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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[molokovcocktail]

Fortunately for the Master, Molokov isn't singing or playing music or any of that. He's just sitting in a chair near the fireplace, not reading the book he's got in his lap.

Unfortunately, there is something going on in Molokov's brain. He's been fighting it, because it's not orderly, not right. All the same, it is a bit... tempting. If he would just give in and listen to the sound...

I heard there was a secret chord

Things might start to make sense.

But all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

[thedrumsofwar]

The Master continues his rounds around the Inn, the drums growing louder and louder and louder as he comes closer to Molokov...

And then he stops dead in front of him and just stares at him.

It is extremely disconcerting. (As if he isn't anyway.)

[molokovcocktail]

There's a prickling of unease down Molokov's spine and he looks up. He can't hide the flinch as he sees the Master before him.

"What?" he asks after a moment, once he's sure his voice will not tremble.

[thedrumsofwar]

The Master leans down, resting his hands on either arm of Molokov's chair, his face an inch from the Russian's as he studies him.

"Where have you been?"

No, he's not going to explain much more than that just yet. And asking Molokov is so much easier than asking anyone else, when he has his claws in the man already.

[unphase]

Kitty seems to have forgotten what she's been doing when she sees a very, very familiar man stalking about the Inn. Thankfully, though, she hasn't been quite so touched infected by whatever seems to be floating around to the various patrons.

But she does have some anger in her. And so she will approach the man, "You." Fists curl at her sides, "You fooled me. You've hurt the Doctor."

Blunt, to the point. Too bad she's had a talk with the Eighth Doctor about him. Kitty really had fallen for his rather nice-guy act. Shame on her.

[thedrumsofwar]

The Master turns to face her - he'd been so preoccupied with his own thoughts, he wasn't paying all that much attention to her approach at first.

He immediately puts on an innocent expression, gasping in a rather scandalized fashion. "I never!"

[unphase]

Kitty merely glares at the innocence he puts up.

"He very well told me you, Master, are a bad man."

Now wasn't that an understatement? One hand lifts to hold onto the TARDIS' key that lays around her neck on a necklace. It's a comfort of some sort, really.

[thedrumsofwar]

The Master pouts. "Oh, he's just jealous. Come now, Kitty, have I ever given you a reason to think I would mean you harm?"

His eyes flicker to the key around her neck, though his expression doesn't falter. The Doctor and his stupid companions, so damnably inseparable, and their stupid loyalty to him... It makes him sick.

[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.