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2 [Accidental Visual | Location: Mount Perdition]

[ooc: Backdated to be after this, feel free to ask the Doctor wtf he is doing or poke/laugh at/check on the Master.]

When the tablet flickered on it was obvious that something was amiss. The Doctor and the Master were both in the frame, though the tablet itself seemed to be in the hands of a third, unseen person who hadn’t realised it was active, as there was quite a bit of floor in the shot as well. Both Time Lords were close together, their foreheads touching, and it was apparent that the Doctor had been part of the way through saying something when the tablet was activated.

“—sorry.”

Then the Master screamed like someone in agony, reeling back from the Doctor like he’d been burned, arms flailing wildly as though he was trying to fend off an invisible attack. The building they were in shuddered and whoever was holding the tablet dropped it, throwing the image into a disarray of walls, floor, and ceiling before it stopped, showing the Doctor. He rose slowly, his face an almost cold and distant mask as the Master continued to sob and scream, shouting the word ‘no’ more than once among the other sounds of his distress.

The room shuddered again and the Doctor was moving, picking up the tablet – his hand filling the screen for a moment – and running from the room, leaving the Master behind. Though the screams could still be heard as he raced through the building, the tablet broadcasting a confusing jumble of running feet, half-seen glimpses of ornate furniture and architecture, and the Doctor’s face.

It was difficult to tell, but there was something else strange in the way the building shook, doors banging open and closed like the place was home to a very upset poltergeist , and at least once the Doctor ducked as an unseen object flew across the room towards him.

A shot of a door loomed out of nowhere and there was a bang as he burst through it, yelping in pain as a flying object caught the side of his head. The sound of the Master’s tortured yelling finally stopping as the gloom of the building gave way to too-bright sunlight. The Doctor must have tripped then, as the sky suddenly became red grass, then sky, then grass, over and over as he rolled a distance and finally stopped, the tablet showing his slightly-bruised profile as he lay sprawled on his back staring at the sky and breathing hard.

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Willow's bad news senses were tingling like little red beacons of bad tidings. She looks pretty disgusted and worried about whatever was happening over there.

"What the heck is going on over there? Are you all right?"

"Oh, hello there," the Doctor greeted semi-cheerfully, managing a smile and doing his best not to look too tired or anything.

"Have we met?" He was fairly certain he'd never seen her face before, but there had to be a few people in the city he wasn't familiar with, some of which apparently knew who he was from before. That might explain it.

Remembering she'd asked a question, he continued. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about, I'm fine. Just had a bit of a fall down a hill. Bit bruised, but that's all."

Willow shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm pretty new here, so I haven't actually met a lot of people yet."

She wasn't entirely sure she believed him and the frown showed as much. "I-if you're sure that's all it was. No tumbles with anything weird or creepy?"

"Oh, that's nice. I'm new as well. Well, new here, not really that new myself..." He trailed off before he got too caught up in a rather rambling train of thought and focussed on her image again. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. Another one."

He had to wonder if the name would mean anything to her, and if so, what. Apparently he'd gotten up to quite a bit last time he was here, even if he didn't recall it at all, and while he was getting used to meeting people who knew of him already, it was still a bit strange. It wasn't like it happened the often normally.

"Weird or creepy? No, nothing like that. Why? What makes you ask that? Does weird and creepy happen a lot for you?" Or had she seen more than he'd thought?

"Right, we're all new here, but not really new new." His name didn't really make any sense to her. "The Doctor? You're the only one going by that name that I've met."

Willow blinked at his barrage of questions and answered as best she could. "Just expected something weird and creepy from someone lying on his back, breathing hard. A-and Sunnydale has enough weird and creepy things for every dimension."

"Yes, the Doctor. There's sort of two of me here, which is a bit confusing, but you get used to it. We're easy enough to tell apart. Well, in everything but name, that is." He smiled faintly and sat up with a slight wince as various injuries registered their complaints all over him. Well, he'd be dealing with those soon enough.

"Oh, nothing weird and creepy in rolling down a hill, is there? Just had a bit of a fall, nothing broken, don't think there's any signs of concussion... Should be perfectly alright." Still, better not to dwell on the topic too much, just to be safe. "So, what's this Sunnydale like then? It certainly sounds interesting."

Right. She'd just have to figure that one out herself. "I-If you're sure you're okay." Willow looked worried anyway before she answered his question.

"Oh, Sunnydale's just a normal mystical convergence of everything that either wants to kill us or start the next apocalypse."

Willow said this in such a matter-of-fact way. Kinda like she'd grown used to dealing with a world-ending entity. Which, she really had by now.

"Me? I'm fine, never been better! Well, no, that's not true. I've been better when I haven't just fallen down a hill, but it's nothing that won't heal," he said cheerfully. Which was indeed true, since it was amazing what the body could heal given the chance, especially when the body was that of a Time Lord.

"Oh, one of those," the Doctor said, standing slowly and dusting the grass and bits off of himself. "Er, you get a lot of those, do you?"

Willow offers a grin anyway. She likes how this guy thinks. He kinda reminds her of Xander.

"Hard not to think of times you've been better than rolling down a hill," she agrees, frowning slightly at his continuation. "A lot of those what? Dimensional hops? Vampires, demons? 'Cause we get a lot of vampires and demons and just people trying to end the world."

"Oh, well, there are lots of things that could be worse than just rolling down a hill as well, aren't there?" he said with a disarming smile. "So I can't complain too much."

He started down the hillside a bit slower than he might have normally, but since she didn't really know him that well, the girl wouldn't have been able to tell there was something odd about how he was moving now. He hoped anyway.

"Yes, do you get a lot of those?" he asked, fully aware he hadn't clarified his question at all. He was interested to see how she'd answer it. "Sorry, I don't think you told me your name?"

"Right. Like being attacked by vampires or demons." Normal Sunnydale, much?

Nope. She's completely in the dark on this one. Lucky Doctor.

Willow shrugs. Eh, she figures she'll answer everything at once. "A vampire or a demon every couple of nights or so. An apocalypse usually comes about once a year. Oh, I'm Willow."

"Well, it does seem like Earth is something like the place to be for all kinds of aliens and other things," he remarked as he walked. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like if he wasn't there to stop the occasional invasions and other threads to the planet and other times, darker times when his mind wandered back to things he'd seen and done that he wasn't proud of, he wondered how much of it was partially his own fault.

But this wasn't the time or the place for such things and he knew perfectly well how he'd gotten into this mess. The one with the Master anyway, not the one with the city in general.

"How do you handle these attacks then?" he asked curiously.

"A lot of research and a lot of demon slaying." Willow looked completely nonplussed by this idea. "We get lots of sleepless nights this way, but nothing's ended the world, either. I-I think it's a fair trade-off."

"Demon slaying?" the Doctor repeated incredulously. "What, all by yourself? That seems like a lot to do on your own, doesn't it? Not something they really teach in schools either."

"Oh, no. I'm not a Slayer. I'm just a witch. I do spells and magic mumbo jumbo. Nothing fancy."

"A witch..." he repeated, his eyebrows raising and a slightly fixed smile pulling at his lips in an expression that clearly showed he was humouring her. "I see."

Why do you people just not like witches? "Not a believer, are you?"

"Oh it's not so much that as the fact that most of the time magic, isn't," he said, unconsciously using his hands to illustrate his point. "It's things like advanced technology or alien abilities. Bit hard to go along with everyone who claims to have magic or be a witch after that, I'm afraid."

"Maybe you should see mine sometime and then you could tell me what you think of it." At least she's not offended by it.

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