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]

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...?"

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[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?"

[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.

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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."

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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."

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

"Not having seen your other, previous ones, I couldn't say, but it was rather dismal, yes." She moved over toward Mr Smith and the contraption.

She was already more than a little concerned about John's absence, but this man's detection of the thing, and strange behaviour was just as worrying. "So why don't you tell me who you really are, and what you really want," asked him quietly. If he was UAC they had some rather unorthodox ways of searching out their target.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, the coy bird from a moment ago was replaced with someone significantly more confident.

He straightened. "I'm the Doctor. And I want to take this object and disable it before it fries the central mainframe of my ship. Well, it's more like poach. All the same."

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

Her hand had been in the pocket of her robe since she'd moved back across the room to the contraption, resting on the hilt of the Baby Glock handgun in there. "You're not taking anything anywhere," she replied, eyes darting from him to the contraption back to him again.

"What is it?" she said, indicating it with a jerk of her head. "What's it do? And what ship?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"It's yours, then?" the Doctor asked, examining the woman carefully. She looked human, didn't seem the type to have a dangerous piece of alien machinery in her possession. But, then again, he was terrible at determining these things.

"My ship. The one you're going to destroy if you don't let me turn this off!"

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

Ship? Destroy? Figuring it must be on, especially if John wasn't there in the room she looked at the man. All she could think of was that John'd decided to try the machine again, and this time it had worked, unlike the last few times. But this time he'd been on his own, instead of waiting for Snake to be there too.

Men!!

"Do you know how to turn it off?" she asked, looking from the stranger to the machine and wondering why it looked so ... faint.


ooc: Sorry, didn't get a notif on this! Or it got et somewhere, and is now in a timey-wimey grintlesprig's tummy. Or.. not.