It's all AU.

It was an absurd hour, and the Doctor was the only person in the hotel's dining room, at least for the moment. He got himself a cup of tea and sprawled out in one overstuffed arm-chair, and after a bit of dragging and wrestling, propped his feet in another.

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.

The Master took the oppotunity to slip away while the Doctor went to check her assertation that the TARDIS wasn't registering any time. She'd much rather explore, and see if this was a suitable substitute for the habitable, but unihabited, planet she'd been intending on leaving the Doctor on. Habitable, but not due to evolve any sentient life for another million years. Or even be visited by any intelligent species for a good long while after that.

As she stepped outside, looking up at the wash of stars, she raised an eyebrow. That set of constellations was like no other she'd seen before. Or, in fact, had any inkling existed. Though the buildings around her made it appear that this wasn't going to be an impossible place for the Doctor to escape. Well, back to plan A - get the Doctor to that planet, then find a place to start taking over the universe.

After she found a way out of this place, anyway. Which, at the moment, wasn't too high a priority. She doubted the Doctor would figure it out before she did.

Leaning against the wall, she waited for someone to come by, an idea forming in the back of her head.

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."