( One moment Missy is in one place, the next moment somewhere else entirely. It's not a new phenomena for the Time Lady though normally such things were more jarring, turbulent and a lot more fun that just walking straight into something. Still, things are different enough to give Missy a second of pause, time enough to start taking in as much as she can before sauntering down this new and somewhat dull hallway. Each door is checked and consequently met with a tut and an eyeroll as they don't open.)

Seriously, just what is the point of having doors if they're not going to open? I don't know, just what are we going to do with you?

( Missy talks out loud with a tone of fondness and amusement, a smile on her lips that doesn't quite meet her eyes. Sure it's only slightly interesting when she goes through the last door only to start back at the beginning again, but all in all it's nothing more than a waste of time. The dread that begins to tingle down her spine she could do without but even that in itself is interesting. It's not often something manages to instil such an emotion and Missy isn't even sure if she likes it or not.

The next trip through the hallway isn't walked through but waltzed through, the Time Lady spinning slowly as she makes her way through it, doing her best to see if there's a chance to catch sight of what's following her. It's only when the door opens to show the same hallway decked out in blood, looking as if a tornado has torn through it that she finally stops, hands on her hips, lips curling into a smile.)

Decorated, for me? Oh you shouldn't have. Though I must say if you insist on following me then you should at least buy me dinner first.

( Missy can't help it, the more the fear starts kicking in the more annoying things become and it's all too easy to revert into her usual, sarcastic self. Besides, a sign of weakness is just that. Weakness.)

( Missy has had enough. At first things had been mildly entertaining, enough to divert her attention to what was going on. That alone should have whatever is responsible for the shenanigans pleased to know that they now have a certain Time Lady's focus. But no, it was more smoke and mirrors along with a good old dash of fear. Every so often there's a flicker from the corner of her eye and every so often Missy will look, sometimes not stopping and twisting it into a flourish of a movement instead.

Seriously. So dull, annoying and trite. Missy knows that to truly torment someone you have to look them in the eye. There's no sense in doing it from the shadows and it's that alone which finally has the Gallifreyan huffing to herself, leaning against one of the tables as she folds her arms. There are other people around, Sleepers they're supposedly called all from a multitude of worlds. Probably their first times coming out of their own worlds, those poor little mites. So carefree, so innocent and absolutely gullible.

When someone else starts making noise Missy glances over, taking note of how whatever seems to be following backs off a little. Why? What is the point? Torment people but give them the ability to fight it off? Just who is torturing who here?)

I see I see, alright. Got it. Anyone listening in to this better start banging some old pots and pans together, or plugging your wee devices in to start blasting those playlists. Or not you know don't take my word for it I'm just scenery here.

( ooc: cool with anything feel free to PM if need be. will match prose. )