It's all AU.

Jack sprawled out on the carpet in a salon in the hotel, studying the ceiling, "I think, and I could be wrong, that that is a representation of the Star Cluster visible from Ralaenin Six."

Lisa hadn't been able to go back to her world and the world here had Ianto. A Ianto that wasn't the one she knew. One that didn't know her and so, she'd found a door with a place that wasn't anything like home. It hadn't taken very long though before she got bored and ventured out back into the hotel or hub or whatever it was.

She got a cup of decent coffee and sat down to watch the people walking by.

Romana wandered out of the hotel and down the street, looking for any sign of the Doctor, whatever point in time he might come from. Being brought here and her encounter with the Master had rattled her, but she was still determined to try to discover the rules of this strange place, and get back to her proper time, if possible. She was fairly certain that if the Doctor had been here for while, he'd be investigating too. He might even have answers. And despite what the Master said, she was sure he'd be happy to see her.

The Doctor skipped down the street, humming to herself as she looked into shops, trying to avoid thinking about the reason she was currently exploring shops instead of dragging her companions off on another adventure. Well, dragging her companion off on another adventure after dropping her unexpected passenger off in Cardiff. She really didn't like the idea of having Jack in her TARDIS for too long, no matter how much the woman pouted. It really just was... well, wrong.

She shook her head, peering into another window, studying the jewelry displayed. "Now that's a girl's best friend. Especially if the girl has a TARDIS which needs parts," she said out loud, not particularly caring if someone heard her. It wasn't as if she had companions to complain she was acting funny at the moment, anyway. "Wonder if that's the right size to fit..." she muttered, quieter, trying to visualize the repair she was contemplating. After all, if she was outside time and space, she could finish up some repairs she'd been intending to make, and still have time for some proper exploring in the bargin.

The sounds of a TARDIS materalizing where unmistakable. But unlike the other TARDISes that were hanging about this place, as it landed, the appearance shifted to blend into the landscape, taking on the appearance of a lightpost outside of one of the shops. Despite the unfamiliarity of the TARDIS, the man that stepped out of it would have been a well known face to many of those in these parts.

That was, if he wasn't wearing a leather jacket and a shirt that looked like a reject from a 70s thrift store.

And if the smile on his face hadn't been quite so sincere.

Taking a deep breath, he spun, taking in the town from every angle before giving a slight laugh and petting the lightpost, "Getting a little off, are we, my dear? This doesn't look like Traken at all."

Leaning against the open door of her TARDIS, the Doctor kept her eyes closed, listening to the faint hum in the back of her head, and every so often taking a sip from the glass of whatever cocktail the bartender had given her. Something involving bananas and mangos and copious amounts of alcohol and other elements she was deliberately not trying to individually identify, just letting the gestalt flow across her tongue and down her throat. She'd contemplated chasing after the Master, but the grumble from her TARDIS had kept her from going far.

"Shh. We'll be fine," she murmured, talking out loud even though she knew the TARDIS didn't require verbal communication. A wave of irritationannoyancedoubt flashed back at her, and she grimaced, taking another sip of the drink before sending her own pulse back at her ship, reassurancelovewarmth. "Seriously, we'll be fine. And we'll get back to Mark and Jack before the universe ends." She paused, rolling the glass in her hand a moment. "Or they get eaten."

She wasn't paying a lot of attention to the place they'd landed in, and didn't really hear the person approaching until a nudge from her TARDIS had her opening her eyes. "Hello there. You wouldn't happen to know where I am?" She smiled cheerfully at the other person, before adding hastily, "Besides in a hotel bar, I noticed that when I opened the door, no matter certain other Time Lords assertations to the contrary."

She didn't crack a smile as she threw the levers, pressing buttons, and all but glared at the jury-rigged console as she sent the TARDIS dematerializing, despite the Doctor's frantic attempts to stop her, and get the doors back open for her companions. The Master didn't want them in here, didn't want them to interfere with her plans.

Besides, that would give the Doctor allies against her, and it was bad enough that this was the Doctor's TARDIS in the first place. Though she was responding well to the Master's input.

Well, so the Master thought, until the jolt of landing told her something was wrong. She glanced at the screens, frowning slightly in puzzlement. She'd intended to take them into the Vortex, then find a place she could deposit the Doctor that was out of the way in time and space while she worked on returning to the power she deserved. This... wasn't the Vortex, and it wasn't someplace she recognized as safely out of the way, either.