8 // [Video]
[The Master is leaning casually back into an armchair, the camera filming him from in front of him, the Device presumably placed on a table. He looks a little bit tired but mostly amused. Instead of his usual suit, he is wearing slightly more casual dark grey trousers and a maroon and light grey thick-striped jumper over a white dress shirt.]
Hullo, everyone! A little more than usual 'everyone', actually, if the Network and the masses of people outside my window are anything to go by. So 'hi!' to everyone visiting or whatever it is you're doing, I don't know: you're on the Dimensions Tour. Send me a postcard when you ascend into the seventh: a mangled postcard, probably, that sounds like green and is the colour of whimsy. Hopefully, you'll be so terribly kind as to write instructions on the postcard on how you managed to get out. I'll translate them eventually, or at least it will make a nice decoration...
Send it to Harold Saxon, incidentally, it's the name on all the paperwork. And by 'all', I mean basically one piece of paper. Somewhere. It's probably too much to hope for a plaque somewhere with my name on it at the front door of this building, not that physical mail is really necessary here and I suppose all the information is on the Network. But it would make the apartments look so much better. More real.
[He shrugs and then winces in pain, but it is so slightly that it's nearly imperceptible.]
I'd like to be able to have a little more control here. I actually ran into a bit of a nasty curse a couple of days ago...nasty curse and equally nasty situation after the fact.
[He looks away from the camera for a moment and then looks back and grins widely.]
Anyway, except for the utter destruction of one of my suits, that's all behind me, now. I might come down and meet some of you. Or, alternately, it's Halloween! Sort of. It's not exactly the evening yet. But ignoring that insignificant bit of semantics, I found a massive supply of not-at-all-stale jelly babies in one of my suits, so if you want to actually engage in the candy-grabbing portion of this holiday, feel completely free to come and knock on my door.!
[With a certain amount of care for whatever the injury is that he is trying to mask (and failing at doing so now), he leans forward slowly and switches off the camera.]
[ooc: I wanted to tag but I realised that I needed to make a final decision on what the heck the Master was doing at the moment before I did...because that's just how my mind works. So you get this VERY EARLY POST. It is pretend mid-day, I guess? Not that it really matters. Forgot to add: he's a Time Lord, his timeline gets messed up all the time anyway. Which means FOURTH WALL THE CRAP OUT OF HIM. :D]
Hullo, everyone! A little more than usual 'everyone', actually, if the Network and the masses of people outside my window are anything to go by. So 'hi!' to everyone visiting or whatever it is you're doing, I don't know: you're on the Dimensions Tour. Send me a postcard when you ascend into the seventh: a mangled postcard, probably, that sounds like green and is the colour of whimsy. Hopefully, you'll be so terribly kind as to write instructions on the postcard on how you managed to get out. I'll translate them eventually, or at least it will make a nice decoration...
Send it to Harold Saxon, incidentally, it's the name on all the paperwork. And by 'all', I mean basically one piece of paper. Somewhere. It's probably too much to hope for a plaque somewhere with my name on it at the front door of this building, not that physical mail is really necessary here and I suppose all the information is on the Network. But it would make the apartments look so much better. More real.
[He shrugs and then winces in pain, but it is so slightly that it's nearly imperceptible.]
I'd like to be able to have a little more control here. I actually ran into a bit of a nasty curse a couple of days ago...nasty curse and equally nasty situation after the fact.
[He looks away from the camera for a moment and then looks back and grins widely.]
Anyway, except for the utter destruction of one of my suits, that's all behind me, now. I might come down and meet some of you. Or, alternately, it's Halloween! Sort of. It's not exactly the evening yet. But ignoring that insignificant bit of semantics, I found a massive supply of not-at-all-stale jelly babies in one of my suits, so if you want to actually engage in the candy-grabbing portion of this holiday, feel completely free to come and knock on my door.!
[With a certain amount of care for whatever the injury is that he is trying to mask (and failing at doing so now), he leans forward slowly and switches off the camera.]
[ooc: I wanted to tag but I realised that I needed to make a final decision on what the heck the Master was doing at the moment before I did...because that's just how my mind works. So you get this VERY EARLY POST. It is pretend mid-day, I guess? Not that it really matters. Forgot to add: he's a Time Lord, his timeline gets messed up all the time anyway. Which means FOURTH WALL THE CRAP OUT OF HIM. :D]