[ WP ] Any three characters from any three separate fictions find themselves in a room together . Describe their conversation .

The bullet only hurt for a second and then it was over. It had torn, really quite easily, though the skin wrapped like a serafin wrap around my shoulder, shredding through the hot, pulsing muscle and straight at the paper thin fabric of my green wind breaker. Blood had squirted out like red paint, not really like it does in the movies, though. It was more like one big, throbbing stream, a thousand pricks of pain and then darkness. 
 
 Never really expected it to end like that, I'll be honest. 
 
 And then my eyes opened. 
 
 I was in a room, dull, grey, administrative. A single, metallic table dominated, if you could describe it that way, the room. A few pictures, basic, bland scenery of mountains and valleys hung from disturbingly clean nails jutting out of the ball. I was in a reasonably comfortable chair, padding on the bottom with some kind of weird blue fabric. Maybe sixty degrees, I do n't know. 
 
 I stood up, heart racing and hands grasping for the edge of the table as the blood rushed to my head. My hands felt for the bullet wound, but did n't find. 
 
 `` Hello?'' I screamed, voice echoing. 
 
 I rushed to the door and tried it, but it did n't give. I tried again. More time. Then, I threw myself against it and heard something crack. I did it again, but the crack did n't appear again. 
 
 `` Whatcha up to?'' The voice was commanding, maybe a little Scottish. 
 
 I whirled and they're he stood. A tall man, older, regal grey hair in a dapper dark navy overcoat. Black slacks and what looked like mid twentieth century combat boots. 
 
 `` Who the hell are you?'' I whispered. 
 
 `` Why,'' He laughs, `` I'm the Doctor. Who are you?'' 
 
 `` Quinn. Quinn Mallory. Where am I? Did you put me here?''. 
 
 `` Oh, no, of course not. That'd be incredibly rude. And, besides, I do n't even really know where here is. How did you end up in this,'' He looks around, a light frown on his,'' charming little room?'' 
 
 I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. `` I got shot.'' 
 
 `` Oh my,'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` This might be purgatory?'' 
 
 My eyes widened and the Doctor laughed. 
 
 `` No, I'm just kidding. This is probably just a pocket universe. These things tend to work themselves-'' 
 
 A definitive pop and and a loud thump and there was another. 
 
 The first thing I noticed were his eyes; They were wild, crazy eyes, shot through with violent red vessels. He was in a long, baggy hoodie, more yellow than red and a dull, black beanie with some kind of red skull logo on the side. His jeans were low, but I get the sense that that was a style issue. 
 
 `` Wait? What the hell,? His voice was hoarse and his sentences bounced with his yellowed teeth. 
 
 `` Hi, I'm the Doctor!,'' Voice unnaturally chipper. 
 
 `` Where am I? Who is this BITCH?'' He took a step forward, his voice a scream. 
 
 `` Woah, calm down buddy!'' I reached out my hand and he smacked it out of the way. The Doctor's eye brows bounced and his mouth widened into a smile. 
 
 `` Do n't touch me, BITCH. Do n't you touch me. Where am I? Did one of you put me here?'' He looked around, grabbed one of the pictures off the wall and spiked it to the ground. 
 
 `` Manners, sir.'' The Doctor extended his hand, `` I'd suggest you shake this,'' 
 
 Baggie-Hoodie looked at him and then extended his hand, slowly. He grabbed it and the Doctor smiled. Tension defused. 
 
 `` I'm Quinn,'' 
 
 `` Jesse. Where the hell are we? 
 
 `` That's just what we were discussing,'' The Doctor walked around the room, testing the walls with little light shoves. He tried to the door to find it still locked. 
 
 `` This does n't make any sense,'' Jesse pushed against the walls, banging with his fists,'' Let me out of here!'' 
 
 `` You'd be surprised what does and does n't make sense,'' I sighed. I heard the door unlock and spun around. The Doctor by the door, now slightly ajar with a whirring and glowing metal rod in his right hand. 
 
 `` It's a screwdriver,'' 
 

