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He'd only wanted to go home, the Master reflected, as he paced the floor of his cell. Being trapped always grated on his nerves. Being stuck in an entire universe was bad enough! This cell was truly affecting his mind. He'd been here a week and he knew how many stones formed the walls, ceilings, and floor. He played with the numbers for hours, multiplying them, dividing them, using them as constants in some of his favorite complex formulas.

It was becoming late. He'd already been fed his dinner, a chunk of bread, dried meat, and a tomato. Evidently, his captors, for now, wanted him alive and healthy. They would eventually regret it, of course. The Master had escaped better prisons than this. It was only, if his own thoughts would forgive the expression, he chuckled, a matter of time.

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The Doctor answered the distress call sent out by Ianto and of course the TARDIS landed him far off from the Welshman and he found himself in a camp filled with very angry goblins, or very devious goblins who ended up knocking him out to drag him to the castle of their queen and to take old blue with them. The Doctor was soundly unconscious up until he was tossed into his very cold cell. He lies there on the floor with his arms splayed out in front of him. "That was very unwelcoming of you."

He doesn't notice Master right away as he slowly sits himself up and he goes to rub the back of his neck. "Picking on an unexpected traveler and his luggage. The manners you lot have are horrible. I'll be sure to dislike you on your Facebook pages." The Doctor calls out to the goblin guards as they leave the dungeon.

"I'm sure that's a dire threat that will leave them absolutely trembling, Doctor," the Master observed with fine sarcasm. "This was not what I had in mind, when I sent you that box."

For 12 there had been no distress signal. She ended up there completely by accident and, due to her nature, decided to explore assuring her darling TARDIS that she'd be more then okay. Course that was an assurance she was deeply reconsidering as she was carried (tied up and cursing loudly) to a cell that the tossed her cheerfully. She glowered as her own TARDIS was carried by.

The woman scrambled to her feet, unheeding of the other two men as she ran to the door with an unhappy pout. "This was uncalled for you know! Do you hear me!" She huffs.

Edited 2012-02-12 04:30 (UTC)

The Doctor lifts his head up when he hears Master's voice and there's a scowl. "Well it's a good threat." He rubs the back of his neck and he looks to see that they're not alone. "I wasn't expecting any of this. I was tracing a distress call and I ended up here."

He looks at the woman and he then turns to look at Master. "So you're the one who sent us that gift. Well that was a rather clever way to get yourself out of trouble." He groans and he glances back to the woman. "They're not going to listen. We're going to need to be clever and get out before our welcoming guests come back."

"Yes, do stop that noise," the Master agreed, addressing the woman. "It was a silly threat, Doctor, and, yes, it was clever of me, except it didn't work. You weren't supposed to get yourself captured."

She shoots them both disgusted looks before carefully examining the door muttering to herself about them being male chauvinist pigs. Before rolling her eyes. "Again you underestimate my sheer ability to get into trouble Koschei. Shame on you." She turns back to the door. "Could get into trouble just going to the bathroom in the TARDIS. Expect a least one dalek invasion."

She finally scoffs at the obstacle. "Well."

The Doctor just goes to watch the woman in the cell with him and don't mind him being a little awkward. "I'm sure Master tried the lock or he wouldn't of lured people here with a wedding gift."

He turns to look at Master and he holds a finger up. "I'll have to remember that trick."

The Master jolted, when the woman called him by his childhood name. Frowning, he stepped closer to her, studying her with more than his eyes. A familiar resonance came from her and not merely the telltale buzz of a Time Lord. His eyes widened.

"Doctor?"

"Well at least one of you figured it out." She responded lightly, flopping her jacket down on the floor before slowly sinking down to sit on it. "And fresh eyes always see a bit more. I have no doubt he studied the door with every logical thought process he had." She turns back to the Master, finding him to be the less grating at the moment. "Its been some time since I've seen this regeneration...how are you?"

The fact they're not getting out of this prison anytime soon is unnerving and The Doctor looks at the woman. "Doctor? I don't remember looking like that at all." He looks completely shocked. "Please tell me, please tell me that I'm not going to be?!"

This gets the attention of the minotaur guard that takes a plate of food and he throws it violently at the bars. "QUIET!" The bull rumbles before he goes to go back to his job of guarding.

"Yes, yes..." The Doctor looks at the plate of food that falls on the ground. "I'm fine besides the big walking cheeseburger is throwing a tantrum."

"I'm quite well, except for being trapped," the Master responded, dryly. "Yes, I tried the lock...several times in fact. Something is keeping it shut, even when the pins are in place to be open. It's not magnetics or psychic energy. I tried those."

"Then what is the third less logical choice?" She asks smiling slightly before looking at Eleven. "I'm your next regeneration Ducky. Get use to the curves. But hey look! Finally ginger!" And hella rude sometimes.

She stares at the mess with an annoyed look. "The other minotaur was much nicer." In a very odd round about sorta way.

The Doctor listens to Master and he isn't going to bother taking his sonic out if its not going to work. He's not going to chance it ending up in the paws of the guards or whoever brought them here. "So have you met with anyone else besides our rude guard?"

"Blimey, I'll keep this face a bit longer then." The Doctor groans about the idea of a botched regeneration that has him as a woman. "I'll give up the idea of being ginger too!"

"No, I haven't. I was captured and detained by a small armed force. I have not been informed of the reason for my capture."

He can't help laughing.

"I do love watching your various regenerations interact. You get along with yourself so poorly!"

Oh don't ever let her hear you think that 11. "If you do that I'll come back from whatever meta verse you create and bat you about the head I will. I'm fabulous and you adore being me. Why I get into places you can't just by puffing my chest out." Why yes...she is pleased with that.

"Its cause we are all so very annoyingly scattered with it comes to personality...and taste. What was I thinking with the bowtie..."

The Doctor listens to Master and he points to the goblins that wander the halls. "Let me guess, these guys got you too."

He then facepalms and shoots Master a dirty look. "Oh, that's because The High Council never approved of putting your regenerations in the same room."

The Doctor keeps his head in his hand when Twelve says what she does. "I'm growing very attached to this face. I'm not getting rid of it anytime so soon." He's wonder if he should of let the Valeyard win in that trial during days like this. "The bowtie is cool. Having a pair of Dalek bumps is just that a pair of Dalek bumps."

"They were there," the Master agreed, shrugging. "Ugly little things, but skilled fighters, nevertheless."

He gives the female Doctor's chest a very appreciative glance.

"I'm sure you do," he murmured, smirking.

"Dalek bumps! I'll show you dalek bumps when I get done with you!" She hissed, bowing up in a feline fashion. "I'll give you a whole set of them!"

12 huffed and sat back, glancing at the Master when she heard him murmur. She arched an amused eyebrow before stretching in a way that demonstrated her new ample chest. "Sides Dalek Balls have nothing on these."

"You just watch where you are poking that thing." Amy warned the small ugly creature who was shoving a spear in her general direction. It was getting a bit closer than she like. "I'm walking already, no need to get pushy."

One of the goblins grumbled to another. Amy frowned. "And that just sounded rude." She stumbled as she was pushed into the room, grunting lightly as she caught herself on some cell bars. Then she noticed the Doctor. "Oh, well this is where you've gotten yourself off to then. I don't know why I would be surprised." She commented as she was placed in her own cell.

When the creatures were gone, she crossed her arms. "Well now, what are you planning to do about this situation you've gotten us into?" She asked the Doctor.

(OOC - Amy is just assuming this 11th Doctor is her own, because why wouldn't she?)

"There's nothing wrong with a perfectly good set of Dalek bumps!" The Doctor's not in the mood to be hit repeatedly until he has numerous Dalek Bumps. "Course they do."

The Doctor looks back to Master and there's a frown on his face when he hears a familiar voice. He had left Amy go some twenty years ago to make babies with Rory. "I wonder.. I just wonder if this planet also has a Rift." He stares at the Pond intensely for a moment. "One is to see what our friends are up to, escape from this cage and eventually stopping them. Except there's one problem. My sonic screwdriver won't open these locks."

The Master gazed in amusement at the new arrival, chuckling as she confronted the Doctor. Once the Doctor was done defending himself, the Master stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

"Welcome to our temporary abode, young lady. I am the Master. What is your name, my dear? It's rare to hear one of the Doctor's companions scold him so thoroughly and so well. I must admit I'm impressed."

12 rolled her eyes at her 11th self before looking at Amy in surprise. She gave a small laugh at the Master's greeting.

"Well if you are impressed with her, Master Dear, you'd of loved Donna...or Rory. Rory decked me." That! She was impressed with. "I like gingers cause they are spunky."

Amy smiled. "Well as long as you have a plan." She tilted her head and poked at the bars. "They're not made of wood." She stated, knowing that to be one of the few things the Doctor's screwdriver never worked on.

She covered her mouth to try and keep in the aborted laugh at the Masters introduction. "Oh my Gawd." Her eyes sparkled with mirth. "The people where you come from really do all have odd names. I mean, Doctor, Master, Corsair... really?" She shook her head. "And the fashion. To be honest Doctor, I just thought you had to be... well... odd... but apparently it really is an alien thing." She gave the Master another look. "Though I have to say he does seem to pull off the look better than you Doctor."

She smiled at the man and waved. "I'm Amy Pond." Then she narrowed her eyes at the other woman in the dungeons. "And Rory is my husband." She stated possessively. "So just how do you know Rory?" She asked the very beautiful busty woman. "And he wouldn't hit a woman," She defended her man, "well, unless you were threatening our lives. In which case you totally deserved it."

The Doctor looks a bit cross and not only is he unhappy about being stuck in a prison cell. He looks at Master with a glare and he goes to grab hold of the tomato. "Good, remind me to introduce you to Evelyn Smythe one day."

He looks back towards Pond and he looks back at the tomato. "Yes, I know who you are. I know your husband well enough, well ex-husband for that matter." He looks at the other Doctor and he then returns his attention to Amy. "Well now, I think we need to focus on finding out why this lot wants three Time Lords. And, we also need to focus on getting ourselves home."

The Master laughed at their interactions. This was almost worth being imprisoned. He not only had the pleasure of meeting another Doctor, but a companion who seemed to avoid the usual, annoying hero worship.

"I'll be glad to meet her, Doctor, when the time comes," he assured her best enemy, before gracing the ladies with a charming smile. "My dear Mrs. Pond, don't be alarmed. The buxom ginger is another of the Doctor's incarnations, you see. Naturally, our freedom must be our first priority, Doctor, but even you seem to be having difficulty with the lock."

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