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Characters: The Master, Sam Tyler, the Doctor's horse (o.0), anyone else? PING if your character is interested in joining up
Rating: R? Zombies? Eh?
Date: Present, a little after this
Location: The Doctor's Cottage (for starters, but who knows where the not-so-gentle night takes us?)
He'd stumbled through the woods all night, as best he could. When he'd been forced to take periodic rests, either because the way was blocked or (as was more typical) he had simply run out of steam, he would find a clearing, devoid of structure, and sit down in the middle of it. Outside was better-- calmer-- and he'd given up trying to make sense of it. Seismic activity in Wonderland didn't have to make sense; none of the rest of it ever did.
While he sat, he would poke at the Network a bit on the Doctor's PDA to apprise himself of any useful information (there was precious little, besides the laughable plan of meeting up at the seashore. He had to chuckle at that, imagining a group of people so inept at survival that they would cut themselves off from escape on one entire side). And, of course, to read all of the Doctor's private messages.
The Master had gotten to a particularly bad jumble of uprooted trees that completely blocked his path, and was debating just scrambling over or retracing his steps to route around, when he heard a soft nicker out in the dark, to his left.
He really, really, hoped that was only a horse.
( don't worry Master, it is just a horse )
http://community.livejournal.com/nonevidence/90151.html
Rating: R? Zombies? Eh?
Date: Present, a little after this
Location: The Doctor's Cottage (for starters, but who knows where the not-so-gentle night takes us?)
He'd stumbled through the woods all night, as best he could. When he'd been forced to take periodic rests, either because the way was blocked or (as was more typical) he had simply run out of steam, he would find a clearing, devoid of structure, and sit down in the middle of it. Outside was better-- calmer-- and he'd given up trying to make sense of it. Seismic activity in Wonderland didn't have to make sense; none of the rest of it ever did.
While he sat, he would poke at the Network a bit on the Doctor's PDA to apprise himself of any useful information (there was precious little, besides the laughable plan of meeting up at the seashore. He had to chuckle at that, imagining a group of people so inept at survival that they would cut themselves off from escape on one entire side). And, of course, to read all of the Doctor's private messages.
The Master had gotten to a particularly bad jumble of uprooted trees that completely blocked his path, and was debating just scrambling over or retracing his steps to route around, when he heard a soft nicker out in the dark, to his left.
He really, really, hoped that was only a horse.
( don't worry Master, it is just a horse )
http://community.livejournal.com/nonevidence/90151.html
