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

[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... :)?

[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!"

[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.

[sarahs-attic.livejournal.com]

OOC: I was going to take my cue from Maria and have her show up whenever you two were ready with Chinese takeout. ;-)

Pigning me when you're ready would be perfect. I've got other things I want to do tonight so if you aren't ready for Sarah until late tonight or later in the weekend that's fine with me.

[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]

The Doctor took the girl's hand and shook it firmly, "Maria! You're Sarah's friend, yes! Saving the world on a daily basis!" He gave her a wide grin, "Now that's brilliance, there."

He peeked into the hotel room, "Speaking of, you haven't been setting off any technical devices, have you, Miss Jackson? Anything...distress-signal-ey?"

[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?"

[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!"

[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!"

[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?"

[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?"

[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?"

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

"C'mon in. I don't normally guests except Clotho and Hana."

He holds out one paint marked hand and shakes the Doctor's. "Isaac. Isaac Mendez. Um... welcome to the studio?"

[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?"

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

He was...excitable. And he knew Sarah. That still wasn't much to go on. She stepped back from the door, waving him in. He certainly seemed harmless, anyway.

"Yeah, I'm Sarah's friend. And we do that. I guess it is brilliant."

That got a grin. But listening to his question, she frowned.

"Um...I don't know. I don't think so. Look--I'd like to know just who you are, if you don't mind."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Nothing behind the telly?" He hopped over and scanned it quickly with his sonic screwdriver. Nothing out of the order there. Sarah Jane's friend in this hotel (which probably meant Sarah herself wasn't far off) and a mysterious signal? Too much coincidence.

"What, you haven't figured it out yet?" he asked with a teasing smile. "You're smart. Take a guess. I promise I won't mislead you."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor didn't recognize his name, but that didn't say much. A studio meant art, and companions like Mel were more into art than the Doctor ever would be.

"Well, it's...well-lived in, at least. Significantly cleaner than where I live." He took a breath. "Where, exactly, are we, Isaac?"

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

"Should be. I haven't left here in five months. Six months? Something. I forget."

He shrugs and looks around. "Exactly? I have no idea. I tried to answer that myself once, it wasn't pretty. It's a place. No one's meant to be able to get here. But you can. Which doesn't make sense." He's apparently talking to himself now, moving back towards a table covered in sketch books. "This place isn't anywhere."

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

Now that device looked quite a lot like...

She tilted her head to the side a bit; at first, a look of awe spread across her face, which eventually softened into a slight smile.

"The Doctor, are you?" She tried to seem casual about it, but inside, she was beginning to brim with excitement.

She pointed to the device in his hand. "And that's your sonic...thing. Like Sarah's lipstick."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

As the Doctor stepped into the studio, he felt odd. Something was strange about this room. Like it was...seperated from Time. He had a strange, sudden memory of being himself before his regeneration---sleeping in a room with no windows or doors.

It was something Time Lords were not meant to remember.

"Well, it has to be somewhere, doesn't it?"