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Lost in space
Mar. 10th, 2008 06:27 pmCharacters: Sam Tyler, James Doakes, and The Master (PING if you live in Diagon Alley, and were NOT at the meeting - Sam and Doakes want to talk to you!)
Rating: PG13, probably
Date: After this.
Location: Diagon Alley
Sam waved back at Doakes as he made his way to the shop across the street. There was a fox on the sign, and he could see stairs in through the window, so he opened the door to the fox shop and walked inside. He didn't want to seem impatient, so he glanced around before walking to the stairs.
He ascended them easily, and found the door at the top of the stairs. He waited a moment, before knocking steadily on the door. Again, he clasped his hands behind his back and waited at attention. Waited at the Master's door.
The Master jumped a little at the sound. He'd just gotten back from his little tete-a-tete with Gwen and for a thin, tense second he was convinced that retribution was already here, at his door.
He shook his head slightly, erasing that notion. Too soon. And almost nobody knew where, specifically, he was-- he had been very careful to limit information. Still, he made a mental note to install a peephole.
His caution now tempered with irritation at being disturbed, the Master made his way to the door, noting the rick-a-rack had mysteriously leapt back to the walls of its own accord. He hadn't bothered relocking the door yet (although he had removed that horrible rain slicker) but he slid the chain back on before opening the door a crack and peering out.
His own face gaped back at him. Brilliant.
"Sorry, I gave to the Pathetic Dimwits' Fund already," he managed, and started closing the door.
( but sam insisted on a mud-wrestling contest, and so... )
http://community.livejournal.com/nonevidence/66268.html
Rating: PG13, probably
Date: After this.
Location: Diagon Alley
Sam waved back at Doakes as he made his way to the shop across the street. There was a fox on the sign, and he could see stairs in through the window, so he opened the door to the fox shop and walked inside. He didn't want to seem impatient, so he glanced around before walking to the stairs.
He ascended them easily, and found the door at the top of the stairs. He waited a moment, before knocking steadily on the door. Again, he clasped his hands behind his back and waited at attention. Waited at the Master's door.
The Master jumped a little at the sound. He'd just gotten back from his little tete-a-tete with Gwen and for a thin, tense second he was convinced that retribution was already here, at his door.
He shook his head slightly, erasing that notion. Too soon. And almost nobody knew where, specifically, he was-- he had been very careful to limit information. Still, he made a mental note to install a peephole.
His caution now tempered with irritation at being disturbed, the Master made his way to the door, noting the rick-a-rack had mysteriously leapt back to the walls of its own accord. He hadn't bothered relocking the door yet (although he had removed that horrible rain slicker) but he slid the chain back on before opening the door a crack and peering out.
His own face gaped back at him. Brilliant.
"Sorry, I gave to the Pathetic Dimwits' Fund already," he managed, and started closing the door.
( but sam insisted on a mud-wrestling contest, and so... )
http://community.livejournal.com/nonevidence/66268.html
