Ignore the fact that Rose was in earlier. Really. This isn't just because the narration would feel bad letting a certain KGB agent worry ( Read more... )

Sometimes, the Inn being outside of time and space is a good thing. A very good thing.

Like now.

The door swings open, and anyone around would definitely notice the nearly-blindingly bright golden light. They might not notice the blonde girl step through the doorway until the door swings shut. She looks familiar, but she's not quite... Rose ( Read more... )

Fiona has been busy. With New Year's being so close, she has been scrambling to get her Explosive Device ready in time. She has taken time for the occasional shower and sandwhich, but that's it ( Read more... )

Properly speaking, Christmas doesn't come around for Molokov until January 7th. He recognizes that for most people, it is the 2th, and thus he won't quibble. Much ( Read more... )

The Master is slightly bemused by the Christmas decorations that have spontaneously appeared in the Inn. He's currently sitting in a chair facing a Christmas tree, holding a drink in one hand (of Gallifreyan, not human, origin), tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair with the other. He's wondering, a little, if the Christmas tree is going to ( Read more... )

The Eighth Doctor has settled himself near the fireplace with a game that looks suspiciously like Scrabble, although all the tiles appear to be in an entirely different language (twelve of them in fact but he thought this would make the game a bit more challenging).

George is curled up near the front of the Inn, eyes closed but not sleeping. Her ( Read more... )

Walter is not worried. Really and truly, he's not.

He's in the CIA. They don't get worried. They get quiet, and a little tense, and keep an eye on everything (more than they do anyway ( Read more... )

Rose is sitting at a table in the restaurant, poking at a plate of chips. She looks distinctly... well, unnerved might be the best way of putting it. Something's up with her. Could be big, could be small - she's not always the easiest to read.

Bother if you wish. She wouldn't be adverse to distraction.

The Master paces around the lobby of the Inn, occasionally reaching out and touching things, tapping out a very specific rhythm with his fingers every time he does.

Dah-dah-dah-DUM. Dah-dah-dah-DUM. Dah-dah-dah-DUM.It had been silent in his head. Deafeningly silent, impossibly silent, ever since Lucy shot him and he died in the Doctor's arms ( Read more... )

In the corner of the lobby, there is a KGB Agent in a chair. Today's reading material is a treatise on propagana. Molokov thinks the material is decidedly third rate, but it is amusing him. He can definitely be disturbed.

And over at a table, Fiona is surrounded by big thick books and tons of paper. She is chewing the end of a pen, thoughtfully ( Read more... )