The Doctor's arrival! (open)
Who: The Doctor and ... anyone else.
Where: The lobby.
When: After "Journey's End" for the Doctor, and I guess a couple of weeks into the stays of everyone else.
Summary: The Doctor arrives, forced into yet another inexplicable situation.
The Doctor opened the doors of the TARDIS and stared blankly out at the dilapidated building.
After dropping Donna (his most recent companion) off, he'd spent some time wandering from planet to planet, time period to time period. The idea of travelling with someone new didn't seem particularly ideal at the moment. He had properly seen everyone off, and everyone had someone - except for him. He was meant to be alone. The universe had seen to that.
The TARDIS, however, seemed to be getting quite sick of the Doctor's moping. She had unexpectedly touched down somewhere, but upon reading the controls, the Doctor discovered that he was in a completely undiscovered territory. No planet name, no date - nothing. Naturally, he had to investigate.
He stepped out into the bright desert sun, squinting as he did. Locking the door behind him, he called out a cheery, "Hello?" and waited for an answer, but was not surprised when none came. Well. As rundown as it looked, it was entirely possible that this building would have inhabitants. He practically ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and flung the doors open.
The interior was not that of a broken-down old building, but that of a beautifully lush, extravagant hotel. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed, approaching the man at the desk. "Hello, I was wondering if you could tell me where I am. I'm a bit lost, you see."
The man behind the desk simply smiled mysteriously and handed the Doctor a key. "Welcome to the Hotel California," he said in an eerie tone.
The Doctor blinked at him a few times. "Er - shall I pay now, or later, then?" he asked, maintaining his stupidly-cheerful persona. There was something suspicious about this.
"Later," the man replied, and turned to leave. He exited through a door behind him into what the Doctor assumed was some sort of administration office. Shrugging, he turned and walked through the lobby, appreciating the elegant decor of the place.
Where: The lobby.
When: After "Journey's End" for the Doctor, and I guess a couple of weeks into the stays of everyone else.
Summary: The Doctor arrives, forced into yet another inexplicable situation.
The Doctor opened the doors of the TARDIS and stared blankly out at the dilapidated building.
After dropping Donna (his most recent companion) off, he'd spent some time wandering from planet to planet, time period to time period. The idea of travelling with someone new didn't seem particularly ideal at the moment. He had properly seen everyone off, and everyone had someone - except for him. He was meant to be alone. The universe had seen to that.
The TARDIS, however, seemed to be getting quite sick of the Doctor's moping. She had unexpectedly touched down somewhere, but upon reading the controls, the Doctor discovered that he was in a completely undiscovered territory. No planet name, no date - nothing. Naturally, he had to investigate.
He stepped out into the bright desert sun, squinting as he did. Locking the door behind him, he called out a cheery, "Hello?" and waited for an answer, but was not surprised when none came. Well. As rundown as it looked, it was entirely possible that this building would have inhabitants. He practically ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and flung the doors open.
The interior was not that of a broken-down old building, but that of a beautifully lush, extravagant hotel. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed, approaching the man at the desk. "Hello, I was wondering if you could tell me where I am. I'm a bit lost, you see."
The man behind the desk simply smiled mysteriously and handed the Doctor a key. "Welcome to the Hotel California," he said in an eerie tone.
The Doctor blinked at him a few times. "Er - shall I pay now, or later, then?" he asked, maintaining his stupidly-cheerful persona. There was something suspicious about this.
"Later," the man replied, and turned to leave. He exited through a door behind him into what the Doctor assumed was some sort of administration office. Shrugging, he turned and walked through the lobby, appreciating the elegant decor of the place.