At least there was something happening in this... place. Wherever it was, it was making his head ache with... wrong. Yes, that was a good word for this place. Wrong, wrong, wrong. No proper flow of time, here.
The Master had wandered from the alley he'd stepped into instead of the corridor of the cruise ship into the hotel, and spotted the notice. And then found the party, without bothering to change from the clothes he'd been in. After all, if he could take a nice cruise in them, whoever was at the party could deal with them.
A bar caught his attention, and he grinned wolfishly, heading for it, humming to himself as he arranged a series of bottles next to a glass, already laying out the drink in his head. It turned out purple and fizzy and tasted rather of apples and scotch.
He turned back around, raising an eyebrow at the blond nearby. "Hello there, I don't believe we've met. I'm the Master, and you are?"