29 December 2012 @ 12:26 pm
[The feed shows two small boys - around eight years old - running amok in one of the workshops at City Solutions. However, these aren't your normal children; the havoc they're causing is rather more scientific than what an average Earth boy might be able to do.

Koschei is tinkering with something that looks rather robotic when he glances up at Theta.]

Have you got your bit working yet, Theta? It's hard to do things properly with these primitive tools.

[Yes, someone was just as much of a snob in his younger years as he is several centuries later. At least he's not evil, though?]

[ooc: replies may come from either Koschei or Theta ([personal profile] timelordy). Or both!]
13 December 2012 @ 01:16 pm
[Someone's obviously been fighting with the geese. The Master has feathers clinging to his hair and suit, and there are even a few rips in the tailored fabric. He has a splendid bruise blossoming on one cheek and a bloody lip, but he still seems remarkably cheerful about everything - possibly because he's also holding a golden egg.]

Does anybody need a goose for their Christmas dinner? I'd hate for it to go to waste.
25 November 2012 @ 11:19 am
[The Master looks pretty normal, except that his lips and tongue are blue. Someone's been nibbling on something with blue frosting - he's got a piece of pastry with the same colour frosting in his hand right now, actually. He grins at the camera when he notices the device is on.]

Do you know what the best part of having a dimensionally transcendental ship is? There's so much to eat inside when it all turns to sweets. Like a giant timey-wimey bakery.

Almost makes me wish my appetite wasn't back to normal these days.

[Hey, it's not his ship, why should he care about eating it?]
09 November 2012 @ 10:38 pm

[There's a small black cat with a red leather collar peering down at the device intently for a long moment. He reaches out a paw and prods the keys experimentally.]

afsd jnkn ,,,,, ,,,,.,nm

[He curls back a lip and hisses fiercely before he somehow manages to switch the video feed off.]


[The Master is creating mischief all around the TARDIS and the apartment it's in - the Doctor might find that a number of his bow ties are the worse for wear. After batting the sonic screwdriver around the floor of the apartment for a little while, he curls up for a nap in a beam of sunlight on the carpet.]
07 November 2012 @ 08:43 pm
-- Of course it's in there, you're clearly not looking hard enough.

[ There's a rustle, and then another voice muttering something that really doesn't bear repeating, thank you very much, Master, before the Doctor's voice filters in again. ]

Oh fine, here let me look, I know my way around better than you do and -.

Why did the door just close? [ A longer pause. ] And why won't it open?