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OPEN RP FOR ANYBODY (RP topic from [livejournal.com profile] oncoming_storms)

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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From: [identity profile] 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...?"

From: [identity profile] not-on-her-own.livejournal.com


Maria walked ahead, thinking about how best to distract. There was only one person behind the reception desk, which was well enough, but she had to do something that would pull the man away from the desk, that way the Doctor could look up what he needed to on the computer.

Looking around the lobby, she noticed a table where various magazines and brochures had been laid out, as well as complimentary water and coffee. Well, the coffee was a no-go. She walked up to the table, however, standing in front of the pitcher of water and knocking it over purposefully onto the various brochures and magazines, spilling it onto her clothes as well. It seemed a necessary sacrifice.

The commotion caught the receptionist's attention, and he bolted over as Maria loudly said, "Oh, I'm so daft. Sorry. I was looking--"

The receptionist shot her a glare, and Maria shut up, helping to dry everything off, watching carefully to make sure the Doctor wasn't spotted as he did what he needed to.


OOC: Not a problem. No rush! Hope everything's okay. :)

From: [identity profile] londonistadonna.livejournal.com


"You've gotten me curious. Mr. Smith."

My but this man had energy in him, but she could keep up with relative ease. (Running around with the Doctor gave her quite the workout.)

"And a question not being answered's no reasoning to not ask it again."

From: [identity profile] idealized-sue.livejournal.com


She sighed softly, because he really did look so very, very lonely. "You really need to find like, a few permanent girlfriends or boyfriends or something. Maybe you should run a contest, and then the winners could become your new companions!"

From: [identity profile] prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com


Isaac blinks again and the eyes that glance between the Doctor and the phone are dark again. "I- thank you."

He doesn't have any idea who he'd call. But it's nice to have options.

"I don't have anywhere to go, but thanks. I'm not meant to exist really anymore. I'm dead."

From: [identity profile] clever-wanderer.livejournal.com


"Yes, it's working properly!" Or at least, it should have been working properly. He had just upgraded it a few hours ago, made repairs, added a wattage detector, made it more compact (which he was unfortunately beginning to regret) there was no possible way there could be anything wrong with it.

Although...his double, as little as he wanted to admit it, had a point.

"So...where's our power surge gotten to, then?"




From: [identity profile] lost-la-femme.livejournal.com


"Nordstrom," Eve replied smoothly, casting a cursory glance at the piece of paper before looking at him and then past him down the hall. Confidence and false pieces of paper were a tool of the trade though she was intrigued by his attire. "What sort of reaction, Hotel Director John Smith?" she asked, eyes widening a little.

And she really didn't know what it was John had in the bedroom, but found it a little too coincidental that a strange man claiming to be hotel security was suddenly knocking on their door.

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


Well, that was simple enough, and it worked.

Brilliant job. No wonder Sarah Jane was fond of the girl.

The Doctor bounded behind the receptionist's desk and gave the computer a quick swipe with the sonic. Names sped across the screen, and he stopped it as he read the one renting out the room.

Harold Saxon.

But that was impossible. He looked back towards Maria, then hit the "print" button. The printer was quick, but made a loud BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP when it finished.

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


The Doctor took a step forward, and poked the other man in the shoulder.

"Corporeal, though?

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


This is where the just-on-cue dramatic rumble of thunder and flash of lightning occurred just outside the hotel windows.

"Unrestrained power..."

He looked upwards.

"Stairs!"




OOC: You're doing a great job! This is lots of fun to play opposite!!

From: [identity profile] not-on-her-own.livejournal.com


Maria saw the Doctor hurry over, still doing her best to keep the receptionist distracted. However, the noise of the printer caused him to immediately turn his head. Instantly, Maria thought she had two options. She could either try to explain it away (and she wasn't sure how), or...startle the receptionist enough to make a getaway.

Considering the Doctor had printed out what he needed, she thought the latter option was best. So...she grabbed the thermos of lukewarm coffee and spilled it on his private area. It wasn't scorching, and though she felt bad, she felt they had bigger concerns. It was enough to incapacitate him for the moment, however.

"Sorry," was her hasty retort as she stood, motioning for the Doctor to hurry away from the desk.

From: [identity profile] prophecyinpaint.livejournal.com


"Ow." It's halfhearted. Certain, poking him you poke bone and muscle and skin. "Corporeal means solid, right?"

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


"Well, you know, make the equipment foul up, possibly causing explosions, or other non-safe issues." Yeah, that was pretty technical.

He tried on the charmer front. He grinned widely.

"Won't take but a mo'. Mind if I look 'round? Promise I won't keep you."




OOC: I'm so sorry. RL has been a kick in the pants lately.

From: [identity profile] lost-la-femme.livejournal.com


She managed to keep a straight face, just. Lowering her head a little she looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. "And here I thought my luck had changed," she teased, tilting her head to one side and obviously sizing him up.

Con artist? Definitely not carrying, and almost assuredly nothing to do with hotel staff. One way to find out, and not be seen doing so, was give him what he wanted. She undid the chain and stepped back, opening the door and letting him in. "What if I decide to keep you thought?" she asked lightly as he stepped inside. The door was closed before he'd had time to turn around. She was leaning against the door smiling innocently, obviously teasing.

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


"Sort of thing happen to you often, then?" he asked. He looked around the hotel room, taking in the standard walls, paintings, and fairly unremarkable interior.

"Oh, I imagine I'll be all right," he said. Though, really, he couldn't imagine why she'd keep him. Questions about the hotel, maybe.

From: [identity profile] lost-la-femme.livejournal.com


She laughed softly and picked up the cup of coffee she'd put down and made her way across the suite to the armchair, perching on the arm of it as she turned to watch him.

"So, Mr Smith, anything untoward? Anything that might interfere with your electronics and upset your alarms?"

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


"No, nothing in this room..." he said, poking about. He reached into his pocket to produce his handy-dandy timey-wimey device (significantly smaller but still had that problem with hens).

It pointed in the direction of the bedroom. Well, wasn't that interesting?

"Mind if I have a look in here?"

From: [identity profile] lost-la-femme.livejournal.com


Whatever it was he had in his hand was completely unfamiliar to her, and that made her wary. Even talking to John about the gear on the Apache, and how advanced it was, he'd never described anything like that.

"I don't, but John might. Shall I check and see if he's dressed?" she asked, looking down at her own bathrobe then back at him.

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


The Doctor narrowed his eyes at the door, then plastered back on the oblivious grin from before.

"Oh! I haven't had a look at the register, didn't realize you weren't alone. That would be good, just want to make sure everything's secure."

From: [identity profile] lost-la-femme.livejournal.com


Through her head kept running John's worries about the UAC finding out what John had done and coming back through to find him, and take him back to the future. "Certainly, just let me check and see if he's finished in the shower." She opened the door and slipped into the bedroom, quickly seeing that John wasn't there and that the bathroom door was closed. The object in the corner was still uncovered, the structure of it also like nothing she'd ever seen before and she made her way across to the bathroom as she studied it. "John, sweetheart? There's a man here from hotel security, says he's checking for someting sending out an alarm signal..." She pushed the door open, looking inside for John.

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


As she stepped inside the bedroom, the Doctor waited half a second, and followed. As he neared the corner, his timey wimey device went absolutely bananas.

He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why. To the Doctor, there was nothing in the corner at all. He reached out his hand, and it connected with something metallic. A cloaking device, perhaps? Something against non-main-timestream occupants? He wondered if the woman he'd been speaking with could see it.

From: [identity profile] lost-la-femme.livejournal.com


"John?" She checked in the shower stall and found it empty then spun around when she realised the man had followed her into the room and was crossing it, toward the contraption. She stepped back out into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. "You'll have to... " She frowned when she saw the man reaching out, as if blind, toward the contraption. "... excuse John, he's a little.. indisposed..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at the man.

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


The Doctor looked up at the woman from where he was crouched before whatever it was on the floor.

"Is he, now?" he raised an eyebrow. "I think I've found what's causing the disturbances." Back into pseudo-professional mode. "Right! Just need to get this moved out of the area."

Which would be difficult as he couldn't see it. However, if she could see it, she might say something.

From: [identity profile] lost-la-femme.livejournal.com


If John wasn't in the room or bathroom there was only one other place he could be. Or a few million of them. She frowned, staring at Mr Smith.

"No."

From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com


"Yes," the Doctor replied, easily. "You see, this object, cloaked by something I've never seen before, really is causing several malfunctions in some equipment. Not hotel equipment, but I don't imagine that was the best cover I've ever made."
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