Feb 15, 2011 22:03
[The Master appears on the plane looking rather displeased, of course, that is quite a timid way to put it after the time he's had here since being so graciously released by their hosts (torture, the Valeyard and monkeys, oh my!). He looks around, jaw clenching and unclenching as he pulls the hoodie he is wearing over his suit off and puts it over his left arm. He then proceeds to (rather obsessively) smooth out his hair and clothing. He has decided that it is completely impossible to put on or take off that ratty thing without messing up everything else but he needs it still, if only for a little while.
When he finally speaks it is in Ceressian.]
So, I was wandering through London, still in something of a disguise, of course, and the strangest thing happened.
[Clearly, everyone should know about his day. His day that is not going to plan as he originally intended. Woe.]
Really, I had to laugh because it is just that funny, isn't it?
[--he suddenly switches to Valdemarian]
I also thought that perhaps it wasn't just me and decided to check up on the gang here! [he can at least pretend to care long enough to get a few answers. Part of him wants to wait and see if anyone wanders up.
The other part of him could really do with a drink.
His desire for a strong drink wins out and he heads over to the bar, setting the hoodie down as he walks around to procure himself a glass.]
doctor who (d1) the master - simm