After some weeks, I've finally managed get access to the internet.
Thank God, thank God, thank God.I suppose it would be the thing to do to inform you all of my current predicament, if only for the faint possibility that one of you may be able to assist me. I am, at the moment... on an alien planet. I don't know what it's called; as I am unable to speak at the moment, I've found communication to be rather difficult, even ignoring the fact that nobody here seems to speak English. Unsurprisingly. It is, however, a dump. The weather is atrocious; constantly freezing... hailstorms, wind, and the sea... well, the sea is almost beautiful, though I don't doubt I'd be able to appreciate it more were I in a different situation. The sea's frozen. But as if it all happened in a moment, great waves and currents and... everything, suddenly caught still.
But the people! Constantly huddling about, shrouded in ratty capes and fingerless gloves, the place looks like bloody pre-revolutionary Russia. It's desperately bleak. Ridiculous, really.
I've been managing to get by as well as I ever do, but... No, nevermind.
If anybody here cares to horribly and brutally murder the Master, I'm sure you'd find very few objections.
((OOC: So what's happened is- the Master kidnapped Lucy, and after a bit of mockery, slapped a scold's bridle on her, and dumped her on Woman Wept, a dismal little planet on the outer edges of fuck-knows-where. She's been spending several weeks feeling desperately humiliated, but the need for food and shelter eventually becomes enough to overcome her pride- thus, begging in the streets and attempting to communicate through sign language))