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[The Doctor appears on the Plane, a mixture of utterly confused, and mildly annoyed] Oi! Bit more of an explanation would be nice! What sort of machine... [and he trails off when he notices the stars and galaxies, his expression turning to one of manic delight]

Fantastic! [walks around a bit, relieved to find that he is not falling through space, before noticing something] ...Hang on, this is all a bit wrong. Like some idiot cut up the universe and pasted it back together, but they’ve got no idea where anything goes. [digs through his pockets and eventually pulls out a red sharpie and a pad of paper, drawing out some proper star charts, and sticking them onto the “floor” of the Plane with duct tape. Because it holds the universe together.]

See? Not terribly complicated, is it? I’m sure you lot could fix it up this “machine” of yours with a bit of jiggery-pokery in no time. [crosses his arms] I’d fix it myself, but I’ve sort of got things to do, places to see, etc. So if someone wouldn’t mind showing me the way out, I’d appreciate it, thanks. [ waits for some kind of response] ...Ah. Maybe a bit of bribery? I’ve got...erm...[digs around in his pockets again, and pulls out a banana] ...a banana? Good source of potassium, bananas. [another pause] That’s never going to work, is it?

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My dear Doctor, I've never known a story of crime and punishment to end, except with death, and that ending is a lie. You just keep bloodying your hands, don't you? I'm starting to think you like it.

I haven't...he's not going to die, not if he lays low and uses what little wits he's got. [but the last bit reminds him of what the Dalek said to him, so have some brooding, Master]

So you condemned him to a living death. Something comparable to, oh, picking up a job at the archives back home, if we still had a planet to go back to. Don't raise your head above the crowd, don't start any changes, and above all, don't try to be anything special. Fade into the general mire of the human race.

I burned through my lives to avoid that sort of existence. And so did you.

[...Brooding has now turned into sulking. He hates when the Master is right. So have the best comeback ever. :|] Shut up.

Your eloquence astounds. What are you going to do to: make me live with the consequences of my actions? I suppose you could always have me burn to death. Again.

I'd take the first option over the second.

If I got what your morality said I deserved, I'd be dead. Lucky you that I'm not, isn't it?

I'm not sure luck's got anything to do with it. [but he does feel lucky anyway, regardless]

I'm only pointing out an inconsistency, Doctor. I'm sure you don't mind a little friendly debate on your ethics.

[why yes he does mind, actually :|] I'd rather debate yours. Oh wait, you haven't got any.

And so they can't be questioned! Sorry about that. I think it just leaves us yours.

Hate to disappoint, but I've got better things to do than sit around and have a "friendly debate" about my ethics. [he's not leaving yet, though]

You all do this, Doctor. In different ways, yes, but there's an unmistakable pattern to it.

[smiling]

But all right. I'll bite. Why don't we sit around and talk about the home planet instead? I'll see just how tinted your memory is.

[frowns] An unmistakable pattern to what? [avoiding that bit about Gallifrey, obviously]

Your need.

[a bit of awkward silence] ...Need? I've got no idea what you mean. Don't need anything at the mo'.

Really?

You know, I'm thirsty. I think I'm going to go to the bar and make myself a White Ballistic.

[he flashes the Doctor a smile, then walks - not too quickly - in the direction of the Astral Bar]

[has a small, internal debate over whether to follow or leave, but that /need/ the Master mentioned wins, and he follows] Could do with a drink myself.

[he is definitely smirking]

Good boy. I wonder if you know 'sit,' too?

[...stops following, and glares] Right, changed my mind. Not thirsty anymore. [is now swanning off in the other direction. and sulking. :|]

[sing-song]

Doctor! You're making it even more obvious!

[and with that, he just leaves the Plane, obvious or not >/]