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 nodded, rubbing her hands together with the anticipation of excitement. Her grin back at him was nearly as mad.

"Always," she responded, almost gleeful. Well, who wouldn't be up for espionage?

"Leave the distracting to me, Doctor."

And then she mock-saluted him.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor nodded, and led the way towards the receptionist's desk.

He stayed behind the corner.

"Right, you distract, I'll get the information."



OOC: Sorry for the long delay, it's been a rough couple of days RL for me!

[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. :)

[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.

[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.