+1 Time Travelling tea lover

[timeywimey_spacestuff]

"Well now, this is different, isn't it? Nice place."

The Doctor now walking through the Plaza, hands jammed inside the pockets of his pinstriped brown trousers with matching suit. He just wanted to get a feel of the new world he'd stepped into---or another dimension, since he'd been wanting to meet up with Rose and Mickey back at their flat. But, he'd ran into some trouble with the dimensional stabiliser and--BAM! He'd ended up here inside the Nexus. Was there a reason for this? Perhaps.

He sat at one of the benches and looked up at the sky, noticing a few cloud formations. At least he hadn't ended up on a barren, desolate planet or inside a black hole. That could have been bad. Very bad. This Nexus seemed like a nice place---almost like Earth in a way. Now, to meet the inhabitants. That was the big thing for the Doctor, who was a social butterfly when the need took him. The temptation to visit the many shops, taverns and other such places were tugging at the Doctor, as he directed his question to one and all.

"What's a Timelord to do in a place like this?"

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pulling this motherfucker out after ten years

[laser_not_sonic]

Well, well, who have we here? One's sense of timelines is necessary muddled in a place like the Nexus, but when it comes to the Doctor, the Master considers himself finely attuned to nuance. This, he's fairly certain, is the Doctor before he stumbled upon that human fool Yana at the end of the universe, before he had any idea that the Master had also escaped the devastation of the Time War.

And isn't that just fun? The Master could clap his hands with glee. And here in the Nexus, he needn't even worry about the consequences of crossing his timeline.

Instead, he idly fishes a satsuma out of his pocket from where he's leaning against a nearby streetlamp, tossing it and catching it a few times as he watches the Doctor shrewdly.

'A Time Lord can do what he likes, surely.' He lifts his voice just enough to answer the Doctor's question, shouldering himself off the streetlamp to idly meander in the Doctor's direction, still playing catch with the satsuma. He's smiling just a little, eyebrow up, waiting to see if the Doctor clocks him for who he is. 'Playing tourist? That's usually your bag, isn't it?'

((OOC: Hope it's not wildly too late to jump on this post! I saw and couldn't resist))