You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child...

[thedrumsofwar]

There are an unusual number of people in the Inn singing, or playing music, or writing it. This is hard to miss

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[r_h_g]

Here, Master. Have a young woman who's got neither the music nor the drums. She's pretty and young and a lot less confident than she appears. Her blonde hair is twisted up in a clip, and she's reading a book, and looks up to stare at the Master critically every so often.

Her expression clearly states that she thinks he's an idiot. Or possibly insane.

[thedrumsofwar]

The Master is oblivious. He's not paying attention to her, because he doesn't know her, she's not of any use to him, and she doesn't have the Music in her, so the drums don't care about her either.

So he continues circling the room, his drumming against various objects becoming faster and more frantic as he does, gaze somewhat unfocused.

[r_h_g]

"You got finger tourettes or something?" she asks eventually, half-amused and half-annoyed.

[thedrumsofwar]

The Master doesn't bother even looking at her.

"No."

Well, that's helpful.

[r_h_g]

"Fine, then you got whatever insanity is making people intent on being rock stars or whatever?"

Yes, she's noticed it.

[thedrumsofwar]

He growls a little, and swings around to face her. "No. It's not that at all."

His fingers stop their drumming, for just a moment.

[r_h_g]

Cecily raises an eyebrow. That was a rather violent reaction. "O...kay? Just asking."

[thedrumsofwar]

"It's in my head, and it won't stop..." He closes his eyes briefly, his head aching. It never stops, but it's so much worse now.

Do not provoke the drums, for they will lead the Master to mass genocide, among other things.

[r_h_g]

"What won't?"

Cecily has not learned the lesson of "don't talk to the crazy people".

Also, she hasn't assumed that "even if someone sounds crazy, they might actually talk to God or have drums in their head."

Silly Cecily.

[thedrumsofwar]

"The drums," he whispers softly, almost reverently. He opens his eyes, and looks over at Cecily. "They don't appreciate the competition, I would assume."

[r_h_g]

Blink. Blink.

"Seems... logical. I guess. You hear drums?"

[thedrumsofwar]

The Master rolls his eyes, as if at a small child, but here, with someone who has no idea who he is, he's acting a little less like the Master, a little more like... Harold Saxon.

"Since I was a child."

[r_h_g]

Insanity is clearly a turn-on for Cecily, given her track record. Luther (just a little). Joan (she talks to God). And now this guy who hears drums.

"Huh. That... sucks?" she shrugs. "I mean, it'd be pretty distracting and annoying, I'd think."

This is sympathy! Really.

[thedrumsofwar]

He gives her a faint, long-suffering smile. "It's a trial. But I tend to manage, one way or another."

Sometimes it means wiping out entire planets, species... but if that's what it takes to appease them...

That and sometimes it's just fun.

[r_h_g]

Oh. Right. Wiping out planets is fun. We should've known.

"Well... that's good, I guess."

[thedrumsofwar]

"I don't think I know you," he says abruptly, his smile still soft and friendly. "What was your name?"