Once upon a time I had fate in my hands, and the confidence of a million regimes...
Posting the address of a place where any wanderer can see it... well, it'll get you some people genuinely interested in and willing to believe what you have to say, but it'll also get you people like the three making their way into the building now. The little angel trailing behind, bundled in an oversized coat and eyes on her feet to avoid slipping on the occasional patch of ice, isn't actually the problematic one. It's the boys, Chicago's most obnoxious religious skeptics. We're sorry about them.
The doors are open. Just a little, given the weather, but enough that the Doctor doesn't hesitate to wander straight in, hands in the pockets of his coat, curious and dubious at the same time. "Hello," he announces cheerfully, almost as soon as he's inside. "I'm the Doctor, this is Des - we're here to see the Prophet." At least he's direct about it.
The doors are open. Just a little, given the weather, but enough that the Doctor doesn't hesitate to wander straight in, hands in the pockets of his coat, curious and dubious at the same time. "Hello," he announces cheerfully, almost as soon as he's inside. "I'm the Doctor, this is Des - we're here to see the Prophet." At least he's direct about it.