Arrival

[traken_master]

[The Master can't contain a howl, as much as he despises the barbaric impulse, as the Cheetah Planet dissolves around him. Expecting death, he is pleased, but stunned, to find himself in a strange room. Spinning around, he sees only opulence. A huge bed dominates one side of the room, done in tasteful black and green. Bed room furniture is arrayed tastefully around the area, leaving it open, yet cozy.

Growling softly, the Master stalks around, examining his surroundings. He wants to know where he is and how he got here! Coming around to the desk, the Master spies a plain journal laying on top. He opens it, hoping to discover the identity of the room's owner. The journal is strange, done in many different hands. Some of the entries seem to be answering each other! The Master sets the journal down, still open, idly flipping pages.]

What's going on? What is this place?

Comments

[cricketycricket]

[the howling and the growling are par for the course in Cair Paradisa, really, so Five pays them no mind. he's just getting things in order after returning from his training with York, up in the mountains, idly puttering about with the journal open on the console.

but that voice stops him in his tracks - and possibly both hearts, too.

he's supposed to be dead - gone, forever. both in their world and this one, if what they found in the ruins of Libet are any indication. he breathes in, slowly, and pads over to the journal.

one word was never more appropriate]



What.

[traken_master]

[One simple word, but the Master recognizes that voice, a voice he hasn't heard in centuries, but as familiar to him as his own. Oh, he's torn now, between fury and elation. Nothing could be more stimulating or a greater sign of danger.]

My dear Doctor. Is this your doing, somehow?

[cricketycricket]

[his breath catches in his throat.]

No ...

[but it's more a statement of disbelief than denial]

It can't be...

The Doctor

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine is listening in to the new arrival when she hears the Doctor's worrying tone. That gets her attention fast.]

What is it, Doctor?

Dairine

[cricketycricket]

This man, the one who's just arrived ... he's one of my oldest and best enemies. His name's The Master, and he has the potential to be very dangerous. He's a Time Lord, like me.

[cheerupemoborg]

Another arrival...

This place is called Paradisa.

[traken_master]

[The Master starts, when a voice comes from the journal. He swallows, trying to keep in the low growl building at the back of his throat. He might not understand the source, but someone, somewhere, has answers he needs. Manners first, however.]

I am the Master. Who are you?

[cheerupemoborg]

[Nice title this guy has.]

Me? Hank Henshaw.

Written;

[isbritishgov]

You have been taken to a world not of your own, and where as of yet, a chance to return is not yet known.

MH

Re: Written;

[traken_master]

[The Master watches the writing appear, fascinated. Well, if voices worked both ways, perhaps writing did too! The Master found a pen in the desk and wrote his response.]

I had not mistaken this world for Gallifrey, but thank you. Do you know why I have been brought here?

Written until I say otherwise

[isbritishgov]

[Very good! You catch on quick mister.]

No, I do not. And none of the possible reasons presented have any true merit to them.

MH

[kamenriderdecade]

Welcome to hell.

Kitchen's on the first floor.

[traken_master]

Thank you. I'm not hungry, as yet. What makes this place hellish?

[inafadingcrown]

[Really, the anger and indignation at being trapped are par for the course for Paradisa. Galadriel might have ignored the entry, had she not caught the Doctor's reaction to it. Well. This should prove interesting, at the very least, if not important. He's certainly caught her attention.]

You are acquainted with the Doctor?

[traken_master]

[The Master laughs, loud and long, with his head thrown back.]

Oh, yes, my dear, I certainly am acquainted with the dear Doctor! May I ask who you are?

Galadriel

[cricketycricket]

Do you remember the memories I've shown you ... of my oldest and best enemy?

[he hopes he won't need to spell it out]

Dictated

[youhavebeenflynned]

Welcome to Paradisa. Consider yourself abducted by some wicked means inside of it, mate.

Re: Dictated

[traken_master]

Thank you. So many people, yet you haven't managed to free yourselves? Surely, if we act in concert we can overwhelm or outwit our captors?

Dictated

[hullo_sweetie]

You're in another dimension and you're trapped here like the rest of us. However, as far as alternate dimensions go, this one is quite interesting.

Re: Dictated

[traken_master]

[He frowns.]

If this place is a trap, then who are our captors?

River

[hulloeverything]

Um. River. You may want to be careful what you say. Have I... or will I ever have... told you about the Master?

[hulloeverything]

[Oh he knows that voice. Oooooooooh does he know that voice. He's simultaneously gladdened and deeply saddened to hear that voice. And by the sounds of it he was straight from the last time they'd seen each other. He smiles softly, voice a little wistful as he dictates]

Well look what the kitlings dragged in.

[traken_master]

[The voice isn't one the Master recognizes, but how many beings could be here, who knew about his stay on the Cheetah Planet? How interesting that this place contained more than one Doctor!]

Indeed, Doctor. I can only hope that whatever brought me here is half as accomadating as those creatures.

[dreams_in_red]

[oh no. No no no no no. Not you. You just dredged up a metric ton of painful memories for Lucy... so for the time being, she is staying shut the fuck up]

[traken_master]

[The journal seems to work on a psychic level, so the Master senses a listener. Well. He'll have time later to learn who everyone is...and where they stand.]