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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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"That's screwdriver," the Doctor said, holding it up as if it were a prized trophy, "Built it myself."

He grinned again, and offered up his hand once more, "That I am, Maria Jackson. I wish I could say I've heard about you, but I haven't been able to see Sarah Jane lately, we've been a bit out of touch."

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

"I guess. But it's not. It's not inside time. And it's not in it's physical space, so I don't know where it is. I'm just an artist."

He flicks through a book, occasionally looking back to the Doctor and then shaking his head and flicking on. "You're looking for a distressed person or something?"

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

She took his hand, shaking it enthusiastically, a big smile coming to her face.

"Did you build Sarah's sonic lipstick? I bet you did. She talks about you all the time and you sound...well, you're fantastic, aren't you? S'alright you haven't heard of me. Just means you get to meet someone new, yeah?"

And so far, despite everything, she's enjoyed all the new people that have recently come into her life.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"That's the right sort of attitude: I'm brilliant and you're going to be new and brilliant in my life!"

He reached into his pocket and produced a large, rather complicated-looking device that was the product of a SidekickID, two mobile phones, a bit of wire, and a lot of glue.

"I've found a distress signal, somewhere in the hotel," he said, "Been trying to track it down, but I can't seem to find a fixed point. S'why I've been knocking on everyone's doors, trying to figure out where it's coming from."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"An artist in a box that shouldn't exist," the Doctor replied. "That makes you a bit more than 'just' an artist, I think."

He pulled out his timey-wimey device and scowled. It was working, and not that long ago, either. It was short-range, though. This place, wherever it was, was waaaaay out.

"Distress signal. Not sure from where."

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

"Details." Isaac waves his hand and if to brush off the statement.

"Well, as I say, I'm pretty distressed most of the time here. I'm not sure if that really help you though. What's that?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Timey-wimey device," the Doctor replied easily, "Goes ding when there's stuff. Right. So, you're in a room that doesn't exist in a place that shouldn't exist, and distressed. Enough psychic energy like that could potentially break through and get caught up in the Huon particles in the TARDIS and come through as a distress signal."

He hopped up onto a table, letting his legs dangle off the sides.

"What're you distressed about?"

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

Isaac doesn't know what was just said. So he'll make a 'bwuh?' face at the Doctor now.

Nope. Still not helping. He sits himself on a work bench and picks up his book and a pen and starts idly drawing without looking. "I've been trapped here for five or so months? But I have company now. The first four months it was just me and these rooms and the paintings. Didn't even have the computer then."

He's drawing a police box. It's glowing. And apparently, flying along a motorway. "Do you often run around saving random people?"

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

Her smile was wide as she nodded. Swallowing his words a bit, she said, "Well, I can help you! I've been doing this kind of thing all the time lately, seems like. Two heads better than one and that sort of thing."

In fact, she was beginning to wonder if she was somewhat addicted to the thrill of adventure.

[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?"

[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]

The Doctor all but bounced towards the door of the room. Six months---or thereabouts, never could really tell on the TARDIS---since Martha left, he was beginning to doubt his ability with people. At least the people Sarah made friends with were fantastic.

"Right, you knock on that side, I'll knock on this. We should check storage closets, too."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor, however, is distracted by the paintings. They're twisted and full of pain, and some of the people in them he could swear he recognizes, but he's not certain.

"Random, no," he replies. "People, always."

He turns and gives the other man a grin, "More of a hobby than anything career-oriented."

[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?"

[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?"

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

There's one which is just an eye peeking out from behind a stack, but that eye - or rather, that eyebrow - is very, uniquely distinctive.

Isaac can't help but smile at that crazy grin though. And instinctively start a fresh page, eyes misting over white as he talks and starts to draw. "Right, a hobby out saving people."

He draws the Doctor smiling in a few sharp, defined lines. And then draws him again, shaved head and big ear and hawkish nose, same mad grin.

[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?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor's grin fades, and his jaw hangs a bit loosely as he watches Isaac draw, eyes pupilless balls.

He wonders if the other man realizes what is happening. What would he do if he did? Instead of risk that, the Doctor continues to talk, while walking around the other man in a large circle around the room.

"Well, yes. Hobby of mine since I was a youth. Not exactly the best kind of thing to raise a family on, so you know, just have the hobby as a family and that's all right for me. You've been painting the entire time you've been trapped in here, am I right?"

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

Not yet. Not judging by the way he's still sketching, loose curls now, long hair and the same smile.

"Yeah. There's a massive gallery out through the fire escape. Don't ask, I don't know. I just exist here, it does whatever it wants otherwise."

He doesn't actually turn his head to follow. "Bathroom's that way. Or are you still looking for your distress signal? You don't look old enough to have been doing this for more than a few years if you started as a-"

He trails off, still drawing. "I've drawn you before."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor turns his head in the direction of the fire escape, "Where does it go, though? The fire escape? You could always try to run."

That's the Doctor, always thinking about running.

He turns back to the drawing man.

"Have you?"

[prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com]

"It goes to the Gallery. And the Gallery doesn't end. Just takes you back to the entrance eventually. I've tried escaping."

Isaac stands up and moves to one of the stacks, pulling through canvases until he finds what he wants and slides it over.

Burnt umber sky. Silver trees. In the distance, a vast tower under a great, shimmering bubble.

"The traveller. With too many life times." Blind eyes distinctly watch him.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor stares at the painting for a long, long moment before he speaks. His fingers touch the silver paint of the leaves----it had been so long, so long since he'd seen them in anything but his mind's eye.

"How did you do this?" he asks, "This is...impossible."

Not a word he enjoys using, but it's appropriate, especially for this.

[londonistadonna.livejournal.com]

Blink. "Yes, the Doctor did." Something told her that another something was very wrong with this picture, but what, she couldn't imagine.

"Maybe you'd like to start the introductions. You did knock on my door."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Smith," he replied immediately, "John Smith. You said your Doctor friend was looking for a distress signal too? Don't know which direction he ran?"

[londonistadonna.livejournal.com]

"Only left down the corridor," she answered, pointing in that direction. "He must be a few levels above us by this time."

Still somewhat suspicious, she answered his original question. "It's Adonna. My name, meaning."