At the age of eight, I was taken to stare into the Untempered Schism, a gap in the fabric of time and space. It's part of a Time Lord initiation ceremony. Look into the Vortex. Prove you're one of us. And it went on and on, staring into eternity, looking at everything, somehow. I couldn't look away, they wouldn't let me yet, no, but I couldn't. It ( Read more... )

Make it stop. There's...it's not helping. It hurts.... [pause] It doesn't help. There's too many... [Okay. he's stopped being coherent for a bit. Feed off.]

[ooc: Worth a try, slug. Because it kind of is helping in that there are WAY TOO MANY NOISES inside the Master's head which is making it too hard to do anything. So a day of very very low ( Read more... )

[Video on, still in the streets. The Master's lost his jumper somewhere and he's down to a white dress shirt that really isn't that white anymore. It's spattered with blood, as are his trousers, if less noticeably and both of them are torn in various places. The Master himself is a bit wild-eyed.]

Can you contain everyone? Can you hunt down them all ( Read more... )

[The Master rarely sleeps. As an old acquaintance of his said once, "Sleep is for tortoises." And that's at least one thing he's said that the Master can agree with. Why sleep when there are so many more, interesting options for what he could be doing?

Of course, given long enough, he does need sleep, but that's not what's happening tonight. Tonight ( Read more... )

[The device is on a desk and facing the Master's bed, where he is sitting crosslegged, facing his daemon. They're talking quietly to each other, though they probably won't be understood by most City residents, as they're speaking in Gallifreyan.]

~This is so self-indulgent.~

~Does that count as lecturing myself? I know it's self-indulgent. So is ( Read more... )

[The device switches on and the Master can be heard talking to himself some distance away from it, sounding alternately desperate and disgusted and trying to calm himself down, occasionally. His voice raises and lowers in volume, sometimes he mutters so quietly that some of what he says is indiscernible.]

They aren't here. They aren't here and I don ( Read more... )

Perhaps whoever is in charge of the City realised that I already have a beat in my head? Whatever the reason, I've found myself mostly unaffected yet again by what I assume is today's 'curse'. Instead, I've been provided with my iPod (it hasn't been in my pockets any other time I've looked). I'll probably be aping their commercials for the rest of ( Read more... )

[The Master wakes up on his back beside the carousel and moves into a sitting position, one hand going to press against his forehead .]

Eugh. Reconstituting yourself from particles gives you one hell of a headache.

[He winces, then rolls his eyes.]

Of course, it’d probably help the headache if I wasn’t talking to myself.

[After a few slightly unsteady ( Read more... )