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... :)?
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Date: 2007-10-12 09:52 am (UTC)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... :)?