There is a white board sitting in the lobby with the following message on it:


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So Jack's been in hiding or maybe not. His mun just hasn't posted much But either way he's down in the lobby, on the couch relaxing. Of course, he's got a book in his hand. And if anyone (mainly Torchwood) want to contact him they know how. But for now he's laying out on the couch and reading. What he's reading...

Well, you'll have to ask him.

The Trakenite has been quiet lately. Blame the mun and her new job.

She's come down, though, to sit in the lobby with a cup of hot cocoa and a book of Shakespeare. She's quite comfortable but as lovely as William is? She'd not mind in the least if she were disturbed.

An open-topped carriage, an old cabriolet, pulls up outside the front door of the Hotel. A young man, very neatly dressed, with a medallion on a tricolor ribbon hanging around his neck, disembarks and removes a small case. He pays the driver and turns toward the buliding. And stares in confusion.  He turns back to the cab, but it is gone.

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Ace waited until the TARDIS faded away before climbing the steps to the hotel entrance. Benny and the Professor were off for some archaeological dig on some planet now devoid of life. Not really her cup of tea. What she needed was a vacation somewhere there was plenty of sun, water, and no alien life forms trying to take over the planet. ( Read more... )