The Master waits somewhere between three and four hours for Brainiac-5 to vacate the Medical Wing before setting up shop himself. He takes a free station (okay, so that may not be entirely unused...) and uncerimoniously dumps on it an assortment of the tools he's picked from the weapons lockers. Nothing heavy duty, he's mostly picked multitools and anything with enough internal components to cannibalise into something more useful.

Pulling up a chair and propping a pair of goggles on his forehead, he sets about looking for something to strip the equipment with.

((ooc: Open post, feel free to pester him.))

Mai has continued to find herself bored with everything. As usual. To be perfectly honest with herself, she'd rather be back home then here. There she didn't have to wear creepy, living clothing or be inside of a creepy, living ship. She also had food that tasted decent. Still, she has to eat, so she's in the mess hall, choking down some more of the slop and the tray that goes with it. She pauses and pokes at the unappetizing much with a depressed-sounding sigh, "Would it kill Stacy to have some variety?"

She forces down another mouthful and pulls a face. The simulations, at least, had been mildly entertaining. Right now there was nothing to do but wait and eat and wait some more. Maybe she ought to check out the media center and find out what that was all about. She picks at the food a bit more, then slumps in her seat, "I hate this place."

(( Open post! Feel free to bother her. ))