LOG - OPEN.

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Who: The Master and anybody who visits him [OPEN TO ALL]
Where: Level 0
When: TODAY
Warnings: I don't think so?

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[young_idealist]

There were two people locked up in Level 0, and Armand was intensely curious about them both. He didn't think there was anything useful he could say to Rose's inmate, but he wanted a glimpse of who he was. And it had been a long time since he'd actually seen the Master

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The Master stopped pacing as he heard footsteps, then ran a hand over his hair to smooth it down and look a bit more... together than he'd been feeling. When it was only Armand, he let out a sharp laugh and approached the bars.

"Oh, what a brave boy you suddenly are, now that there's a barrier between us. Brave enough to talk, at least, but--" He lazily slipped one arm between the bars, resting it casually over a horizontal bar. "--nooottt brave enough to touch." His voice had an airy, almost sing-song, taunting quality to it. "Brave when it suits you. No wonder you were nowhere to be found when Rose Tyler needed you."

[young_idealist]

When the Master reached through the bars, Armand drew back until he realized that was bringing him closer to Charlie. He stepped resolutely closer to the Master's cell, determined not to seem cowardly. If the Master stretched out his arm, he might be able to brush against Armand's chest with his fingertips now.

But his dislike of the Master's words showed all too clearly. Armand bit his lip, stung at the accusation. "I didn't--she declined my offer of help." He wasn't certain that was the best thing to tell the Master. The cheerfulness had deserted him, but it had only been pretend anyway. "At least, I wasn't the one who was caught hurting an injured woman."

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He straightened up, pulling his arm back into the cell. His mouth twisted into a vicious smile. "Ah, she..." He let a significant pause hang in the air. "declined. I see."

The Master seemed to think for a moment, making a round in his cell, before stopping again, holding up a finger as though he'd just discovered a new and exciting twist. "And yet! She had the detective accompany her instead of you." He chuckled. "My, it seems I'm not the only one who sees you for what you are. A useless coward."

Then, he waved a hand, dismissing Armand's remark. "She only caught the latter half. She missed the part where I made Rose moan in pleasure-- oh, you should have seen it!"

[fuckwisconsin]

After learning various bits of information from the people who responded to him, though the Doctor and Jack were elusive, Bartleby was resolved to start now. The Master shouldn't be allowed to hurt others anymore, yet it seemed practically inevitable that, once he was released from Level 0, he would. And no matter how much of a punishment Level 0 was-- something he had yet to determine-- the more frequently he used it, the less so it would become.

Ignoring Charlie on his way to the Master's cell, he leaned against the bars, watching him.

"Got a message from one Daniel Jackson," he said without greeting or preamble. "He says to stop doing these kinds of things because you'll end up 'in so much trouble'." Bartleby raised his eyebrows. "I bet that really bothers you, huh."

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Another visitor. The Master stood in the centre of his cell as his Warden approached, then moved up to the bars, adjacent to Bartleby, leaning against them from the other side. When he was told that his Warden had a message for him, he made a face of mock interest and cupped the back of his ear to indicate that he was, in fact, 'all ears.'

"Oh?" He lowered his hand and smiled. "My, that Daniel. Always looking out for me." He leaned his head to the side, against the bars, casually, looking at Bartleby with slightly widened eyes, his face 'innocent.' "Is that all?"

[fuckwisconsin]

"Heavens no." Bartleby deadpanned back, careful not to move. The Master was worse than an animal, and defensive or overly wary body language would be a bad idea. "I came to check on you, of course. Make sure you haven't driven Mr. Prince insane. Etcetera."

With exaggerated concern, he peered at the Master solicitously. "So, how you feelin'?"

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"Nonsense," he said dismissively, waving a hand. "Mr. Prince and I have had a delightful chat. I've been nothing if not a perfect gentleman."

Although the Master seemed completely nonchalant for the moment, he was watching Bartleby with interest, gauging the man's reactions to his words, his movement. Armand was easy enough to read-- the fellow wore his heart on his sleeve-- but this one... Hm. The Master had to be more careful around him. His easy lies of 'abusive parents' and the utter tragedy of Gallifrey's destruction weren't as likely to go over with his latest Warden, particularly since he had the file and no doubt read it all.

"Bored," the Master drawled, tilting his head against the bars. "But, I must say, it's a welcome break from all the disapproving frowns of the Infirmary staff." He smiled again, although his expression was hardly friendly. "Impotent outrage gets old quickly, you know."