Time and Time Again (alone in the dark)

[decreeddarkness]

Who: Adam, The Master and OTA.
What: Arrival? Awakening?
When: Unknown. Something is wrong with the Master's time sense.
Where: Also unknown. Where is he? What is this place? How long has he been here?
Rating: R for reruns
Status: Open and complete.

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[lpotter]

Lily Evans was about to be married. Yes, it was absurd to be planning a wedding in the middle of a war. Completely barmy, but it was happening. She could blame James Potter all she wanted, but it wouldn't really do much to blame him entirely. After all, she loved him and was just as much a culprit.

But all of a sudden, Lily wasn't back in London, anywhere that appeared to be in England at all, for that matter. Nowhere she'd recognized. It was a place that was sort of familiar, but not entirely so. A small, sleepy town with some sort of magical feel to it.

She walked around in clothes not entirely befitting the era, though she was entirely unaware that she'd traveled in time. The first person she saw looked a little too creepy to approach, but all the same, Lily went up to him, wand clutched tightly in her right hand.

"Hullo there?"

[hasthatright]

The Master had expected to feel far worse than he did. Resurrection, insanity, assassination, self-sacrifice--these things took it out of a person. Instead, he felt...discomfort from the hard cement. Woolly in the mouth. A bit peckish.

He picked himself up and regarded the human girl who had addressed him.

"Yes?" he widened his eyes with an expression of, what? Significance? "Hello."

[lpotter]

"Are you all right there?"

He certainly sounded as if he were British. Maybe she was still in the UK. That would be preferable to some unknown location.

"Er. Do you know where we are?"

[hasthatright]

"Why, does it seem like there's something wrong with me?" The Master's voice was earnest, full of genuine curiosity. "Aside from not knowing--well..."

He paused to taste the air, to lick his finger and hold it up to the atmosphere. "Earth" --he made a face-- "early twenty-first century? 44 degrees north, 77 degrees west, plus or minus a few minutes. Speaking of which, do you have the time? I seem to have lost it."