I may not be an angel, baby, but I can make you smile...

[belle_heaven]

One, Rose Tyler, has been on a mission for the past two days that she considers to be most vital to the wellbeing and mental health of everyone she cares about since she's come through the Rift. She's been in and out of the Hotel, looking very, very busy. And now that she's done, and it's late at night...She's about to finish the last act of her

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[hey_capn_jack]

Jack is, through an odd twist of coincidence, out of his room when Rose stops by. (He finally caved and went to steal some painkillers from a storeroom.) As a result, he doesn't catch her on the little camera set up outside his door. And he comes back to find... a suspicious package outside his door.

Okay, it's only suspicious because he's still getting over dealing with John Fucking Hart, and John Fucking Hart should still be sedated and can't have been working with a partner, can he have?, and judging by the line of hearts and teddy bears, this would be either the lamest or most embarrassing assassination plot ever, but

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor's not in the best mood. He's not exactly brooding, not sulking in his room or anything, but he's... edgy. More than a little concerned there's a demon out there targeting basement residents. That sort of thing tends to get him in a mood he thinks is perfectly justified.

Coming back to his room, he blinks at the box in front of his door. Unlike certain people, "explosive device" is not his first thought. It's a mystery, and the Doctor likes mysteries, as long as he can poke at them and eventually sort them out. The note on it narrows the options a bit...

The Doctor weighs the box in his hand as he pushes open his door, and the door's barely closed behind him before he opens the box and pulls out the pocket watch. His lips quirk into a bemused smile as he holds it up, turning it around slowly, and after a moment or two he slips it into his pocket. He'll have some questions to ask one or two people... later.