ext_215164 ([identity profile] kindofscary.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-02-16 02:45 am

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.))

[identity profile] leather-bastard.livejournal.com 2009-02-17 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Scorpius nods. "And he seems to wish to trust Stacy for some reason I cannot fathom. But that is his loss."

[identity profile] leather-bastard.livejournal.com 2009-02-17 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Let me make this perfectly clear, Saxon. I do not trust you, nor do I expect you to trust me. But this is a situation where we can assist each other to get out of here. And I believe that there is more than enough for us both to get out of this arrangement."

[identity profile] leather-bastard.livejournal.com 2009-02-17 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Excellent. Then we understand each other." He smiles again, lightly... but Scorpius doesn't ever fully lighten up.

"Now then. If there are others you wish to bring into this little mutiny... it would be best if I not know. I can withstand torture and psychic onslaught, but it is hardest to root out a conspiracy when all pieces do not know the other." He grins... a most chilling expression. "I intend to do everything possible to make our captor's life very... very... difficult indeed."

[identity profile] leather-bastard.livejournal.com 2009-02-17 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Scorpius watches the Master go, then turns and continues his wanderings.