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[The Master is currently outside of his Fortress of Solitude aka the kitchen. He is outside of it, despite the irregularity of his phasing, because that area of the Plane is occupied by one, Lucy Saxon.
And while he may be just one step above rabid, he is sane enough to realize that going in there will subject him to such horrors as should never be named. Ergo, he is hiding some distance away.]
[Lucy, meanwhile, is toiling away in the kitchen, several bowls strewn about the counters and no less than two cookbooks propped open that she constantly goes back to read through. she has a slightly crazed look on her face -- that half-crooked smile she gets when she's lost in thought and focused on 'Harry' -- looking for all the world like a fish out of water.
this cooking thing really isn't her strong point but damnit, she's going to make the Master something delicious if it's the last thing she does]
[The Master crouches down on all fours, creeping along the floor from behind a countertop that is well away from her as she focuses on her task. He's watching a cupboard, debating whether or not he should break cover and possibly reveal his position in order to procure foodstuffs. He would go back to his own world but, well, he gnawed on everything in the immediate vicinity already.
Slinking closer to the edge, he breaks away from his hiding spot and makes a beeline for the cupboard in the hopes that he can find something in there to tide him over until she's done cooking.]
[unfortunately for him, Lucy chooses that moment to turn and check one of her cookbooks. well hello there, Master!]
[Damn. And the cupboard had produced nothing. He stands, though he is seriously debating running as an option at this juncture.] Lucy.
[she just grins] I'm almost done, you know. It won't be a tic, I promise, Harry.
[he offers up a hesitant grin of his own. Dying would be preferable to this.] Oh, you don't have to go through all this trouble.
It's no trouble, dear. I only want to make you happy.
I was only interested in a snack. Not feeling all that peckish, really.
[frowns] I insist. You look dreadful, dear.
It's nothing. Just the degeneration. I can keep it under control. [offers a smile but it is more of a grimace as he phases out for a moment.] For the most part.
[her face says otherwise. she is concerned, Master! now eat her cooking :|]
[No, never! He takes a step out of the kitchen and away from her.]
Harry! [chases!]
[runs away!]
[ooc; I'ma headed to work so Lucy's replies will come later!]
And while he may be just one step above rabid, he is sane enough to realize that going in there will subject him to such horrors as should never be named. Ergo, he is hiding some distance away.]
[Lucy, meanwhile, is toiling away in the kitchen, several bowls strewn about the counters and no less than two cookbooks propped open that she constantly goes back to read through. she has a slightly crazed look on her face -- that half-crooked smile she gets when she's lost in thought and focused on 'Harry' -- looking for all the world like a fish out of water.
this cooking thing really isn't her strong point but damnit, she's going to make the Master something delicious if it's the last thing she does]
[The Master crouches down on all fours, creeping along the floor from behind a countertop that is well away from her as she focuses on her task. He's watching a cupboard, debating whether or not he should break cover and possibly reveal his position in order to procure foodstuffs. He would go back to his own world but, well, he gnawed on everything in the immediate vicinity already.
Slinking closer to the edge, he breaks away from his hiding spot and makes a beeline for the cupboard in the hopes that he can find something in there to tide him over until she's done cooking.]
[unfortunately for him, Lucy chooses that moment to turn and check one of her cookbooks. well hello there, Master!]
[Damn. And the cupboard had produced nothing. He stands, though he is seriously debating running as an option at this juncture.] Lucy.
[she just grins] I'm almost done, you know. It won't be a tic, I promise, Harry.
[he offers up a hesitant grin of his own. Dying would be preferable to this.] Oh, you don't have to go through all this trouble.
It's no trouble, dear. I only want to make you happy.
I was only interested in a snack. Not feeling all that peckish, really.
[frowns] I insist. You look dreadful, dear.
It's nothing. Just the degeneration. I can keep it under control. [offers a smile but it is more of a grimace as he phases out for a moment.] For the most part.
[her face says otherwise. she is concerned, Master! now eat her cooking :|]
[No, never! He takes a step out of the kitchen and away from her.]
Harry! [chases!]
[runs away!]
[ooc; I'ma headed to work so Lucy's replies will come later!]