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This Devil's Workday
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.))
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.))