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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 3, 2011 19:39:10 GMT -5
(awesome siggy ....you know you can play any and all Masters  ) Ten continued to stand there in the position that he had been in, waiting for a response from his Third self. It was quite an experience to be confronted by yourself -- but it became all the more complicated the more regenerations of himself there were. ___________ Tyler hadn't been paying attention to where he was going. Inadvertently, he ended up almost running into several people, one of them being a strange looking man with a piece of celery sticking out of his pocket. |
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Post by The Master on Mar 4, 2011 14:41:00 GMT -5
(Thanks. I'm just starting to get warmed up with Masters here. I've got my brand new post-John Simms one, and the classic Roger Delgado Master here so far. Maybe someday I'll start some new thread called "The Six Masters" and really go to town.)
At a small outdoor cafe near the British Museum, the Master sat across from the Master and regarded himself with suspicion.
"Now then," said the younger of the two, "If you are me, albeit older, why don't you recall why I am here?"
The older of the two sipped at his coffee. "Elementary temporal physics, something I didn't pay as much attention to in the Academy as I should have."
He paused, and the younger acknowledged this statement with a nod. "You've crossed our timeline -"
"I have?" interrupted the younger, "And why, pray tell, do you assume that I am the responsible party?"
The older glared at the younger. "Because my iteration of our TARDIS was kidnapped by Daleks some 100 trillion years from now. I am quite stranded here, with no ability to travel in time, until it finds its way back. So you must be the one that crossed our timeline, by simple process of elimination."
"Daleks? Why would they have done that?"
"I don't know. I was hardly in a position to demand answers from a battlecruiser. But we digress. The reason that I don't remember this meeting is that it simply hasn't happened yet. For either of us. Once the intersection resolves itself, you will remember you part of it and I will remember both sides of it, and that will be that."
The younger nodded his head. "Yes, that does sound familiar now that you say it. But, since I really didn't pay that much attention, how is it that you understand it?"
"I got interested in the subject after being sent into the Death Zone to rescue five different regenerations of the Doctor."
The younger cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Would I lie to you?"
The younger considered that for a moment. "If there was some advantage to be had by doing so, yes."
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Post by The Fifth Doctor on Mar 4, 2011 16:24:34 GMT -5
"Oh, sorry, um, hello, my name's the Doctor, I don't suppose you could tell me the date?" Five asked the man who had suddenly bumped into him.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 5, 2011 17:32:31 GMT -5
Tyler stared at the man he had run into. Why had he apologized? Tyler thought it was HE who had run into the man.
"It's....it's....I don't remember the date...I'm sorry," Tyler answered truthfully. He hadn't signed any papers that day or looked at a calendar or planner.
"But I should be the one apologizing to you -- I ran into YOU," Tyler said. "Oh...so you're a doctor...where is your practice? I'm Tyler, by the way."
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Post by The Master on Mar 25, 2011 21:07:36 GMT -5
The older of the two laughed, white teeth a sharp contrast against dark skin. "Touche," he said, "touche. But if I were to lie to you, it would be about something less trivial."
The younger sipped at his coffee. "And so you want to know why I am here."
"Of course."
The younger considered. "Osirian technology."
"Impressive," the elder said. "Surely they don't have anything useful on display here, though. I'm certain I would have noticed."
"No, no," the younger said with an offhand wave of his hand. "Most of that was destroyed about a century ago, by the Scarman Expedition. But there is a transmitter, which I should be able to use to track down the source of the Osirian technology on this planet."
"Admirable," the elder conceded. "Osirian technology rivals that of Gallifrey, and even exceeds it in a few points."
"And why are you here?" the younger asked.
"For reasons that I am rapidly discarding, at this moment." The younger glowered, and the elder held up a pacifying hand. "No, not because I plan to steal your idea - eventually, we will both benefit from it. No, I am considering abandoning my current plan because I have conceived of a grander scheme. One that will require the talents of the both of us."
The younger gave him a questioning look. "Really?" he said, dryly.
"Yes, really. Tell me: have you ever heard of the Eleven Day Empire? Or did we learn about that after your time?"
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 28, 2011 20:33:12 GMT -5
(Ten is waiting for a response from Three, and Tyler is waiting for a response from the General)
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Post by The Fifth Doctor on Jun 14, 2011 17:08:59 GMT -5
"My practise....MY PRACTISE! Of course..my practise...I don't really, have a, it's more of a nickname, you know? But I can do doctory things, why would they...call me the Doctor..if I couldn't do, doctory...things I don't suppose you'd like to join me for some fish and chips?" The Doctor rushed out awkwardly.
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Post by The Seventh Doctor on Jun 17, 2011 18:54:38 GMT -5
The Seventh Doctor was clinging to his TARDIS console for dear life as it spun and bounced around the time vortex violently. The control room was in state of disarray, he was in the middle of changing the desktop setting when the wheezing of the TARDIS engines began, then the Console Room shook violently.
'One of two things is happening' he thinks, trying to reestablish some control of the TARDIS, ' The TARDIS knows I need to be some where very soon, or some force is drawing it to its current course.'
He manages to smooth the journey to this unknown destination; in no time at all he arrives. He grabs his hat and question mark umbrella then heads for the door preparing for the worst…
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