The Call

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As the 'day' of the appointment arrives, relative to the council on Gallifrey's time, the Time Lords make good on the unspoken threats in their invitations. Those who do not arrive are hunted, tracked through the universe by the very machines they flee in.

Ripples and disturbances in time, abominations and paradoxes, fixed points and impossibilities, these are the easiest to find and to track, but the truly clever and resourceful--and sometimes the lucky--might just avoid the sweeping hands of Gallifrey and its hounds.

Yet, those with metacrises born of this December's crisis will find the further they try to run away from Gallifrey, the more difficult it becomes. As if the rift itself is acting up, every step in the wrong direction brings increasing agony upon the metacrises, and even upon their counterparts the strain is that of walking further than their mental leashes allow.

You may run, but how long can you hide from the call of the Time Lords?

[OoC: The time has come to face the music. Another post will be made for the actual Council meeting, but threading out attempted or successful escapes, captures, or even willing arrivals will be made here. Thread-jumping will be allowed only within reason, considering the differing time and space between the threads.

Remember: If you didn't participate in All Hands plot and land yourself with a metacrisis, you can choose to escape with some cleverness on the part of your character. If you do have a metacrisis, however, capture and arriving on Gallifrey is inevitable.]

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[traken-master.livejournal.com]

"That depends on them," the Master replied, shrugging. "Ideally, it would be good to bargain. If that is not possible, I will do whatever is necessary to free myself and my TARDIS. We do have one advantage: the element of surprise. They are underestimating us. These Time Lords have never heard of the Doctor and the Master. I think they're in for a surprise."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Strange how they haven't. Makes you wonder what their universe is like without us." And there he went again, forgetting he wasn't the Doctor. Andrew sighed.

"Bargain with what?"

[traken-master.livejournal.com]

"Calmer, no doubt," the Master answered, chuckling. "Though, it does make me wonder what their Earth is like, without the Doctor's constant vigilance!"

The Master took a moment to consider all the dangers Earth had escaped through the Doctor's intervention, then returned to the matter at hand.

"Again, what we bargain with will depend on them and their true purpose for conducting this trial. We're renegades, Andrew, with experience and expertise that they can only imagine. We can find ways to make ourselves useful, even invaluable, once we know more about what is happening."

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew frowned. Unless the Earth's early interactions with extraterrestrials were considerably different in these Time Lords' home universe, that Earth had probably been destroyed in the absence of the Doctor several times over by now. "I'd be afraid to find out," he said out loud, cringing at the thought.

"If they'll tell us anything," he pointed out. "Hard to bargain when you don't know what the other side needs."

[traken-master.livejournal.com]

"Difficult," the Master agreed, "but not impossible. They aren't all knowing or all powerful, you know that. They'll make a mistake or let something slip that they don't mean to. It's simply a matter of paying attention."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Cooperation, then, to start," said Andrew glumly. He didn't enjoy cooperating with officials in general, much less with ones that had kidnapped him and put him on trial. "I don't like it," he said aloud, though it hardly needed saying.

[traken-master.livejournal.com]

The Master chuckled, amused at his expression.

"Naturally, you inherited the Doctor's hatred of authority. Yes, Andrew, for now, cooperation is wisest," the Master agreed, "whether we like it or not."

The Master didn't like it either. He hated it and was feeling rather vengeful. Still, there was a time and place for everything and now was the time to seem to comply.