Oh, fantastic...
Sometimes, entrances do not begin with an opening door.
Sometimes, they begin with a low-pitched whirring (which doesn't entirely describe the sound, but it's impossible to understand unless you've heard it anyway) and a flashing blue light.
Sometimes, they continue with the materialization of a blue box in an out-of-the-way corner of the Inn. (We hope a certain mutant won't mind his brooding corner being taken up by a phone box.)
And sometimes, out of that blue box steps a man with a black leather jacket, close-cropped hair, big ears, and a very confused expression.
He turns back to look at the box, looking vaguely annoyed. "Alright, I know the coordinates weren't wrong that time. What's the matter with you?" he asks, in a northern British accent. (If you're curious, lots of planets have a north.)
Sometimes, they begin with a low-pitched whirring (which doesn't entirely describe the sound, but it's impossible to understand unless you've heard it anyway) and a flashing blue light.
Sometimes, they continue with the materialization of a blue box in an out-of-the-way corner of the Inn. (We hope a certain mutant won't mind his brooding corner being taken up by a phone box.)
And sometimes, out of that blue box steps a man with a black leather jacket, close-cropped hair, big ears, and a very confused expression.
He turns back to look at the box, looking vaguely annoyed. "Alright, I know the coordinates weren't wrong that time. What's the matter with you?" he asks, in a northern British accent. (If you're curious, lots of planets have a north.)