[Open] Cold Weather; Hot Temper

[traken_master]

The Master has come to the conclusion that he is, for now, well and truly trapped on this tiny, insignificant world, in this noxious city. His TARDIS, usually so reliable, obedient, and well-behaved, is no longer functioning properly. She is peevish, sickly, and sulking. The Master steps outside, frowning at the weather conditions. Of course, as a Time Lord, he is almost impervious to this sort of cold and he is not actually uncomfortable. However, the gray skies and white snow leave him feeling irritable and unsatisfied. He walks into the city, intending to find out more about this reality and how it can be twisted to his advantage.