Who: The Master, Simon Tam, and River Tam Where: Outside, in between Building C and the Children's Ward When: May 19th, Early Evening What: Crazy Random Happenstance Rating: Mildish, if that. Status: Incomplete
Boredom did not suit the Master well. Nor did prolonged isolation. It eliminated distractions, true, but only served to make the drumming that much louder. That much harder to ignore. In the last several days, he had found himself tapping that damnable rhythm against his thigh, his desk, any surface his hand gravitated towards.
It proved to be too much, eventually, and the Master got out. He didn't have a destination in mind—still refusing to use any of the ‘facilities’ offered to him. He was just wandering, trying to find something to occupy at least some time with. Usually when he was in such moods, the Master resorted to the occasional wanton killing or toppling of a regime. He felt, though, that it wouldn’t prove very fruitful at this time. He could still feel the lust for a good death creeping up on him slowly, preying at his Time Lord brain. Maybe he could find Harkness. The man could always come back from the grave, and it wasn’t like anybody would miss him.
Eventually, though, the Master found something that at least spoke to him a little: A chessboard. To be precise, it was a stone table with a quartet of chairs surrounding the square edges—the sort of table that had the black and white grid carved into it. The pieces were all in position (though how they hadn’t been stolen or removed, the Master was curious to know), glistening marble and obsidian, impeccably polished. It was refined but perhaps a little extravagant. He definitely approved.
And he sat, drumming his fingers against the cool stone for a moment, before advancing the Queen’s knight on the black side. (White moves first? Hell with that). He was playing himself, of course. There wasn’t a decent opponent that he’d found on this island yet, although he hadn’t been looking too hard.