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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.))

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... right. 'course. [runs his hands through his hair, perhaps slightly distressed]

He doesn't look very restrained.

[quirks an eyebrow] Are you all right, Sam?

[glances over at him] Well, he was locked in the TARDIS. He can't get out there but I suppose this place is a loophole.

I'm fine, I'm-- [and here comes the fun, happy sounds of the hospital in Sam's ears; the beep of the heart monitor, the sigh of the respirator, the murmur of doctors and nurses. And so Sam puts his hands to his head, squeezing his eyes shut, and listens carefully until it's gone.

When it is gone, he looks up at the Doctor, slightly embarassed (because, well, erm)] ... TARDIS?

[gives him a 'uh, you okay?' look] Sam?

Anyway, the TARDIS is my space and time ship. Lovely old girl. She's been good about putting up with orbiting random stars for the past few months.

I'm --- I'm fine. [shoves his hands into his pockets, more than a little self-conscious about having a 'fit' in front of a stranger] Why's she been -- oh. Your Prisoner. [snorts softly] One's a cat and the other's a pet. Master of what, exactly?

[gives him a curious look] I can help if you need anything. [scratches the back of his neck] I wouldn't recommend saying that in front of him. But he's...I dunno, calls himself Master of All Things.

No, you can't. [folds his arms] I'm not afraid of the cat, and I'm not afraid of... this one.

[raises eyebrows] Won't even give me a shot? [rocks back and forth on his heels] I'm not saying you should fear him. Fear never helps a situation.

No. Your -- the other Doctor. He couldn't help. You can't either. No one can help. [looks at him] That's not true, though. That fear can never help. It can be very helpful. To varying degrees of morality.

Ah. [frowns slightly] And that's true. I'm just telling you that this Master is a bit more...unhinged and angry. I'll do my best with him but he doesn't exactly listen to me.

More unhinged?

[shoves his hands into his pocket] He destroyed 1/10th of Earth's population to a Rogue Traders' song.

'e what? How could---but--one tenth, that's--

I know. I reversed it, though. They're alive.

How?

He used a paradox machine in order to bring...'humans' from the end of the universe to the 21st century to slaughter their ancestors. But, break the paradox machine and the paradox goes with it.

... [that's terrifying. But oh, Sam just thought of something! A bad thing!] ...I have to tell Gene.

[blinks] Gene?

He's -- he's my -- he's my Guv, my DCI. If he thinks that's me, he'll -- he'll probably try to slam him into something. [feels that needs explaination] We have a, uh, very physical relationship. [back to panicking!] He'll get killed again!

[nods and puts his hands on Sam's shoulders] Just calm down and go explain it to him. If you need back-up, let me know.

Right. Okay, I'll go find him. Thanks. [runs off to find his Guv!]