Allons-y!; Doctor Who Roleplay V1 Accepting!

[Crows]

.The Master.
He moved with purpose now; This was indeed the right time, and though it wasn't quite the right place exactly, it was very, very close. New New york loomed up in the distance in front of him, shining white and reflecting the sun off of it's buildings magnificently.
...A little too bright for the Master's tastes, but it served it's purpose well enough, he supposed.
His shoulder throbbed, and he realized a little belatedly that it was bleeding through his nice black coat. He frowned. "I'm going to need a new coat." He muttered to no one in particular. That put a damper on his mood.

[belos]

After waiting a while, pondering, the Doctor walked out of the TARDIS, and into the depths of New New York. Before he left, though, he had put on a cloak for good measure. He knew anything could be out there, and he didn't want to be recognized just yet. Plus, he might run into the Master again. He had to keep low. As he wandered the streets of New New York, he looked around for anything that would give hints of anything suspicious.

[Crows]

,The Master.
Two-hundred twenty-fifth, two-hundred twenty-sixth, two-hundred twenty-seventh... ah, there it is. The large white building that held owned the two-hundred twenty-eighth block in the city was actually quite a bit smaller than it's neighbors, though The Master was well aware that it's secrets far outnumbered it's competitors. The things that would happen if some of these secrets were to be spilled... but, that was for another time.
The Master pushed open the door, shrugging off his coat as he did so and cementing a smile onto his features. "Excuse me, Nurse, Nurse!" Back to playing the part of the sweet young man. Not his favorite role, but it would do. "Miss, I've an apointment today in two minutes. Could you direct me to the genetics ward? Right, yes. Thank you." He started off in the direction the elderly woman had pointed. "No, no, I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound; Nothing to worry about, love." The nurse was concerned for his health,but he brushed her aside easily. He was here for one thing only.

.Tristan.
The teenager sat, cross-legged, on a white mat on the floor, engrossed in a puzzle. An advanced form of sudoku, the puzzle was not an easy one, but to tristan, it was mere childs play. Numbers made sense; numbers had order and law. The puzzle was completed in a manner of minutes, and Tristan leaned back, satisfied. The numbers were correct. He pressed a button and the screen on which the puzzle had been displayed disappeared into the floor, and he stood, surveying the white, sterile room for what he could only imagine was the billionth time. That number did exist. He had counted.

((...So I did nothing with Tristan there. mostly an attempt to figure out his character a bit--next post I'll do more with him uwu))

[C :]

Angle looked at the ground

[belos]

As he wandered down the street, the hood of the cloak covering his face, the Doctor watched the many people of New New York walk past. A few times, he caught people giving him strange looks. "He has to be around here somewhere.." he muttered to himself.

[C :]

"Oh grate im alone"

[raeganangel]

Rose rolled her eyes," Im never ever listened to," she sighed.

[Crows]

.The Master.
After finding the general floor and talking to yet another white-dressed nurse, the Master was escorted into, surprise, yet another white-washed room. A man in a labcoat was waiting for him--not a doctor, by any means, and though his attire was pure The Master was certain that the man underneath was anything but. No matter. He was not concerned with how clean the mans hands were, only the product that they had developed.
The room held a window into a second room; a one-way window, it seemed, as the blond teenager in the other room made no indication that he saw the Master. "That's my genetic prodigy, then?" The Master grinned villainously.

.Tristan.
A panel in the wall slid open, and in stepped both the man who he had been instructed to call 'Teacher' from a young age, and a stranger who's attire was completely foreign to him. He was dark, the color of Tristans walls when the lights were dimmed, and Tristan wasn't too sure he liked the man.
Words were exchanged, a hand was stretched to him in handshake and he responded in the appropriate manner, barely hearing a word exchanged between the two. There was red, red in a place that there was not supposed to be red, on the mans shoulder. Tristan reached out, and, gingerly, touched it. It was wet, and from the reaction of the man, he assumed that such a thing was socially unacceptable, but it still fascinated him.

[belos]

The Doctor passed a white building, pausing to look at it for a second, then continued on his way. "Come on.." he muttered through gritted teeth.

[C :]

Glares at rose "Look im sorry!"