and you may find yourself in another part of the world

[withrocksin]

The door opens on a rather odd scene: Two humans, a dwarf, a troll, a rather tall skeleton, and a guitar, if a very primitive-looking one, apparently on the edge of a ravine of some sort. It's dusk, but not for much longer, from the looks of it.
It's also... oddly silent. Like some sort of background noise is missing.
this song is over; it's all

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[impossible_thng]

Jack is half-asleep on the couch, though he's keeping an eye out for a certain Irish girl - he has the feeling she'd take any lack of attention on his part as an invitation to attack and get back at him for pinning her down the other night.

Still, he's comfortable here, hanging around and wondering if maybe the Doctor or Rose is going to show up. It's been a while since he's seen them, and he rather misses them. Also, he's bored. Not bored enough to go back out and face World War I with no guarantees as to how soon he's going to come back, but still.

Bored.

[withrocksin]

Traditionally, those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make angry (or hand the means of their destruction, depending). But boredom might well have its place in that regard as well. After all, it has a way of leading people into dangerous cirucmstances.
and I'm so wiped out with things as they are
So, Jack. Ever get the feeling you're being watched, but minus the readily identifiable watcher?

[impossible_thng]

Jack gets that all the time. Part of it might be that certain things about his life have made him a paranoid person, little as he tends to show it. Part of it might be that a lot of the time, when he gets that feeling, he's right.

The hair rises on the back of his neck, barely noticable, but very definitely... something. His hand edges, just a little, toward his gun.

[withrocksin]

I doubt that will do you much good, in this instance.
Well, whatever it is, it sounds rather amused by Jack's reaction.

[stopatakiss]

Ivy came in a day or two ago, but has been busy getting Mallory used to the Inn again. A little outside time, and a lot of time upstairs.

And now, having left the wee one in Sue's care for a few hours (Sue has to get used to that, or else), Ivy's downstairs with a mug of coffee. When the door opens, she looks over. And stares.

And then there's the resonating, and Ivy has to resist the urge to try to match pitch, because she's not that good, all those harmonics, she wouldn't know which pitch to match.

"Who... where... what the fuck?"

[withrocksin]

I might ask you the same thing.
After all, they're all good questions. And one never knows when someone might be... susceptible.

[stopatakiss]

Ivy might just be a tad susceptible to the music. Just maybe.

"Um." She's looking around a bit, like she's trying to figure out where it's coming from. "I don't... what the hell are you?"

[withrocksin]

Oh, it probably noticed her attempting not to match pitch. It picks up on things like that rather quickly, considering.
I'm the beat that keeps the universe moving. The rhythm in its soul, if you will.
Some might call such a statement narcissism, but it nothing more than the truth.

[motherofmagic]

Maggie glances up as the door opens, and freezes in place, eyes locked on the skeleton. For a moment,a long moment, she fears he's come to take her again, to drag her back to hell.

But the moment passes, as the door closes. Maggie fumbles with her pentacle, muttering softly to herself, protectively. But something... She can feel something there, just on the edge of her senses.

"Hello?"

[withrocksin]

Yes?
The music, somewhat to its chagrin, is nearly as confused as any other newcomer to the inn would be. But no matter; it can gain an upper hand eventually, surely.

[motherofmagic]

She steps back quickly, her hand clutching her necklace tighter. She's not exactly scared, but her old teacher once taught her never to trust anything that you can't tell where it keeps its brains. "What are you?"

[withrocksin]

...And that caution just might save her, depending on how things play out.
The sound that brought the universe into being. Nothing more nor less.

[morethangifted]

River is sitting nearby when the door opens, and she finds herself watching the unfolding scene intently. She frowns, just slightly, as the something enters the Inn.

After the resonance has stopped, she offers a quiet, curious, "Hello?"

[withrocksin]

Hello. What is this place?
Odd sound, that... not-exactly-voice. Almost like it has a beat and you can dance to it.

[morethangifted]

River shifts restlessly as it speaks, matching the not-quite-beat of the words.

"It's the Inn," she says, as if it explains everything.

[withrocksin]

I can see that, dear. How does it work?
this is not my beautiful house
It's the sort of question any newbie would have, really.