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When: Master's Wardrobe 1941
Who: Märet/

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Where: The Mansion

Märet can currently be found rummaging around in the machinery under the stairs. He knows the stairs are supposed to move - some esoteric Doctorish instinct told him to check, and he found the evidence of it pretty quickly - but something's wrong with them. He'll just be working to ferret out the problem, because he wants to add the staircase to the list of things he can ride in this house.

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John was picked up by the one with the very outlandish police box and of course now he's found himself at a mansion during The War of all places. The place was insane with a tap that served lemonade, moving chairs and of course there was the tree. He's not having an exceptionally great day and he wanders through the hallway to the stairs. "Is there something wrong with the stairs?" John tilts his head over to the side to see what the caretaker is up to. "You're the caretaker right?"

STRANGER DANGER!!

"Oh!" Märet still doesn't deal well with people he hasn't been introduced to - at least, not when he encounters them by himself. He turns to look at him, surprised, and drops his tool...and then turns again and tries to scramble into the tiny, machinery-filled cupboard space to hide. It doesn't work as well as he had hoped.

He should of resisted The Doctor's offer to get away from his problems a bit more. Interpol was just looking nice right now and now he's somewhere he shouldn't be.

Then there's the blond he ran into and he peers under the stairs. "Hello? I'm terribly sorry to have startle you."

Märet's managed to jam himself in underneath the machinery, but he's a bit stuck and really not very hidden at all. He twists to look at the other man, gaze flicking over him to quickly get the size of him.

"The Doctor-thing says not to talk to strangers alone," he says. What he doesn't clarify is that Andrew told him that to stop him from saying things that would worry people, rather than to keep him safe from stranger danger.

John leans himself against the stairs and he peers at the man that just got himself 'stuck'. He leans down to look at the mechanics of the stairs. "Doctor-thing?" John's a little confused but that's besides the point.

"I'm a copper. You know you can always talk to a copper. And the name's John. So we're not complete strangers now." He wants to get Maret unstuck before someone tries to use those stairs.

"A copper?" Märet's not sure whether to be reassured or further alarmed by that. The Master side of him certainly doesn't care for law enforcement (at least, not law enforcement that doesn't answer to him), but Andrew says they're sort of like coppers for aliens themselves.

He squirms uncomfortably, considering the situation. He's smart enough to know that if he stays under here and someone gets the stairs moving, he could be crushed. He's also smart enough to have disabled the stairs while working on them, but his current hiding place still leaves him feeling uneasy.

"I'm stuck," he says after a moment, coming to the conclusion that sharing this information is in his best interest at the moment.

"Yes, well I could say I'm not one anymore. The bloke with the bowtie and floppy hair insisted I come with him." John's not sure how he's going to break it to anyone about where he's been. They'll simply call him unstable and likely let him go.

He watches Maret twist himself in the stairs and he ums. "Yes, I could tell that you are stuck. Just be glad you found a copper who's an old army doctor."

He's going to try to help Maret from out of the stairs. "You're going to need to stay still." John pats himself down to see if he's got a torch on him. He finds a small pocket light and he shines it to see how bad Maret's wedged in.

"The other Doctor?" Märet knows a handful of people with floppy hair and bowties, and they're all Doctors or Doctor-things. He frowns to himself, trying to move and see how stuck he is and if he can squirm out himself. Luckily, the machinery isn't so tight around him as to hurt him - but he can't move his arms or get enough traction with his feet to make an escape.

Staying still is kind of hard for him, all the same.

"The other Doctor?" John asks, he's still confused by the entire thing. The fact that he's been faced with something so insane, such as time travel and the fact there's alien life out there. John doesn't give Maret a chance and he goes into the kitchen to get some hot soapy water.

He comes back and he goes to try to put it between the water and Maret. "This should loosen you up."

Well, he's pretty unlikely to get any clear answers from Märet about any of it anyway. The meta-meta squirms in John's absence, alarmed by his sudden, apparent abandonment.

The soapy water makes it easier to move, but he still doesn't have enough leverage to get himself out. "Pull my feet," he says, bracing his hands so he can push himself out while John pulls.

John grabs hold of the Meta-Meta's feet and he goes to pull. He grunts and he tries to get Maret free. "Now why did you try to get those stairs to work? I'm not sure I want to wake up in the middle of the night and.." He pulls again to try and free Maret. "Fall down a flight of moving stairs."

Märet wriggles and pushes as best he can as John pulls - and lucky him, he actually shifts! Once he's come loose from where he jammed himself in, it's easier to move more and clamber out of the machinery. Finally, he sits on the floor beside John, looking thoroughly disheveled.

"It was broken," he says, as if no further reason is needed.

"Just try to keep yourself out of trouble." John goes to peer inside at the machinery that's inside of the stairs. Its clever. Its very clever. "I think it's a good thing they're broken."

Märet gives a little huff at that. "You're not the Doctor-thing," he reminds the other man. Only the Doctor-thing gets to tell him what to do. He turns to gaze at the machinery and sighs.

"I bet I could fix them."

"No, I'm not the Doctor," John continues to peer into the stairs and he looks at the blond. "I think there's tools in the shed outside. If you want to fix them, I'm not about to stop you from fixing them. Just make sure there's an on and off switch."

He can only imagine someone having a nasty fall down the stairs. "I still didn't get your name."

"Dunno where the switch is," replies Märet sullenly. What does anyone need a switch for, anyway?

He hesitates a moment, but remembers that the man said he didn't count as a stranger. "Märetskaldenon," he supplies.

"Why don't we look for the switch first before we play with the stairs," John suggests, and he raises an eyebrow. "Bit of a mouthful." He sticks the flashlight under the stairs and he studies the mechanics. Its simply genius even if they don't work. "I just hope there's never going to be an inspection of the house. The rationing committee would have a fit."

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