Kiss with a fist
May 29, 2018 11:48:07 GMT -5
Post by The Master on May 29, 2018 11:48:07 GMT -5
Being UNIT's scientific advisor was more so to the humans' mutual benefit, knowing that Timelords weren't much for sleeping, could accomplish much more work than a general human scientist who had limits. He had self-confined himself to the lab for almost several days, with very little interruptions aside from the timely ones as they brought breakfast, lunch and dinner around. To much of his own annoyance, there was nothing that could be done with the hunger - nor the drums as of yet. The laboratory was fairly spacious, enough to be several compartments at once; a greenhouse in one corner, the biological side of things in the other and the hard technological devices brought to him at the back, spread across a large workbench.
Of course, where most humans were easily succumbed to the disease of boredom (to which he was more than capable of being), they had filled his hands. The black goop stayed under constant observations, alive but yet not sentient. The Master was still donning his hoodie, though now it had been thrown on the back of the spinning leather seat that he had been provided with - revealing the dirtied red shirt underneath as he moved about the lab. In the background, scissor sisters played on repeat, a mild throw back to his days upon the Valiant - an inside joke, one would call it as well as an attempt to drown out the drums that raged in his head.
The Timelord was busy, his hands continuously moving as he tended to the plants that grew along the wall and in the greenhouse he had created for them. His finger reached up to a dark purple leaf, gently touching it and watching as it reflexively shriveled and relaxed once his hand had been taken away - much to his own amusement. They had said they hadn't seen seeds like these but, the bigger seeds tended to be the less violent of the plants. The Master moved over to the back bench, grabbing the leather seat along the way and seating himself at one end, grabbing hold of his wielding mask and a component he had been working on. UNIT had said that this had been property of Torchwood but they had been given it on lend, so he presumed it was alien technology the humans were about to ruin once again.
Of course, where most humans were easily succumbed to the disease of boredom (to which he was more than capable of being), they had filled his hands. The black goop stayed under constant observations, alive but yet not sentient. The Master was still donning his hoodie, though now it had been thrown on the back of the spinning leather seat that he had been provided with - revealing the dirtied red shirt underneath as he moved about the lab. In the background, scissor sisters played on repeat, a mild throw back to his days upon the Valiant - an inside joke, one would call it as well as an attempt to drown out the drums that raged in his head.
The Timelord was busy, his hands continuously moving as he tended to the plants that grew along the wall and in the greenhouse he had created for them. His finger reached up to a dark purple leaf, gently touching it and watching as it reflexively shriveled and relaxed once his hand had been taken away - much to his own amusement. They had said they hadn't seen seeds like these but, the bigger seeds tended to be the less violent of the plants. The Master moved over to the back bench, grabbing the leather seat along the way and seating himself at one end, grabbing hold of his wielding mask and a component he had been working on. UNIT had said that this had been property of Torchwood but they had been given it on lend, so he presumed it was alien technology the humans were about to ruin once again.
