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[demnify]

Characters: Fifth Doctor (2nd Deviance), the Master (1st Deviance)
Location: SOMEWHERE. D:
Time: Um days ago.
Summary: Five and the Master shag TALK AND STUFF.
Warnings: SHAMELESS SEX No, just them talking and possibly idk being them.

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[miseardae]

The Doctor, through much trial and error, had discovered that the TARDIS absolutely refused to leave London. Oh, he travelled through a few different eras, but never to a different city, let alone a different world.

It was quite infuriating, and he was now certain something was interfering; he should have realised it sooner.

His frown was deep, pensive, when he spotted the Master; it faded immediately, and he quickened his stride.

"Master. What precisely are you doing in London?" His tone wasn't suspicious, simply curious, and a tad bewildered.

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"... Doctor?"

He stared in relative shock, mild confusion. The Doctor had suddenly stepped out of non-existence and onto the planet. It wasn't a teleporter, because there were none of the tell tale signs of teleportation involved with his sudden appearance.

"I'm not in London. I'm on this bloody planet." He paused and began to methodically examine the Doctor. "And you... just suddenly stepped out of nothing."

[miseardae]

He stopped several feet from the Master, his brow furrowed as he shook his head.

"That doesn't make sense. I was trying to travel to your planet but my TARDIS apparently can't leave London - I'm afraid I gave up and took a walk, and there you were."

He briefly considered that the Master could be lying, but no, he looked genuinely surprised, confused - and how would that benefit him, in the end?

"Are, rather. ...You're standing in the middle of a park."

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"If you've just stepped out of your TARDIS, there is a problem." The Master gestured to behind the Doctor. "There is nothing there."

He listened carefully, intently; though his yellow eyes are narrowed and suspicious - if he had hackles, they might've been raised. Instead, he remained simply on guard and a tad wary.

"I'm in no park, my dear Doctor. This is a savanna. Over there," he gestured to his side, "is a column of fire. Over there," he gestured again, "is a sort of sand dune."