Adventure is just bad planning

[iehcsok]

"How does this always happen? Do you have some sort of beacon coming from you that says 'look at me, I'm a potential strange threat, come kill me!' because it really does feel like it," the Master growled in annoyance as the two of them hide behind a nearby building to avoid the angry people that had been following them. Not exactly out of the norm

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[captoftardis]

"Only you would say that!" The Doctor spoke through a forced gritted smile.

Turning back to the beasties, "That's it! Exciting! Ohhh, dear! I think I left some... over there!" He threw his last two pennies as far as he could before grabbing the Master's shirtsleeve and taking off down the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, the Doctor's plan didn't go as well as he planned as he glanced over his shoulder. "Rather. Persistent!" He really thought that'd work this time.

[iehcsok]

Oh Damn, they really running at them. The Master picked up speed and pulled out the last thing in his pocket, a box of mints, and lobbed the, at the leaders head. It slowed them down for a second but it seemed as though they were very determined to get their treasure that the Doctor had bee foolish enough to promise.

"You better have a back up plan if we get caught!"

He didn't want to be sacrificed to some primitive God because the Doctor was an idiot and stepped on the holy ground. Or that was his opinion anyway! "Run faster!"

[captoftardis]

"I'm trying!"

They skidded around the corner of a building, unfortunately back into the main road. "TARDIS. About 2 Kilometers. West." He huffed as he tried to keep stride, knowing if they could just make it...

And then, without seeing it even happen, the Doctor fell. He couldn't move his legs and realized that the beasties were taking the wild-west theme a little too far (you thought the saloon with the dueling pianos earlier were bad) by being actually lassoed like a calf. Landing face first, scraping his cheek, he clawed at the ground. "NO! STOP!"

Teeth gritted as the ropes around his legs tightened as they reeled him backwards towards them, as he continued to claw and try to fight them off until another rope flew around his head and tightened around his arms, stopping them.

"Don't just stand there, RUN!" He didn't want the Master to be caught either, given at this moment in time he was the only one to (potentially) save him. He was ahead of the Doctor, and further out of range of their ropes.

[iehcsok]

Well that was not something you saw everyday, the Doctor lassoed and tied up like a calf. It was both hilarious and terrifying. He would decided which one came out on top depending on his he escaped or ended up in the same situation as his fallen friend.

"No, no, no, no! Don't you dare!" the Master ordered as they looked at him, ropes at the ready. Oh shit!

He didn't even need the Doctors prompting, he just whipped off to get to the TARDIS, only narrowly dodging the rope aimed at him.

Staggering, he managed to allude most their attempts at catching him until, finally, he seemed to lose them over a hill. Or so he hoped. Either way, he just kept moving till that wonderful blue box was in sight.

[captoftardis]

It was an embarrassing situation, as the Doctor flailed and struggled in the ropes like an alligator rolling about. How could a species possess such short attention spans, little intelligence, and yet be capable of brutality all at once? Oh wait, that was often the case for him, despite not saying anything about it before. That would be condescending.

Before he could protest anymore, more rope was tied around him and a piece of tape slapped over his mouth. Oh, lovely, this couldn't get any better... Wait, yes it just did as one managed to sling him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

This was a bad situation for the Doctor, especially given he wasn't sure how trustworthy the Master would be - would he save him or would he just steal the TARDIS and ride off into space manically laughing as he disappeared?

[iehcsok]

He had intended to leave, to just up and go, why not? He was safely in the TARDIS and none of those little freaks could catch him. But sadly the TARDIS had other ideas. She kept locking up and refused to hold co-ordinates till, finally, the Master cried out in frustration and kicked the damn console.

"What am I meant to do?"

The hum she responded with was not very approving, someone didn't want him giving up so easily.

It took a while to devise a plan, especially since it seemed like riding off into space manically laughing as he disappeared was not an option, and eventually he settled for piloting the TARDIS into the middle of the city and then attempting to find the Doctor while armed with as many shiny things as possible.

He filled a bag with spoons, knives, forks, needles, pins, buttons, money, serving trays. Anything that was shiny, silver or gold.

And taking off outside, he glared at the TARDIS once more before taking off through the city, weighed down by the weight of all this junk. "Come on then! Where are you lot?!"

[captoftardis]

So the Doctor had to give the beasties some credit - they left him tied up, proving to be rather difficult to fish in his pockets for anything useful and make an escape. Really, their intelligence was hit or miss, and right now more hitting than missing.

He was left on a concrete floor, which didn't help his joints, but it was cold which did feel rather nice when he turned and placed his scraped up cheek down on it. At least some of his pain was taken away.

His eyes scanned his surroundings to look for hints - anything! - to assist in an escape, but it looked like he was going to have to somehow empty his pockets and that was going to be difficult with flailing about awkwardly on the floor. Maybe he could play the oldest trick in the book - needing to go to the bathroom.

[iehcsok]

Eventually after bribing the little bastard who ran the saloon with a few spoons, he was taken to the city hall to meet the leader of this odd little race. Looking the tiny thing up and down, the Master pulled a face before exhaling loudly at how annoying he knew this would be. Fighting them off would be hard, there were so many of them surrounding him already.

"I want to negotiate the release of your prisoner? You know, kind of lanky? Hedgehog like hair? Babbles a lot? You lassoed him?"

Eventually after an hour or mime, yelling and spoon bribery, they granted the Master a pass to let him visit the Doctor. It wasn't what he wanted but he said if he found the prisoner in good condition, they could have his treasure.

He was brought into the holding place and walked past more than a few prisoners till eventually they came along the Doctor. The Master let himself in and stood over the Doctor... before bursting into laughter. What? He looked hilarious like that! "Someone shouldn't of gone to the rodeo!"

[captoftardis]

The bathroom idea failed. As soon as they ripped off his tape for his request, they offered to help him. Of course he panicked, insisting he was capable of doing it alone thank you very much, and then immediately told them he didn't have to go anymore. Ugh, disgusting.

The tape was reapplied and he was back to square one. He must've dozed off because the next thing he sees is the Master entering the cell and laughing at his expense.

He growled and managed to kick his shin a couple times. Bastard. But at least he came back, and that counted for something, right?

[iehcsok]

The Master crouched down and looked the Doctor very before grinning. "This is actually an improvement, I'm fed up of hearing you natter on all the time. Why didn't I think of this? ... Do we have duct tape in the TARDIS?"

Hauling the Doctor up, he groaned and struggled to move the lanky git. Urgh, such an effort to move the bound up idiot.

"Oi! I'll give you lot some spoons if you help me move him to my vehicle?" the Master suggested to the guards that stood outside. And, unsurprisingly, they ran and took the Doctor off him. One problem solved.

The Master smirked and hauled his bag of shiny stuff along beside him. Oh and it was best to tell him while he couldn't argue back... "By the way, Doctor, we're out of spoons, forks and knives."

[captoftardis]

The Doctor was rightly angry now, what a friend! Not even bothering to untie him! What was the point of rescuing him, then!?

He squirmed angrily and muffled statements and curses could be guessed underneath the tape. He didn't care about the lack of utensils, that was the least of his worries, he just wanted to be untied!

And how was he able to walk so casually inside and not be in the same situation? Everything was just making the Doctor more and more irritated.

[iehcsok]

The Master had told them several things, from his promise of the treasure to the fact that the Doctor was the one to stand on their holy land. Technically he was paying bail for the Doctor and they would come back for a court date but that as not going to happen.

The Doctor was carried outside into the open and the Master dropped his bag of shiny things in front of the little beasts waiting around them.

"There is your bail, can I take my pet now? Sorry he caused you such a fuss! Se you in April," the creatures grabbed their treasure and made a swift retreat before the Master could take it back and, with a smirk, the Master crouched down beside the Doctor. "Well... that was fun."

And yup, he ripped the tape off the mans mouth and accepted that he was going to get ranted to death.

[captoftardis]

"First of all, thank you for saving me." Because the Doctor was genuinely grateful for it, but here it comes...

Preceded by a frustrated growl, "Untie me now! There's nothing fun about this! You try landing on your face and see how that feels! Better yet, let's reenact this, why don't we!? You be me! Try being thrown about like a sack of potatoes! I bet I'm bruised everywhere."

And the rant just kept going... from there.

[iehcsok]

And the Master, for his part, stood there and listens. Or more... stood there. And didn't listen. And more played with the left over spoon in his pockets. Yep, he called dibs on this spoon! It was definitely going to be his, the Doctor could just eat with his hands.

"Blah. blah, blah, do you actually want to stop so I can untie you and we can go to the TARDIS or would you rather lie there yelling like a yodelling potato?"

And yes, that was a real thing. And he doubted the Doctor would like to learn of it. Crouching down, he started on the very stubborn and hard to undo knots. "I should of left the tape on."

[captoftardis]

"Shut up!" He snapped, but did finally stop ranting when the Master started to untie him.

When the rope was gone, the Doctor rubbed at his wrists and arms, glad to no longer have his arms held in uncomfortable positions. Slowly, he stood up and immediately had to grab the Master's shoulder to steady himself for a moment. "Right. TARDIS?"

He most definitely would like to go incase the aliens changed their minds, despite him almost paying money to see the Master get the same treatment.

[iehcsok]

The Master rolled his eyes and headed towards the TARDIS, heading back inside with a small sigh. Well, this was interesting to say the least. He couldn't really explain how confusing the whole thing had been to try and solve. Who knew it really would take a bag of shiny things.

"By the way everything and anything shiny was taken. Mostly from your room, of course. Your box of metal scrap, your alarm clock and all your cutlery."

It was pretty amusing to him but hey, that was because all his stuff survived and he'd managed to save a spoon as well.

"Oh and they want you to go back soon for the trial... so avoid this planet in future."