OPEN RP FOR ANYBODY (RP topic from oncoming_storms)

[rude_not_ginger]

You have picked up a distress signal, and followed it to a hotel in London. All you are able to determine is that it is coming from someplace inside the hotel, and is not terrestrial in origin. What will you do? What will you find at the other end of the signal?

"But I've found a...oh, nevermind."

The receptionist was exceptionally unhelpful, so the Doctor darted down the hallways of the hotel, knocking on doors. One of them would be the person who sent the distress signal.





OOC: Open to all. Any universe, any time. If you want to have your pup be in this hotel and answer the door, just go for it! I won't be up toooooooo much later this evening, but I won't leave anybody hanging, I'll catch you asap tomorrow afternoon!

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[not-on-her-own.livejournal.com]

Maria opened the door swiftly. She'd been in the room by herself only a brief period of time. Sarah & Luke had gone out shopping, and likely to grab a bite.

She was quite surprised at who she saw.


[ooc: I've been dying to play with your pup, but it just seemed weird to do so with Four, so I thought I'd give Maria a go! Off to bed right now, but will pick up tomorrow.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor's hand was held over where the door had been just a moment ago, and he blinked down at the girl there.

"Hello!" he said, breaking into a grand smile. "We've talked before, haven't we?"




OOC: YAY! I'm so glad we get a chance to play together! It's hard to find ways to get the Doctor to meet himself, and I positively love Maria. =D

[sarahs-attic.livejournal.com]

OOC: I was going to throw Sarah in...and she'd be a logical fit here, but only if both of you want her here. If so, she can return a little later and one or all of us can write Luke's part. ;)

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

OOC: I don't have a problem with that. I'd love to have a few more tags between the Doctor and Maria first (after all, she doesn't really know he's the Doctor just yet).

How about we tag back and forth and I ping you when it's a good tagging point for Sarah? Or, you could put Sarah coming back to the hotel in another thread, and Maria and I can tag on that?

[not-on-her-own.livejournal.com]

Maria did a slight double-take. Oh, they had met before. And he still hadn't told her who he was. It certainly seemed odd that he would just happen to be here, of all places.

She smiled back, but gave him a slightly skeptical look.

"Yeah, we have. I guess I should have told you my name. I'm Maria. Maria Jackson."

She reached her hand out. As far as she knew, introductions were two-sided.


OOC: I'm happy too! And as for throwing Sarah in, that's fine with me, but yeah, down the line, I think. Sounds good.

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

One door swings open under the Doctor's knocking hand, revealing no hotel room but what can only be described in highly scientific terms as a messy bit of time and space beyond.

Beyond that there is... a studio. A big, open art studio that smells of turpentine and oil paint and a somewhat confused looking hispanic man standing in the middle looking at the door.

"Who the hell are you?"


OOC: Been trying to get the boy into contact with more people and if there ever anyone to break the laws of time and space... :)?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor looked into the room, then back out to the plush hotel in London. Was that street level out those windows? Definitely not a London street.

"I'm the Doctor, did you send out a distress signal?"

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

"The who? What? Doctor who?"

Out of the windows of the studio there is blurred scenary that indicates this is not street level.

"I... am distressed a lot, does that count?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Different time zones, and the man was most certainly not a Londoner.

As Peri would say: Bingo.

The Doctor extended his hand, "Just the Doctor. Mind if I come in?"

[idealized-sue.livejournal.com]

K'tanya had just finished getting ready for her most recent television debut on some show about a bunch of people trapped on an island.. She was the girl who steals the two love interests away from the female lead and then single handedly rescues everyone off the island, right after she brings all the dead people back to life.

"Daddy!"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The intense thrill the Doctor felt at seeing his beautiful, possibly-more-intelligent-than-him daughter behind the doors was enough to make him think he didn't need to find that distress signal, he simply had her.

"K'tanya!" He scooped the girl up into a hug, "You're here!"

[idealized-sue.livejournal.com]

She wrapped her arms around him and giggled in a totally annoying cute sort of way because her daddy was the absolute bestest daddy any girl could have and she didn't see him nearly enough what with him out saving the universe all the time. She taught him well after all.

"Of course I'm here! This is the nicest building in town." Stepping back she looked at him curiously. "When did you get here?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"About an hour ago, was looking for this distress signal..." he pulled out the crudely-made detection device, glanced at it, then tossed it over his shoulder. So much less important than his brilliant and amazing daughter! Oh, but she probably had absolutely wonderful stories to tell him and he would listen rather than talk!

"How've you been?"

[clever-wanderer.livejournal.com]

The Doctor sighed as once again there was a knock on the door. For some reason, the hotel had failed to check him in properly, despite his frequent calls to the receptionist downstairs, and he had been regularly invaded by room service workers for the past hour. He had originally resolved to ignore the next thump on the door and to concentrate purely on the distress signal that had brought him there in the first place, but this latest thumping had sounded decidedly more frantic and urgent than your typical mop-bearing cleaning lady and, once again, his curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Slowly, with one hand firmly grasping the phone to call the receptionist again, he opened the door, and almost immediately raised an eyebrow.

"Well...this is, er, very odd, I have to say."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Odd indeed. The Doctor had his sonic screwdriver out and was examining the door as it opened up. For a moment, he thought he was mistaken and it wasn't a room but a storage cabinet for a large mirror. After all, the puzzled expression he wore was mirrored right back at him.

Then the mirror said something he didn't.

"Odd doesn't begin to cover it," the Doctor said, glancing behind himself and then back to the room, "What are you doing in there? I haven't checked into this hotel!"

[clever-wanderer.livejournal.com]

"Well, er...do you think perhaps you might have forgotten?" The Doctor lied to his double, which was, in his mind, a somewhat pathetic measure to have taken. If the man standing in the doorway was in fact the person he looked like, he knew he couldn't fool him for long. This shouldn't be happening, and they both knew it.

"You wouldn't happened to have sent out a distress signal, would you?" He wasn't waiting for answer, he didn't particuarly need one. He had simply meant to disrupt the somewhat awkward, troubled silence they had shared since his last comment.

There was something very wrong here. He sighed.

"No, I don't suppose you have."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"No, I haven't," the Doctor replied, narrowing his eyes at the other man. The statistics of two of him running into the same place were getting higher every year he bounced around, but two of the same incarnation after the same distress signal? That was pretty----

"Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?" he asked, craning his head to glance around.

Wait! No, topic at hand! He pulled out his timey-wimey device he'd been using to detect the signal and held it up.

"Have one of these?"

[londonistadonna.livejournal.com]

Adonna glanced through the peephole (what was the point of that again? tiny distorted images through curved bits of glass, didn't this time period have anything more advanced than that?) and furrowed her brows. It wasn't the Doctor, and nobody ought to know that she was there.

But he hadn't said not to open the door if someone came looking... The door opened, and she leaned in the doorway, arms crossed but looking casual in every way. "Not room services, as a guess."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Not as much," the Doctor replied, a little distracted. The distress signal was somewhere in the hotel, and he hadn't even begun to make a dent into the rooms!

But this woman...there was something...off about her. She seemed out of her time. No. It was just his imagination.

"You haven't been setting off any distress signals, have you?"

[londonistadonna.livejournal.com]

"You're asking me that?" A small, incredulous smirk crept onto her face, and she shook her head. "A bit funny, the Doctor was on the look for a distress." And told her he wouldn't be long, just a look-see, be back in two tics--three, if he wasn't lucky--and had stayed waiting for far longer than that. But not so long that she got bored and wandered. Yet. Why he wouldn't let her come along on his little not-as-quick-as-he-thought search, she couldn't begin to guess, but sometimes there was just no arguing with him.

"It's not mine. It's within the building's grounds, he'd said. You've got some tech on you if you're detecting that sort, right?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"The Doctor did, did he?" But she obviously didn't think it was him, and he certainly didn't recognize her. Ooooh, a new incarnation. That was brilliant, he was tired of being called the "latest one". He felt a good deal of empathy for his companions who dealt with the same nickname.

It would be the appropriate time to dart away and not learn anything else about her.

But, then again, when did he ever do anything appropriate?

"What's your name?"

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

Eve looked across the room toward the bedroom, wondering what it was John was doing. He'd told her to stay out in the loungeroom of the suite, and made her promise she wouldn't come in till he called her. The concern on his face and the strange object that was on the floor, covered in a large smudged tarpaulin, made her nod and back out, giving him one last curious look before closing the door behind her. He'd been having meetings with people for weeks, and all he'd said is it might be a way for him find a way to go back and get Sam. Make sure she was safe. Get her away from the Corporation.

She understood his determination. After what he'd told her of his time in the future she could also understand why he didn't want her to know too much, in case things went wrong. No matter what they couldn't torture the truth from someone if they didn't know it in the first place. And that's what John had said they were like.

She paced slowly around the room, tugging the bathrobe tighter around herself and then went and poured some coffee. Her hands cradled the cup as she blew gently across the surface and stood staring out the large windows down into the streets below, again wondering what it was that had John so determined, worried a little that it might be dangerous. She caught herself thinking that and huffed a slightly derisive laugh at herself. Yeah, right!

She heard the knock at the door, rather urgent, and looked from it to the bedroom door, still firmly closed, and back to the door. Putting her coffee cup down she crossed across the large room and looked through the peephole, frowning at what she saw. A strange man, in a suit and what appeared to be runners, jigging somewhat impatiently and glancing up and down the hall. Her fingers closed around the baby Glock she'd slipped into her pocket on the way to the door and she cautiously opened it, still on the chain, and looked out at the man, a pleasant but curious smile on her face.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Nobody answering...nobody answering...he wondered if he would get in incredible trouble if he simply opened the door and poked his head in....

And then the door opened to reveal a woman in a bathrobe with a cup of coffee.

"Oh! Hello." Um...um...

"You don't happen to have a distress-signal emanating object in there, do you?"

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

Eve blinked and looked at him a little curiously, her mind immediately going to whatever it was John had in the bedroom. Was it raising some alarm somewhere? If it was something to do with going to the future would it do that?

And how would this man know anyway?

"Not that I'm aware of," she replied, casting a quick glance down at his shoes then back up again. "Have you lost one? Or are you the hotel's security?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"I'm----"

He pulled out his psychic paper and held it up.

"Hotel Director John Smith, checking to make sure there aren't any types of equipment within the premises that might possibly trigger a reaction to the simple electronic work we're doing along the corridors."

Of which there was none, but that was completely beside the point.

"If you do have anything, I'll just need to examine it for one moment, make sure it won't foul up any equipment, Miss...?"