It's all AU.

The Doctor stepped back into the bedroom, having left to putter around in the TARDIS, an idea brewing in the back of his mind. It had taken a bit to find a proper picnic basket, since he couldn't quite remember where he'd left it, and a bit less to find a good blanket to go with the food and the bottle of wine he'd packed into the basket.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over to comb his fingers through Jack's hair, one corner of his mouth curling up in a warm grin. "Jack."

"You know, I think the thing I hate most about the 21st century is the lack of really good water proof lube. They're getting better with the silicone stuff, but that gets sticky. Oil's a crappy option because it breaks down the condoms. Makes getting *fucked* in a pool harder than it should be. Worth it, though." He didn't care who he was talking to. He was walking down the street in New New (New etc.) York licking an ice cream cone. Who he was talking to didn't matter; life was good, and so was his mood.

"Well, at least I can put off seeing the Master again for a while," the Doctor muttered to himself as he stepped out of his TARDIS onto what looked like a street in New New York. From the memories that were just returning though, he assumed it wasn't.

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.

She had thought that over the years she'd become more than prepared to meet herself, but here it had just been strange, especially considering she probably hadn't even scratched the surface of how many other Doctors there were here.
And Masters, those too...
After having met that particular Master, who was so like hers and yet so different, she felt a good stiff drink was in order.
This place was at least good for what you needed, so she found her way to the hotel bar quite quickly, and wasted no time in taking a seat and ordering herself a drink.
Now, if this place would just give her a moment to catch her breath...
She closed her eyes, cursing herself for thinking it. Of course, sod's law states...
She opened one eye a crack and peered to the side.

Leaving Adric to think over what they'd been talking about, the Master ambled down the street, looking for all the world like a man just out for an afternoon stroll. Well, perhaps a wealthy and a bit arrogant man, but nevertheless, trying his best to look like he was harmless. He glanced at various buildings around him, cataloguing them. Shops, a handful of office buildings, some open spaces with greenery. Some pubs, what gave the appearence of a club, a coffee-house that he made a note to return to later for further examination. A library further along, and a hotel.

All in all, rather a bland place so far. He stepped into the hotel, looking around the lobby, his lips twitching at the decor. Not a place that would be expensive, if he had to pay for it. And somehow, if this place was outside of space and time, he doubted he would have to. Not that he had any intention of doing so, even if they wanted some form of payment.

Ah, and there was who he was looking for. He smiled, the expression lighting up his eyes with a dangerous glint. "Jack Harkness. What a delightful surprise to find you here."

Leaving the pub behind, the Doctor wandered out into the street, his hands in his pockets as he walked along, not entirely certain what (or perhaps who) he wanted to be looking for. If he wanted to be looking at all, and not just enjoying the time away from his companions and the decision that he knew he'd been contemplating when he went to ask Jack to travel with him again.

"Can't leave him out there all on his own for too long, anyway," he muttered. "I'll turn around and find he's taken over half a galaxy, just to prove he can."

The Doctor looked around as he stepped out of the TARDIS, a small frown of consternation on his face. Anne was going to slap him when she saw where he'd landed the TARDIS this time. Though it wasn't as if he'd planned to end up in men's loo. It was just where the old girl had landed.

He turned around to warn his companion of the issue, raising his eyebrows when he saw nothing but blank, tiled wall. At least he didn't have to worry about her stepping out into the loo. He'd like to know where his TARDIS had gotten off too, and who'd managed to deposit him in a twenty-first century men's loo instead of Torchwood's underground lair, though.

Shaking his head, he turned back, pulling open the door, and stepped out into a pub, looking around with interest. It looked like a nice British pub, maybe one in Cardiff if he was lucky. And not too far off from where his TARDIS had landed, in space and time. Though he'd still like to know how that had happened, him stepping out somewhere and possibly somewhen other than where his TARDIS had landed.

He stepped up to the bar, leaning against it, and watching the bartender. Not human, which meant his first hope was out the window. They didn't have robotic bartenders by the time he was aiming for.

"Excuse me," he asked the person next to him, "you wouldn't happen to have the date?"