It's all AU.

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He scowled, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them still, not particularly looking where he was going.

The Master had acquired pastries and coffee, and was in search of Jack, in rather a cheerful mood. Things were on the mend with Jack, he hadn't seen the Doctor since he came here - though he thought he'd spotted his TARDIS at one point - and his mind was delightfully quiet.

He headed for the hotel, hoping that Jack had come back last night, even with him absent from the room, nearly running into someone unfamiliar in the lobby.

"Oh, sorry about that, a bit distracted," he said brightly, sidestepping rapidly, careful not to spill the cups of coffee he was holding.

The Doctor wandered out towards the center of town. ( Cut for Spoilers for 4x13 )
He tapped the rhythm of the drums on his thigh as he walked, trying to recreate that beat.

The Master sat on the edge of a roof, feet dangling off the edge as he leaned back on his hands, watching the sky. Contemplating the swath of stars that were impossible, among other things.

"You know, I'm an idiot," he said out loud, though he didn't expect anyone to answer him.

The Master was sitting the in the library, reading War of the Worlds. Because it was amusing. 'Intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic' indeed.

The Master methodically shredded leaves, leaning back against the trunk of the tree he sat in, one leg dangling off the side of the broad branch underneath him. Quiet, and faintly aware that his fingers were moving in time to the distant pounding at the back of his mind. Struggling against the instinct to go searching for Jack after he woke up alone.

Alone for the third morning in a row, here, and having hunted around town for the last two days, searching for his Jack. He suspected that this place had sent him home, because he just couldn't accept that Jack might be hiding. Not from him.

With an irritated sound, he flung the leaves he'd been shredding away, and slid off the branch to drop to the ground. Meeting the gaze of the person standing there, he scowled, snapping, "What?"

The Master scowled, running a hand through his hair as he glared down at the sketch he was working on. Schematic drawing, really. For a laser screwdriver, like the prototype he had at home. Except that there was something missing.

He leaned back in his chair, throwing the pencil across the room, listening to it clatter against the wall behind the bar with a faint smile on his face. At least it wasn't all a waste.

A movement at the door caught his attention, and he smiled slightly. "Just a bit frustrated," he offered in explanation. No apology, never an apology.

The Master hummed to himself as he stepped out of the hotel. Jack was still asleep, curled up on the bed in the room they'd laid claim to after leaving the party. Time to explore, before he woke up. Maybe find something to take back with him, something fun. Or someone fun, the Master wasn't terribly picky at the moment.

Stepping into what looked like a bakery, he studied the variety of pasteries and breads on display. With no till and no evidence of anyone around to care if he took anything. Well, not behind the counter. He tilted his head, studying the other man. Other Time Lord, if he wasn't too mistaken. Which he could be, with his senses a bit scrambled here.

"Nice suit," he finally said, leaning against the counter, more interested now in this other person than the pasteries that had drawn him into the shop.

The Master was sitting at one of the tables savoring a shot of whiskey as he waited for people to show up. He'd traded out of his usual politician's suit, for a longer, more closely tailored knee length jacket, and had actually lost the tie. The white rose remained pinned, of course.

Everything was set up. Tables, large enough for 4 or 5 people to sit comfortably, around the outside of the room. Food and open bar at the far wall from the doors. And still a fairly large space in the middle for dancing. It was going to be interesting to see how many people showed up, because frankly he wasn't sure what the population of the town was. He couldn't help but wonder, given the malleable and mind bending nature of the this place - if more people showed up then could really fit, would the room mysteriously seem bigger? It wasn't a completely absurd idea, here.

As predicted, there were no Doctors with red roses and black converses in sight, yet.