[location: central mansion lobby]
He had, for all intents and purposes, been quite content (despite the relatively unexpected boredom that had resulted after he'd taken his position as lord and master of Earth) and he'd just been informed that Martha Jones' whereabouts had been found: the Doctor would be able to watch her die in front of his own eyes, powerless to help.
Or at least, that had been the plan.
It was with a great deal of reluctance that he admitted (to himself, that is, not to anyone else) that his plans had an unfortunate habit of not quite going how he'd foreseen them. The Valiant and is plans for Earth, a new Gallifrey, a new empire had been going quite well -- remarkably well, in fact -- but now. Now was a different matter.
Turning on the spot, he pursed his lips, attention taking in the room he was now stood in -- a hotel lobby, by the looks of it -- and his gaze came to rest on a receptionist. This wasn't the Doctor's doing; the Doctor was weak, decrepit, kept in a cage on the Valiant.
"Your room has been prepared," she announced, placing a key and a phone on top of the counter.
He didn't like being taken by surprise; he didn't like anything not going how he thought it should. Striding over to the desk, he picked up the two items, glancing over them briefly. The mobile phone was primitive and the key was simply that -- a key. Drumming his fingers on the desk, he watched the receptionist for a moment before deciding that she could be dealt with later.
First, he was going to assess the situation and find the best way to use it to his advantage.
Or at least, that had been the plan.
It was with a great deal of reluctance that he admitted (to himself, that is, not to anyone else) that his plans had an unfortunate habit of not quite going how he'd foreseen them. The Valiant and is plans for Earth, a new Gallifrey, a new empire had been going quite well -- remarkably well, in fact -- but now. Now was a different matter.
Turning on the spot, he pursed his lips, attention taking in the room he was now stood in -- a hotel lobby, by the looks of it -- and his gaze came to rest on a receptionist. This wasn't the Doctor's doing; the Doctor was weak, decrepit, kept in a cage on the Valiant.
"Your room has been prepared," she announced, placing a key and a phone on top of the counter.
He didn't like being taken by surprise; he didn't like anything not going how he thought it should. Striding over to the desk, he picked up the two items, glancing over them briefly. The mobile phone was primitive and the key was simply that -- a key. Drumming his fingers on the desk, he watched the receptionist for a moment before deciding that she could be dealt with later.
First, he was going to assess the situation and find the best way to use it to his advantage.