distant, unfocused as he did a bit of psychic rearranging. After over nine hundred years, a periodic tidying up was in order. The only indication that he was even aware of his surroundings was the steaming mug that he would sometimes raise to his lips.

[theregothedrums]

"Too much of that tea and you won't get any sleep," the Master told him a bit testily, by way of greeting.

[fantastic_nine]

He blinked slowly, his mind returning to the outside world. "It's just mint. And I don't really feel like sleeping just yet."

"Feeling better?"

[theregothedrums]

It was an innocent-seeming question, but the Master certainly didn't think it was all that subtle.

"I'm in full control over my own tongue," he said, trying not to clench his jaw. "And no one else has used my mind for a playground for days. It makes me feel almost neglected."

[ringo_raver]

"Well, now that's interesting," a voice said as Ryuk lowered his head to the Master's eye level. "I can't read your name."

[theregothedrums]

A creature he couldn't identify; wonderful. Honestly wonderful.

"Which one? There've been so many."

[ringo_raver]

"Whichever one I would write in the Death Note, if I wanted your lifespan." Ryuk poked at where the name would be. "It's all some weird symbols."

[theregothedrums]

Interesting, yes. "And what exactly is a Death Note? It sounds fascinating."