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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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[amused, watching them]

Sorry, we already have a Master and a Doctor. You're a little late to apply for the job.

[peers over at the Master] ...Sam? Why are you saying you're the Master?

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

A-ha! So we are already here. Thought so. Don't suppose you could tell me what we look like, could you?

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

[raises eyebrows] Sure. The Doctor wears black and red - pretty nice guy. Has a hat. Blond.

The Master has a beard, fangs... Yellowish eyes. Snazzy dresser. Kinda formal.

There's also a guy that looks just like your Prisoner, by the way. It's uncanny.

... 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.

[.... hm. Should check food for LSD. WHAT THE HELL???]

...Sam?

Hmm. Can't remember wearing black and red. [clicks his tongue] Blond rings bells, though. And hats. I suppose I'll see.

But that one I recognize. That seems ages ago. I hope he hasn't been too much trouble.

[makes a face] Don't...don't call him that. It's not his name.

... [stares back] ...Master? [shakes his head] No, sorry, uhm, hello? [waves a hand in front of Sam]

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

[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.

No. I'm the Master. He just looks exactly like me for some strange reason. Probabilities, you know, monkeys and typewriters.

It's painful to live in a non-Gallifreyan body.

He hasn't been any trouble for me, but I just got here. You might want to wait on the jury for that one.

[grins a bit, totally unrepentant] Right. Sorry. Things might get confusing if you all insist on keeping your names, though.

[and this is this Master, arms crossed and generally looking displeased. he has nothing to say to either of you for various purposes. idk he's moody or something today, Five ... didn't cook dinner or something who knows]

....Your resemblance seems far too uncanny for chance, but given the nature of this place, I really shouldn't be so surprised.

Time Lords regenerate into new bodies.

The Master? You don't mean -- I'm not him. Who're you? Who's he? [points at bloke who looks like him]

What is this place?

The Astral Plane - a crossroads of what seem to be threads of realities. Unfortunately, that's all I know of it.

Ah, well, I'll just ask him myself.

[mildly] Well, we've all had loads of names but those are the ones we tend to go by. I suppose as the newer ones, we're a bit late to claim them as ours.

Right, well. ...Do you remember me wearing black and red?

[shoves his hands into his pockets] I'm the Doctor. And he's, well, the Master. Newer regeneration. It's just a coincidence. [eyes Sam anyway] Sounds like he's given you trouble.

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