Better an honest villain...

[Spam for the Deck]

[Rassilon is sitting there, posture relaxed, staring off into space while his fingers tap out some rhythm on his knee.]


[Private to Bob]

I would like to... show you something. [He doesn't sound like he's quite sure of this.]

[Rassilon does not look pleased. At all. And decides to show you all the insides of a closet.] I will not wear this. [Why, yes, he does plan to run around in his Time Lord robes, unless someone persuades him not to. Totally a good idea.]

This is ridiculous.

[Friends filter Private to Omega]

Where are you?

[...He misses having more than one person to send messages to. Perhaps he should ask that human -- Vasilia? ...No, no point. And still not talking to you, Doctor, apologize first not that he wants you to go away]

[When the communicator turns on, it shows undoubtedly Rassilon's room -- an old Gallifreyan study -- and a little boy who, as some may recognize, is Rassilon. A very young Rassilon. And slightly confused looking one.]

Uncle? Are you sure this is the right room? [He waves the camera around to show the room off some more.] Someone's already living here, I think.

{{OOC: Rassilon thinks he just fell asleep on the way to his uncle and the servants carried him to his room. He's likely to freak out a bit if he finds out what's going on, but he's a bit older than last time so he'll not be quite as scared.}}

[When the camera clicks on, Rassilon is on the main deck, leaning against the railing. Instead of showing himself, he's got the camera pointed at a dead leaf, then swerves it around to show off the rest of the main deck, in all it's rusty glory.] Would I be correct in assuming that this is not a normal occurrence?

[He chuckles.] Or is it just the Admiral redecorating? He must have outdone himself. [He hears a whisper and turns into the direction he thinks it came from. Nothing.] I'm not sure I care much for the atmosphere, though. It could be serene, but there is something about it I just don't like.

[He pushes away from the railing, goes to leave the deck and for the first time shows his face, an amused smirk on his lips.] I must also inform you that I am, once again, wardenless. So there's no point in running to that human should something be the matter. [He sounds triumphant.]

( Private messages to Seven and Omega )

{{OOC: Name change! After forgetting it for the past few months. It should be connected to the old journal. I think.}}

What a naïve, childish fool that was. I can assure you, I have no desire to befriend the lot of you. [So stay away from me :|]

( Spam for Omega, private notes for Brax, Narvin, Seven and Rose )

[Private to Omega]

Do you have work to do right now?

[Private to Seven]

...Disappointed?

[Private to Rose]

I want to go the lab. And we need to talk.

[Private to Omega]

[Rassilon is pouting. And frowning.] Do you have work right now? I want to do something with you.

[All this talk about Atia reminds him of his mother, and that's really not helping with repressing things. And still not having a satisfactory solution for this confounded guilt is not helping his mood, either.]

[Rassilon wasn't feeling well. It wasn't physical, he was fine there, the soreness from the flood as good as gone -- but he couldn't stop brooding. His father, the flood, Narvin, Omega and his father again. He simply couldn't stop thinking, and it was frustrating.

He just... He didn't know how to talk about it, didn't really want to, either, but it made him restless. And after a while, pacing his room didn't help either, if it had in the first place.

He frowned, before slumping down in front of his desk and grabbing his communicator.]

Omega? Can I come to you?