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Who: The Master
Fandom: New Doctor Who
Type: Alternate Universe
Notes: Open to anyone; this Master was turned human by a little accident involving a modified Chameleon Arch and a pissed-off Jack Harkness.
The Embassy has, like all multiversal spaces, a very good bar. In fact, it has several very good bars, a number of extremely seedy bars, and a few places that might possibly count as bars if you were having an extremely forgiving day and were desperate to get anything that resembled alcohol-even if you had to lick it off of a countertop. Or possibly a floor.
The Master is in the best of the former, lying with his back propped up against the arm of a very expensive plush red sofa, eyes closed, a deep purple drink held in one hand. He's savoring. Not the drink-just the fact that he's not in Cardiff, nowhere near his (or any, he hopes) Doctor, and being left completely alone.
Fandom: New Doctor Who
Type: Alternate Universe
Notes: Open to anyone; this Master was turned human by a little accident involving a modified Chameleon Arch and a pissed-off Jack Harkness.
The Embassy has, like all multiversal spaces, a very good bar. In fact, it has several very good bars, a number of extremely seedy bars, and a few places that might possibly count as bars if you were having an extremely forgiving day and were desperate to get anything that resembled alcohol-even if you had to lick it off of a countertop. Or possibly a floor.
The Master is in the best of the former, lying with his back propped up against the arm of a very expensive plush red sofa, eyes closed, a deep purple drink held in one hand. He's savoring. Not the drink-just the fact that he's not in Cardiff, nowhere near his (or any, he hopes) Doctor, and being left completely alone.