lobster?

[traken_master]

[The Master is in his room. He used his TCE on one of the lobster things and is prodding it with the tip of a knife. It appears dead. The Master has his journal open and dictates to it.]

So, my fellow captives. The castle has decided to become infested with something that resembles a lobster. I've managed to shrink one with my tissue compression eliminator. I'm debating between dissecting this thing and simply boiling it for my dinner. Lobster is, after all, quite tasty.

Comments

[traken_master]

[The Master chuckles.]

No, definitley not. I'd much prefer going back to my own reality.

[cheerupemoborg]

I sometimes wonder if I want to go back to my own. Who knows what might be out there?

[traken_master]

Finding the answer to that question is one good reason to go back. This place does have it's little mysteries, but it's still rather confined.

[cheerupemoborg]

A bit too confined, if you ask for me.

[traken_master]

Quite so. Especially given how empty the rest of the world seems.

[cheerupemoborg]

Sad I'll never get to see what's beyond the Dead Zone.

[traken_master]

Oh? Why won't you?

[cheerupemoborg]

My loss prevents me from moving too far from the town and castle.

[traken_master]

Ah. My sympathies. [Unaccustomed as he is to that emotion, his offer is sincere. It seems Henshaw is more trapped than most.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[That's putting it mildly.]

I guess I'll just have to pay attention to the journals whenever one of the expeditions occur, or find someone willing to share.

[traken_master]

Will that really satisfy you?

[cheerupemoborg]

I don't have much of a choice in the matter.

[traken_master]

If you choose to believe that, then no, you don't.

[cheerupemoborg]

Do you have a suggestion?

[traken_master]

No, not specifically, but you'll miss any opportunities that might come up, if you aren't bothering to look.