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122 // The Best Laid Plans [Video]
Jan. 3rd, 2011 09:20 pm[Buddies Allies Filter. This might be very tiny, since many of his allies are gone. In fact, it might only consist of Iago.]
[The Master's sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he scrolls through his communicator with a bored look on his face. He's got a webcam hooking into his communicator, hence, filming while using the device.] It never ends, does it? You could hardly believe this is a prison for the universe's most wanted.
Let's see... Whining, whining-- ooh, a bit of bloodshed, that's nice-- more whining, your standard [He makes some "talking" motions with one hand, flapping his fingers to his thumb several times.] "Hello, I'm a new warden, and I can't wait to have my spirit crushed. Cheers!" and-- what's this? [His voice raises to a shout.] Whining!
[That last word's punctuated by him tossing the communicator down onto the desk carelessly before swiveling the chair so that the back is to the camera. He drums his fingers on the arms lightly, making a thoughtful "hmm" in the back of his throat. Then, as though he's finished composing himself, he swivels it back to the camera and looks straight into it, grinning.]
Some things never change.
[OOC: I'll do an open post like, uh, TOMORROW? But he's not going to announce his presence to the Barge just yet. Time Lords are free to "sense" his presence and spam, if they'd like, but he's not going to seek any of you out at the moment.]
[The Master's sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he scrolls through his communicator with a bored look on his face. He's got a webcam hooking into his communicator, hence, filming while using the device.] It never ends, does it? You could hardly believe this is a prison for the universe's most wanted.
Let's see... Whining, whining-- ooh, a bit of bloodshed, that's nice-- more whining, your standard [He makes some "talking" motions with one hand, flapping his fingers to his thumb several times.] "Hello, I'm a new warden, and I can't wait to have my spirit crushed. Cheers!" and-- what's this? [His voice raises to a shout.] Whining!
[That last word's punctuated by him tossing the communicator down onto the desk carelessly before swiveling the chair so that the back is to the camera. He drums his fingers on the arms lightly, making a thoughtful "hmm" in the back of his throat. Then, as though he's finished composing himself, he swivels it back to the camera and looks straight into it, grinning.]
Some things never change.
[OOC: I'll do an open post like, uh, TOMORROW? But he's not going to announce his presence to the Barge just yet. Time Lords are free to "sense" his presence and spam, if they'd like, but he's not going to seek any of you out at the moment.]
