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[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[if one happens to be near the infamous bar on the Plane, you might see a big green thing making a beeline for that very location. of course, it isn't a big green monster or anything remotely similar heading that way, but a very worried and agitated Time Lord in full ceremonial robes, the colour of which indicates he's from the Arcalian Chapter of the Academy.

granted, if he isn't seen, one can damn well hear the swish, swish, swish from those heavy, multi-layered robes as he moves, or the crashing of poor glass bottles that keep getting knocked to the ground thanks to his robes and cumbersome shoulder-headpiece he's wearing as he sets about fixing himself a drink.

...make that multiple drinks. he may be there for a while.]


[ooc: Straxus has had a bit of a canon update, which can be seen here. The new stuff starts in blue.]

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Drinking is a bad habit and it's hell trying to get spilled wine out of those robes.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[casually reaches for a bottle next to the wine that he so wasn't about to grab. then puts that one back as well since it's gin and he definitely does not like gin.]

I don't drink that often. I'm entitled to have one every now and then.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Good gods; what on earth are you wearing?

[Brigitta shall jsut be sitting to the side and sipping from a beer]

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[turns around, and yep, there goes a bottle of vodka. as he walks out from behind the bar, he says:] These, Brigitta, are ceremonial robes. Every Time Lord has them.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

I'd forgotten how ridiculous those things are.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She'll be wincing just slightly at the vodka; poor vodka- she never got a chance to drink it] They're not all that practical are they?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Who approved of such a design? I can stand up straight perfectly fine on my own.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Which is why they are ceremonial. The ones I normally wear are the practical version.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

I believe the excuse at the time was that they were traditional. [ie: he got overruled when it came to a vote. :|]

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[gives you a weak look] Traditional? Compared to what?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[slightly sourly] Anything that would allow for free movement, apparently.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Yes, that would be preferable... [so he says as he surveys the broken glass and spilled alcohol on the ground]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Very smooth, Straxus.

[he sits down and spins on his chair, then sweeps his hand across to grab a bottle]

This is a fruit brandy. Not Kirsch; kirschwasser is never very sweet. You'll like this.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[sweeps some of the glass to the side] Indeed. Were you looking for anything in particular?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Will I? [takes it cautiously and has a seat a few chairs away from the Master. thank goodness the chairs can spin or else he wouldn't be able to move so well sitting down.]

Why choose such an alcohol? [nonetheless, he's pouring himself a glass...]

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Anything, really. Preferably something on the sweeter side. I...don't want to go back just yet.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[plucks a bottle from behind the counter -- it's a sweet wine, and Omega pours them both a glass]

An interminable Council meeting?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[takes his glass, his lip curling in disgust, but not from the wine.]

No. A hearing. A ridiculous trial...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's sweet. You like Jelly Babies, don't you? Every one of us to try them loves Jelly Babies.

[the Master takes a casual sip]

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[frowns and lets him have that glass, choosing to pour himself a new one]

I do, yes... [sighs and has a sip. and another, because damnit, it's good.]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

For what purpose?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Because somebody must be held accountable for Morbius' return. [and why no, that wasn't a note of bitterness when he says that Time Lord's name]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master is wearing a smirk, though the source might be from Straxus's agreement, his surrender of the glass, or that general smugness the Master always has]

So why the sudden alcoholism? If you want to get properly drunk, there's some ginger beer around here.

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[curiously] He returned?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[sees that smirk out of the corner of his eye] No, I don't want to be properly anything. I just wanted a drink. This isn't like the last hearing I was forced to be part of.