Backdated log.
Who: Rose, the Master, (Nine maybe?), open. Multiple threads welcome because Rose works a long shift.
Where: Metcalf Diner, near the train tracks. Seedy place. Where the coffee tastes more like potting soil than coffee.
When: Backdated to the second night of the port.
Warnings: None just yet. To start a 'thread' at a later point in the evening just put it in the title bracket.
After a very long walk from the Thorpe house to the diner, Rose found the same booth as was used the night before and herded the Master into it, setting her tote bag on the table to fish out some things for him to keep him busy. He wasn't as bad as he could have been the night before; part of her said it was because this was the Master and not an actual angry five year-old child. So this meant that things like on-the-floor hysterics could be kept to a minimum. A pad of paper and a box of crayons appeared on the tabletop in front of him. ...Also a juicebox. "There. Prompt for you: Design...I don't know. A doomsday device. That runs on water. And be thinkin' about what you want for supper."
She slid her jacket off and took her things to deposit them somewhere in the back. The diner looked quiet tonight -- it was the night before, too; perhaps this would mean she'd have an easy time of it again. Time to make mistakes and correct them, at least.
Where: Metcalf Diner, near the train tracks. Seedy place. Where the coffee tastes more like potting soil than coffee.
When: Backdated to the second night of the port.
Warnings: None just yet. To start a 'thread' at a later point in the evening just put it in the title bracket.
After a very long walk from the Thorpe house to the diner, Rose found the same booth as was used the night before and herded the Master into it, setting her tote bag on the table to fish out some things for him to keep him busy. He wasn't as bad as he could have been the night before; part of her said it was because this was the Master and not an actual angry five year-old child. So this meant that things like on-the-floor hysterics could be kept to a minimum. A pad of paper and a box of crayons appeared on the tabletop in front of him. ...Also a juicebox. "There. Prompt for you: Design...I don't know. A doomsday device. That runs on water. And be thinkin' about what you want for supper."
She slid her jacket off and took her things to deposit them somewhere in the back. The diner looked quiet tonight -- it was the night before, too; perhaps this would mean she'd have an easy time of it again. Time to make mistakes and correct them, at least.