[the Master arrives in Paradisa standing in the middle of his room, his palms still outstretched, his clothing rumpled and torn (not that it makes much of a difference with hobo-chic), panting heavily. He stares around the room with confusion for a moment - Time Lords don't exactly believe in an afterlife, other than having their biodata stored in ( Read more... )

[someone sounds entirely too cheerful, and that someone is the Master]

Down to two now, are we? Oh, dear, you lot seem to be dropping like flies.

((ooc: Tags will be slow, I'm at work and, uh, not supposed to be online. *coughs, looks shifty*))

[the Master is instantly wary when he wakes up in a bed that isn't his own, sunlight streaming through the windows onto his wine-red duvet. what's more, there is a larger body curled around his own - probably because /someone/ likes to snuggle in his sleep - and he is Not Very Happy about this, no matter how naked the other man is, and he is, in ( Read more... )

[it is the Master's day! no, really, in his mind, it's an official holiday and everything, called Master Day. hey, he never said he wasn't pretentious. anyway, as per usual, he sends Lucy two dozen long-stemmed roses, the same scarlet red as her dress. Lucy had best be careful with these roses; the thorns are still lurking amongst their leaves, ( Read more... )

[the Master is wandering through the halls in his stylish Gallifreyan robes (see icon), leaving a little package of banana-flavoured biscuits at each door.

WORST. LOSS. EVER.]

[so the Master has a bizarre sense of humour and has decided to choose Earth Day as his monthly...day for sending Lucy flowers. therefore, Lucy gets a vase full of white liles, along with a card with - as usual - the imprint of his ring in white sealing wax. he could deliver them himself, but then he wouldn't be very anonymous. also, he really ( Read more... )

[the Master wakes up, for once, in his own bedroom! with a WINDOW! he grins to himself and stretches in the bed] Well, well, well. It looks like the castle's decided to favour me even more. I was growing so very weary of being cooped up. [lalala, putting on a nice suit and heading out into the hall - feel free to spot him!]

((ooc: loss start, yo ( Read more... )

Well, the idiot in the leather's still here. I'm still locked up, so the foppish one is here. That leaves Celery Boy and the Hair. Anybody care to go check?

[the Master is practically purring with pleasure] Mmm, that's much better.

[and out of the jungles comes....dundunduuuuun...the Master and his dino-posse! Composed of carnivorous dinos of all shapes and sizes, from the spinosaur he's riding on to the wee little acid-spitting dudes. Yep, he's controlling all of them with his awesome Time Lord ( Read more... )

[aaaaand cue a string of Time Lords being thoroughly irritated that they're now human; a soft string of Gallifreyan cursing is being picked up by the journal]

Oh, now, was this really necessary? And why are we on a boat?

And while I'm at it: yes, the weather is, in fact, sunny. The water mysteriously falling from the sky has ceased. Clearly this ( Read more... )