PARADISA

[The Master wakes up, but doesn't remember he is the Master. He's been aged back to the human equivalent of fifteen, which is around seventy years old for a Time Lord. He doesn't remember his chosen name of Master, but only his childhood nickname, Koschei. He gets out of bed, beaming. Today is the Human celebration of Halloween, which means candy! He begins pulling on his costume, that of a medieval prince.

Now, to explore the castle and see what treats and tricks await!]


(ooc: His costume is essentially Edmund's Narnian outfit in Prince Caspian.)

[The Master is stumbling around the castle--literally stumbling. You might not think the past and future of a floor would be so different from the present, but it can be. The Master is used to seeing the past, present, and future, all at once. Now, the present is...missing. He's lost one third of his vision and is disoriented. He's trying to get to the clinic, though he has little hope that they will be able to help him. He does, however, have his journal open and it seems to be functioning normally.]

Doctor? South? I require some assistance, if either of you are in the castle.

[The Master is wandering around the carnival grounds, feeling rather suspicious. He does not trust the castle to be purely kind and frankly? He's seen a few carnival-themes horror movies! He's going to be looking around and behind things with great care. However, he's not adverse to having fun and the food is good. He also has his journal on him and fastened open, so he can converse with everyone...and be alerted, if anyone starts to scream.]

Well, so far this seems almost innocuous.

[The Master sat on his bunk in the Athena cabin, working on design sketches. His journal lays open nearby.]

You know, fellow campers, I honestly can't make up my mind if the castle is trying to make us stronger or destroy us utterly. If it's the latter, I don't think it's very successful. I, for one, am enjoying camp. I've been building weapons, well, a chariot, and I dearly hope the hellhound follows us back to the castle. One thing I have to give Paradisa, the pets are fascinating.

[And by fascinating, he means dangerous.]

[The Master had woken up to something tugging on his beard in an irritating matter. He had sat up abruptly, instantly wide awake. A small huff and childish babble had greeted his movements, as something fell from his chest to his lap. The Master found himself staring down at a very small child, around the equivalent of eighteen Earth months...a toddler.

"Da da," the child had mumbled, gazing up at the Master with wide, blue eyes.

Now the Master is sitting outside, under a tree. The child is playing with some hastily improvised toys, while the Master addresses the rest of the castle via journal. He recalls someone mentioning children appearing before and there are enough other children running around that he knows this is some event the castle is inflicting on them. Still, he wants more information. He always wants more information.

What he really wants is the Doctor to come rushing out in indignation at the idea of the Master taking care of a child and relieve him of her. She's cute enough, no doubt, but the Master's plans do not include being a single parent.]

All right, my dear captives, the castle has decided I need a toddler in my life. I woke up this morning to find in my keeping a small girl, who persists in calling me "da da." I prefer danger to absurdity. Could someone give me an explanation of this event and what I can expect? I'm calling the child Helen.

[The Master is sitting at a cafe in Striaton City. His swablu is sitting on the Master's shoulder, a compromise from wanting to sit on his head. The Master has no desire to even remotely resemble the Black Guardian. He and the swablu are both enjoying some food and drinks. The Master opens his journal and addresses the other residents, ignoring any strange looks the people of this world might give him.]

Well, my fellow residents, I've had an interesting day. I took the bicycle the castle so kindly provided and went to Striaton City early this morning to learn more about these pokemon creatures. It was quite informative, particularly on the subject of training.

I've decided to train my swablu, who is now named Ararauna, in the hopes she will evolve. I'm informed this requires training and experience in Pokemon battles. So, is anyone interested in a match?

[The Master is in his room. He used his TCE on one of the lobster things and is prodding it with the tip of a knife. It appears dead. The Master has his journal open and dictates to it.]

So, my fellow captives. The castle has decided to become infested with something that resembles a lobster. I've managed to shrink one with my tissue compression eliminator. I'm debating between dissecting this thing and simply boiling it for my dinner. Lobster is, after all, quite tasty.

[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?