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[The Master is ambling along, hands clasped behind his back, an air of disinterest to his person]

[This is in great contrast to his companion, the Doctor, who is smiling quietly]

[after some time, in a light, callous voice, the Master speaks] I feel minds. Echoes of our own.

...Hm? Oh, that's interesting, isn't it? I wonder which ones. [scratches the back of his head] Seems to be some other people around.

Ohh, blessed relief. I could kiss someone for this. I would kiss my wife, but apparently that's not allowed. Really, Doctor, jealousy is no reason to forbid me conjugal visits.

[shoves his hands into his pockets] It's for her sake. She needs a chance to recover, assuming there's anything left of her in there.

She's not the only broken thing I've touched. [reaches a hand out to the Doctor's cheek, just brushing it] Destroyer of worlds.

[gives him a hard look] I think...we should find out where we are. It might be related to the trap from earlier.

[grins and spins around, holding his arms out in welcome to the space around them] Hello! Hello, hello, anyone and everyone. I'm the Master—sorry, I'm the Prisoner, and this is my loving captor, the Jailor.

[only half paying attention] I'm the Doctor, actually.

Would anyone care to inform as to where we are? Lovely scenery, though. [nudges the Doctor, nodding to a constellation] That looks like Kasterborous. Interesting.

[looks curiously up at the constellation] It does. In fact, I think it is. Now that's a bit telling.

Do you suppose it's taken out of our minds? It's a pretty obvious bit of scenery to throw in there. Absolutely destroys the realism. Who'd put Andromeda next to the Trapeloid?

Someone who doesn't know their galactic movements very well. I suppose this could be a projection. I haven't seen a system yet that I haven't been too personally.

[pulls a bag of Jelly Babies out of his pocket and pauses just before popping one into his mouth] Say whatever sniveling, wet sentiment you need to say about the stars and the constellations before I start eating. I'd hate to vomit out perfectly good jelly babies.

[rolls his eyes] Let's find out what's going on first. And then we can admire the construction of this. [snatches a Jelly Baby]

[slaps the Jelly Baby out of the Doctor's hand, catching it and popping it into his mouth with a smug grin]

[glares quite sulkily]

((ooc: Blue is for the Doctor and red is for the Master. Also, they'll totally be threadhopping on each other and other people, so fair warning.))

[raises an eyebrow, popping a jelly baby into his mouth] Because I am the Master. Not Sam. Horrible name, 'Sam.' So bland.

The Master has a beard. And fangs. ...Did you get hit by a car again?

... Oh my god. Doctor! Doctor, I'm here infected with the Cheetah virus. And in that horrible Trakenite body. I could vomit at the memory.

[peeks over] So I heard. And you're the one who seemed fond of that body.

You're over a thousand years old. I would hope you've worn black with red at some point or another.

Hm, could be. I thought the cape would stand out more, though.

[kljkfsdfg] Wait, okay, so, you're the Master and that other guy is the Doctor, too? You don't look anything like the ones here. You look like Sam.

Oh. ...Why'd you pick Sam's? Are you like the other Master, then?

I didn't pick Sam's. I've never met him. And yes, he's my younger self.

That's weird. We have a double of someone but she's a girl. [thinks that explains everything] ...He looks older than you. But all right. I'm Fumie. I'm helping, erm, you get some technology.

Why would I need technology? I'm quite capable at building my own.

Because you're stuck with a bunch of cheetahs! And cheetahs aren't exactly known for their technological advances. You said your time ship wasn't with you.

[pouts slightly] He, uh, you don't seem to like the cheetahs.