Log - Open
Who: The Master, Bartleby, Rose Tyler, Daniel Jackson, the Fourth Doctor, OPEN.
Where: The Infirmary
When: After this, this, and Bartleby's request to the Admiral.
Warnings: Doubtful.
To one well versed in death, dying, and clawing his way back to life, resurrection on the Barge was, perhaps, less painful and terrifying than it was for the others. When the first breath of life returned to the Master, it hurt-- greatly-- but he wasn't afraid. Angry, yes, but not afraid. He opened his eyes, glaring at the light fixtures on the ceiling, breathing in deeply and slowly, either unwilling or unable to take a look around the room. His fingertips twitched as life returned to them, but other than those simplest of movements, he couldn't do anything but suffer through the pain coursing through his body (concentrating in his hearts) and wait. As his senses regained their former strength, he began to take note of his surroundings. The clean, antiseptic smell of the room told him that he was in the infirmary, and he could hear the noises of the people present. Unlike the last time he had died on the Barge (incidentally, it had been the first time he had died on the Barge), the Master found himself unrestrained. How nice. Oh, and they even went through the courtesy of removing his suit and replacing it with a hospital gown, how...
...
Dignified.
Several minutes had passed before he was able to move, and he brought a hand up to his neck to tug at the distasteful collar his Warden had saddled him with. Damn, it was still there. How humiliating. He rolled his eyes, sighed, and dropped his hand, waiting a bit longer before he tried anything else.
Finally, after about ten minutes, he sat up, his head spinning as he did so. A wave of nausea passed through him. Still, he swallowed it back, and his expression fell into a disdainful, haughty sneer. He opened his mouth to speak, but found himself coughing painfully instead, as specks of blood ended up spattering on his hand.
"Oh, brilliant," he murmured.
[OOC: OKAY, because more people want to see the little creep than I, uh, had anticipated, please just start your own thread line with NAME and OPEN/CLOSED in the subject line, for organizational purposes, and so I know if others are allowed to jump in. So, if you all want to cluster around the Master at once for... some... reason, just start a group thread line that's marked open. If you want to talk to him later, start a new thread line that's marked closed.
EASY.]
Where: The Infirmary
When: After this, this, and Bartleby's request to the Admiral.
Warnings: Doubtful.
To one well versed in death, dying, and clawing his way back to life, resurrection on the Barge was, perhaps, less painful and terrifying than it was for the others. When the first breath of life returned to the Master, it hurt-- greatly-- but he wasn't afraid. Angry, yes, but not afraid. He opened his eyes, glaring at the light fixtures on the ceiling, breathing in deeply and slowly, either unwilling or unable to take a look around the room. His fingertips twitched as life returned to them, but other than those simplest of movements, he couldn't do anything but suffer through the pain coursing through his body (concentrating in his hearts) and wait. As his senses regained their former strength, he began to take note of his surroundings. The clean, antiseptic smell of the room told him that he was in the infirmary, and he could hear the noises of the people present. Unlike the last time he had died on the Barge (incidentally, it had been the first time he had died on the Barge), the Master found himself unrestrained. How nice. Oh, and they even went through the courtesy of removing his suit and replacing it with a hospital gown, how...
...
Dignified.
Several minutes had passed before he was able to move, and he brought a hand up to his neck to tug at the distasteful collar his Warden had saddled him with. Damn, it was still there. How humiliating. He rolled his eyes, sighed, and dropped his hand, waiting a bit longer before he tried anything else.
Finally, after about ten minutes, he sat up, his head spinning as he did so. A wave of nausea passed through him. Still, he swallowed it back, and his expression fell into a disdainful, haughty sneer. He opened his mouth to speak, but found himself coughing painfully instead, as specks of blood ended up spattering on his hand.
"Oh, brilliant," he murmured.
[OOC: OKAY, because more people want to see the little creep than I, uh, had anticipated, please just start your own thread line with NAME and OPEN/CLOSED in the subject line, for organizational purposes, and so I know if others are allowed to jump in. So, if you all want to cluster around the Master at once for... some... reason, just start a group thread line that's marked open. If you want to talk to him later, start a new thread line that's marked closed.
EASY.]