[The Doctor is back again, but he doesn't look as though he's entirely there, so to speak. His eyes are haunted and weary -- seeing random glimpses of Gallifrey that only fade away again (not to mention the more permanent bits in his garden) is still taking a toll on his sanity. So he's escaping to the Plane in search of a distraction. Preferably one that involves death traps trouble. To anyone who might be willing to help him out in that department;]

Oi! Have any of you lot seen a bloke named Dr. Crane lately?

[The Master appears on the Plane, looking disheveled wearing a black hoodie, red shirt peeking out from beneath it, his black trousers covered in places with slate-grey dirt and his black boots dirty; tracking in dirt. He's filthy, not that he seems to mind this as he tracks dirt in behind him, somewhat perturbed by the sudden change from the shop he'd been in moments earlier.]

Ohh, what a nifty little trick that was. [He looks around, tongue flicking out to wet his dry lips.] Come on then, who's playing the tricks and pulling the strings?

[He stops to turn a half circle before running a hand through hastily done and now blonde hair, making it stand up in small tufts.] I only want to say hello.

[He looks at the star formations and patterns, giving a half smile.] Eye-catching and completely wrong but I like it. Bit of chaos is fun.

[Looking down at one hand, he felt the pain linger and the telltale almost numb sensation before it phased out, showing blue like an x-ray then nothing and then it was his hand again. He scowls.] Who is doing this? I don't exactly care to be kept waiting. Is it those twins? Is this you? I wasn't really going to try and eat you.

[The Master is such a liar and really, very hungry at the moment. He takes a breath in deep through his nose, trying to find something or someone nearby that could make a lovely little snack.]

I can still smell that human Christmas. All that food and I want it. [He stalks around the plane, ignoring the would be wondrous sights and toppling a nearby table and chair. His hands go to his head, clutching briefly.] It's mine. I am so hungry.

[Approach at your own risk. And please, for the love of all that is holy, feed the Time Lord unless you'd rather be his stand in snack replacement.]

[ In the kitchen this little kid can be seen sitting at a table, dressed warmly with her hat lying in front of her. Her cheeks are still somewhat red from having been out on the mountainside all day and her hands are wrapped around a mug of hot cocoa to warm herself up.

Taking a sip there is a notable sigh to be heard before she yawns-- another day, another dead body. What with being a kid and all, one would think children don't find themselves getting involved in homicides. Of course she can simply blame it on the kid detective while drinking her cocoa peacefully.

This also means she should be bothered at great lengths. ]



[ ooc: Just a minor canon update to chapters 556 through 558 because it was about time for one. /has been lazy these days ]